Scorpius sat on his bed and looked around his room. He was in the middle of packing for his 7th and final year at Hogwarts. Lying back he ran his hand through his hair sighing. This would be the final year that he had everything sorted. After he graduated from Hogwarts he had some big decisions to make. He felt like the entire wizarding world was watching his every move. Would he join the small amount of deatheaters that had been rumoured survived the war so many years ago, or would he come to his senses and join forces with the aurors and the order? Many also whispered about what the infamous Draco Malfoy would think about his darling son teaming up with the Potters to fight against his own family.
Scorpius was sick of it. This was his life, why should everyone have to obsess over him. He knew he was a Malfoy, heir of one of the most powerful wizarding families but he was fed up of people staring at him as if he'd just explode and start to perform unforgivable curses on everyone around him.
He stood up off his bed and pulled out photo album from a small space underneath his bedside table, his name written across the front in his own curly scripture in Slytherin green ink. He opened the first page and saw his mother and father smiling up at the camera, a small version of himself at only a few hours old in her arms. The next pages showed various photos of himself growing up. At Christmas's with his extended families; the Potters and Weasleys. He could remember his father's lectures about how he shouldn't trust this part of this family and he shouldn't associate himself or the Malfoy name with them. However Scorpius knew it was the right thing to do by respecting these people regardless of wealth, blood or power but everyone else had other expectations of him as a Malfoy and Scorpius was torn between the two choices. He had spent a few holidays with them to his parents dismay and secretly enjoyed himself, whilst telling his parents he wanted to get to know them and spy inside their lives in case anything ever went wrong for the Malfoys.
He shoved the photo album to the bottom of his trunk, underneath his robes and slammed the top shut. Why did life have to be so complicated?
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"Get the hell out of my room Al!", Lily screamed pushing him with all her strength towards the door, "Dad! Make him get out!"
Al laughed as his little sister tried to make him move. "I like your leg-warmers Lil" he taunted.
"They're in fashion! Dad!" She screeched again.
"Albus, you're an adult now. Stop winding up your sister. You should know better" Harry groaned hauling himself up the stairs and into join the two siblings in Lily's room.
"Ok! Ok! I'm leaving. I just wanted this" he admitted grabbing a quill of the desk under the window as he left the room.
"Lily", Harry began as he put his arm round her and sat them down on her bed, "You shouldn't let him get to you. You know he doesn't mean it, he just thinks it's his role as your older brother to annoy you a bit".
"Well it's not! I'm going to be a 6th year now, when will he let me grow up?" Lily sighed leaning her head on her father's shoulder.
"Just give him time. You should be thankful that he's not really protective of you like James, cause then there would be three of us worrying after you" Harry laughed, scuffing her hair. She glared at him flattening it down and then leaning on him again. They sat in silence for a while, relishing the last few days before she left for Hogwarts with Albus and James left for his auror training.