Scorpius Malfoy grew up in the house of his ancestors. It was a grand old place, built of marble and granite. It was usually quiet, except for the whispers of the portraits that lined the walls, or the mutters of the house elves that served Scorpius's family. Sometimes, when Scorpius's mother laughed, the sound would bounce down the hallways and leak under the doors to the rest of the rooms in the house. Scorpius loved when this happened.

More than anything, Scorpius loved his parents. He supposed that he got angry with them sometimes, as all children do, but he was thankful for his parents all the same. He knew the story of his parent's lives better than almost anyone, since he had heard the story emerge from his mother's mouth more than a dozen times. His mother and father had grown up together as best friends. When they were teenagers, they fell in love at Hogwarts. After Voldemort was defeated, they didn't go back to school. Instead, his parents had gotten married and went to work at the Ministry of Magic. After a while, his mother had given birth to him. Whenever she told this story, Scorpius's father would close his arms around her shoulders and kiss her.

Scorpius thought that sometimes, his parents still acted like teenagers. They both looked too young to be parents. They laughed more than any adults he had ever seen, and they loved each other more than any other couple Scorpius had ever encountered. They always hugged, kissed, or held hands, even when Scorpius was there. Sometimes, this made Scorpius feel lonely. He had no siblings to play with. His grandfather had died years ago, and his grandmother now resided in St. Mungos. There were no other children like him in his family's village.

There was no one quite like Scorpius, because Scorpius was a wizard. His parents were wizards, extremely powerful ones too. Once, his father told Scorpius that he had been considered a dark wizard, and that Scorpius's mother had been too. But then, he had told Scorpius not to worry, that Scorpius would never be seen that way, though, if anyone ever said anything, to ignore them.

From a young age, Scorpius had shown signs of becoming a strong wizard like his parents before him. His mother had showed such pride that day in London, when Scorpius had accidentally turned his milk to water. At first, she had been angry Scorpius had refused to drink his glass of milk, but when he had turned it to water, he had been forgiven. That wasn't all he could do. Scorpius could control his magic, something nearly unheard of in young wizards, and his parents discouraged this. But secretly, Scorpius liked to do magic on his own. He had once been able to levitate, nearly forty feet in the air. He had turned himself invisible during a game of hide-and-seek with his father. Scorpius also had the ability to lie to people. It might not have seemed like a great skill, indeed, it seemed pitiable. But Scorpius knew full well that in his world, the wizarding world, people could read your thoughts. In fact, his father was masterful at doing so. But Scorpius had been able to block him out a few times, like when he had smashed a vase, a wedding gift to his parents and he had blamed it on one of the houselves.

Scorpius couldn't wait to push his boundaries further. He longed for the day he would receive his Hogwarts letter. It would come soon, he was sure. He had just turned eleven in May, and his mother told him that come late July, Scorpius would have his Hogwarts letter.

It happened on July twenty-third. Scorpius was sitting out in the gardens outside Malfoy Manor. His mother was inside the house, writing a letter to a good friend of hers, and his father was swimming laps in their long pool. Scorpius reached up into the air and managed to grab a butterfly as it fluttered from a flower. Slowly, Scorpius closed his hand ever so slightly. The yellow in the butterfly's wing changed from a sunny yellow to a dark red. Scorpius lifted his hand to the sun, and the butterfly took flight, hiding in the hedges. At that moment, a bird swooped down from the sky. At first, Scorpius mistook it for an eagle, and picked up a rock from the ground, prepared to chuck it at the bird. His mother hated the eagles, because they always tried to attack her cat. But then, Scorpius noticed the tawny wings, and the soft hoot that sounded from the back of the bird's throat. It soared over his head, towards the house.

Scorpius began to run. He jumped over his mother's cat; a barmy old thing named Tonks, and barged into his house. He darted by the spiral staircase and pushed open the heavy doors to the dining room. His mother was sitting at the table, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she flourished her quill.

"What is it, love?" She asked Scorpius, looking alarmed at his loss of breath. Scorpius rubbed the stitch in his chest.

"It's here," he wheezed. "Open the window, mum. The owl's here."

His mother widened her blue eyes, but pushed back her seat and cracked open one of the extremely tall, wide windows. Sure enough, the owl swooped down on the windowsill and stuck out its leg. Scorpius hurried forward and his mother carefully untied the letter from the owl's leg. She handed it to Scorpius and stroked the owl's head. It let out a soft, doleful hoot, and then took flight.

Scorpius turned over the heavy envelope with shaking hands. On the back, there was a crest with a badger, a snake, an eagle, and a lion. Under the crest were the words Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titllandus.

"Go on, sweetheart," his mother encouraged him. She squeezed Scorpius's shoulder. "Open it." He looked up at his mother, who beamed down at him.

Scorpius pulled open the envelope and unfolded the letter within. It was written in a neat script, on heavy parchment his parents sometimes used. It was written in green ink.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Minerva McGonagall

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed list of necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31.

Sincerely,

Neville Longbottom

Deputy Headmaster

Scorpius felt his stomach bubble with excitement as his mother planted a kiss on the hairline of his white-blonde head.

"Look at that," she whispered in his ear. "You're off to Hogwarts."

"Finally," Scorpius whispered back.

*Quick note, everyone. As you may have guessed, in this story, Celia is Scorpius's mother. I like to re-use my characters and cross them in my other stories. However, her background involving Harry, for the purpose of this story, is non-existent.

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