So, I've just recently discovered the joys of ScoRose and the absolute adorableness of their possible relationship and this idea just popped into my head. I started writing it on Christmas Day because I was so excited to get it down :) Enjoy, my lovelies!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. I'd be selling this if I did.
The morning I woke up with red ears and half a tail was the morning I lost it; and by lost "it," I mean what little trace of sanity I had left. My life never went as planned and this just had to be the last straw, the very last surprise it had to unveil.
As a child, I had come into my magic very quickly and suddenly. Usually, magical children have small hints of their abilities such as moving their high chairs an inch to the left or re-growing their hair in impossibly short amounts of time; but not with me; not with Rose Weasley. Oh no, I was the kid who set her mother's hair on fire the day I threw my first tantrum. It wasn't that big of a fire but it got the message across that I was magical indeed and that I was not happy about going to bed at the obscenely early hour of 7'oclock in the evening.
I swear it only singed her curls and maybe a little bit of her shirt.
I can name other unexpected events, as well. I was not sorted into Gryffindor with the rest of the Weasley-Potter clan and ended up in Ravenclaw. To this day I still think this is just ridiculous seeing as I have an enormous competitive streak that far outweighs my love of learning. And yet, I was stowed away from my family and stuffed into royal blues and gold. Needless to say, I spent my first year at Hogwarts fuming over my separation.
My best friend is quite odd, too. His name is Lysander Scamander, although everyone calls him Ly. He has a knack for reading books upside down and wearing strange glasses called Spectrespecs, which allow him to see silly creatures like wrackspurts and nargles. Whatever those are.
Ly has a twin named Lorcan who is much stranger by far and is the more empty-headed of the two. He ended up in Hufflepuff because of his kindly nature and his absolute hatred to see anyone or anything harmed. I recall his many fainting spells during Care of Magical Creatures lessons throughout the years at Hogwarts.
But enough about those silly subjects; I have a real problem here.
I'm standing in the girls' bathroom of the Ravenclaw dormitory and I am absolutely appalled at my reflection. Besides the usual amount of insanity sprouting from my scalp in the form of jerky red curls, I have two very twitchy ears sticking out above the madness. They were scarlet with white tips and they doubled my ability to hear, which meant my head was going to spinning in about half an hour when everyone else got up and started getting ready for the day.
I turned and gazed down at my backside where a short tail had ripped a hole through my pajama pants. It dangled uselessly below my bum but when I gave it an experimental twitch it jolted and startled me. I hung my head and groaned, choking on the low growl that accompanied my voice.
My head shot up, making my neck crack at which I winced but immediately ignored. I clutched at my throat, shocked at the feral noise I had just emitted.
What the bloody hell is wrong with me?
Just as I had done so, Amanda Bulgrove burst into the bathroom without even bothering to knock, a bad habit of hers and a great annoyance of mine. We'd been at Hogwarts for five years and we were starting on our sixth; I thought she would have learned to knock by now but, alas, she has not.
"Morning, Rose, did you sleep well? The feast last night stuffed me and I fell asleep right away." Amanda began to chat loudly, tossing her toiletry bag onto one of the sinks. My new ears flattened at the clatter and I growled lowly at the odd feeling.
"—I mean it's hard not to fall asleep so quickly after eating that much, you know what I mean? Hey, aren't you a prefect? You should be using the prefects' bathrooms on the sixth floor! I've hear they've got a killer bathtub with some incredible soaps and—what the hell are those?" Amanda had finally taken note of the new additions to my body.
I groaned and dashed out of the bathroom, yanking off my oversized t-shirt and wasted pajama bottoms. I tossed them into my laundry basket beside my bed and rummaged through my trunk, hastily pulling out decent clothing, robes, and a beanie Mum had knitted me over the summer.
I dressed quickly and shoved the blue hat on over my ears, ignoring the constant good morning wishes of the other girls. I snatched up my messenger bag and hurried to the common room, grateful to find it empty. As I pushed open the portrait and exited the Ravenclaw dormitory, I heaved a sigh and hoped Madam Pomfrey could fix me before classes started.
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As Mum would say, Madam Pomfrey was not a "happy camper" when I crept into the Infirmary that morning.
"It is the first day of classes, Rose! What have you done this time?" She scolded me and gave me a stern look, her beady eyes staring at me from beneath her white bonnet.
I looked down at my shoes, "I really haven't done anything this time, Madam. I just woke up this morning and I found the ears and the tail already there."
She opened her mouth to say something but I quickly cut her off, "And, no, I haven't ingested any strange mixtures in the last twenty four hours. That is, unless the house elves thought it would be funny to slip some Polyjuice potion into my pumpkin juice at the feast last night."
She raised her eyebrows at me as if to say that this wouldn't surprise her especially when it came to me.
I sat down on the bed as she bustled away, making sure that my tail lay flat on the sheets behind me. I folded my hands in my lap and waited for the medi-witch to come back.
Over the next hour, Madam Pomfrey tried various potions, spells, herbs, and remedies in an attempt to remove the strange ears and tail but to no avail. She even gave me some Blemish Blitzer to see if the growths would vanish. Of course, that stuff doesn't work if you have a fair complexion so it didn't affect me much except for the nasty stomachache I got about half an hour later.
After many sour draughts of Pepperup Potion and Dr. Ubbly's Oblivious Unction, Madam Pomfrey's face lit up with realization and, turning sharply on her heel, she waddled out of the Infirmary. I gazed after her, puzzled.
A few minutes later she reentered the room with Professor McGonagall whose shoes began making satisfying clicks on the stone floor. The elderly woman swept gracefully across the room, finally settling in front of me with a proud expression on her worn face. She smiled kindly at me but I was still confused as to why I had been so suddenly adorned with ears and a tail so I remained unfazed by her show of nicety.
"Rose, I know you're wondering why you woke up with such a strange ailment this morning and I know you don't have much care for frivolous conversation so I won't beat around the bush with this announcement." Professor McGonagall's eyes twinkled at me. "To put it bluntly, you are an Animagus."
I felt my jaw drop, "I'm a—I'm a what exactly?"
"An Animagus! Surely you studied those during your fifth year?"
"Er…yes ma'am…"
The Professor nodded sharply, "Good. I would have been quite concerned over the school curriculum had you not heard of such a thing. Now, to discuss your training as an Animagus—"
I shook my head quickly, feeling my curls bounce, "Professor, you were correct in your assumption that I do not like to beat around the bush but I'm afraid this is a little much for me to take in. Now would be the time to slow down a bit."
She smiled at me before continuing, "Alright, Miss Weasley, but at least allow me to introduce you to your tutor."
I nodded curtly.
"I'm sure you are acquainted with Mr. Scorpius Malfoy?"
Fuck.
Aaaand we shall see what lovely arguments these two get into in the next chapter! Sorry for this one being so short; I promise the next one will be longer with much more humor :) I'm excited to write this so hopefully I'll pick up some followers! See you soon, lovelies :D
