2017
Pride is really a very silly thing. More often than not, all pride accomplishes is making a man look the fool he so desperately used it to avoid.
The old families were nothing without their pride.
Or the mistakes that seemed to plague them because of it.
Draco ran a hand through his thinning blond hair as he read the letter that had just come from his young son, a frown etched into his thin face.
A Gryffindor. His father was going to go spare.
Astoria was perhaps not thrilled, but not unhappy about Scorpius' placement. Draco was trying his best to be wholly apathetic about the whole thing. Nevertheless, he was worried.
Sirius Black had been disowned for being a Gryffindor. Technically, Lucius did not have the authority to disown his grandson, but that certainly didn't mean he couldn't make life exceedingly difficult for the young Malfoy, if he so chose. Slytherin Pride. On Draco's own first day of Hogwarts, his father had made it clear that on no uncertain terms he was to be a Slytherin. Draco distinctly remembered scoffing, as if there couldn't even have been another option. He had made his father proud, that day. His father's pride had caused him more harm than good in his life.
Sirius Black had been disowned for being a Gryffindor. And now he was heralded as a war hero. Lucius Malfoy was anything but a war hero. Weasleys and Potters and Longbottoms were Gryffindors. They now ruled the country. The Malfoys lived largely off of old money, and Draco's own ministry job. Below Hermione Weasley.
Draco sighed, and picked up his quill, mulling over the words he wrote carefully. At last, he had penned a letter to his mother, figuring hearing it from her was perhaps least likely to give his father a heart attack.
A Malfoy in Gryffindor. Should be interesting.
Draco watched the owl until it disappeared from the horizon line.
Very interesting, indeed.
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A/n: Kind of AU in that Scorpius and Albus are in Gryffindor with Rose. Reviews!