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Dirty was a word that was associated with the Malfoys these days. Dirty dealings, dirty history, dirty blood, and dirt poor. Scorpius is a boy who hides his face behind dirt blonde hair. Nobody knows what he looks like. They don't know he loves breakdancing and ballet and watching Quadpot, and they don't know that in reality, he is quite hygienic… But when he chooses to attend Hogwart's relatively new division- a sister school in the west wing of the castle- along with Rose Weasley, who loves science and judo, things might change a little bit.

Scorpius Malfoy was born and raised in the wizarding community of Colling Cauldron, Massachussetts. The Malfoys lived on the edge of town, in a tiny apartment with one bedroom, one bathroom, no electricity, and no running water. Although Astoria had been a good student and a proficient witch, their house had a magical ban on it. Draco did not even have a wand, and the family was constantly monitored by the American Ministry of Magic. So, due to these circumstances, Scorpius grew up in a house that was too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer. All of his clothes came from the muggle dollar store, and the family mainly ate small, shriveled vegetables from the tiny windowsill garden with cheap snacks from the local muggle super mart. All of their money had gone to the repair of wizarding facilities in England after the war. All of their lands had been confiscated. Malfoy Manor was a history museum, with all of the original belongings still there. Although Draco and Narcissa had been pardoned due to Narcissa's imperative role in saving Harry Potter and Draco's young age and status as a relative bystander, they were isolated and hated. The fellow members of their town, who had been relatively unaffected by the war in Europe, shunned them and regarded them suspiciously. It was a lonely, yet arguably well deserved punishment.

During summer in the cramped apartment, the windows were always flung uncomfortably open to allow light to enter, except on rainy days. Draco didn't like it- it made him feel exposed and the sun was unnaturally bright on his pale skin. Narcissa slept on the single bed that they had; Draco and Astoria had an inflatable mattress and Scorpius had the couch. It wasn't ideal, but for a family deeply imbued in debt, with all valuable belongings stripped from their possession, and living in an unfamiliar country, they couldn't complain.

Draco and Astoria were not happy. Well, they were very much in love and they weren't dying (although in the winter, it sometimes felt like it…). But they were worried all of the time. They knew that Scorpius was a wizard- he had shown the signs quite early on. They also knew that he had never had a friend outside of his family and was shunned by the other children of the village. This was America, a haven from the anger of the british community that still lived on. If Scorpius was to attend Hogwarts, like his parents dreamed he would, he would be isolated, and possibly bullied. If he stayed in the states, he would not have access to the great education offered overseas- in America, magical schooling was done after school at small academies for a few hours a day during the week. It was also less important- 80% of american witches and wizards integrated with the muggle community once they had learned to control their magic- the muggle community had much more to offer. Being of old pureblood families with roots in Britain, neither parent could bear the thought of Scorpius living as a muggle and ignoring his magical gifts for the rest of his life. However, with a name like Malfoy, he might not even be accepted into Hogwarts.

"How about Scorpius Greengrass?", they suggested time and time again, encouraging Scorpius to take his mother's maiden name. The Greengrasses had not taken sides during the war and were not despised like many other similar families. However, Scorpius protested that he was already too used to his own name. He didn't want another one.

Eventually, when Scorpius turned five, his parents reluctantly sent him to a muggle primary school for he was denied admission to Colling Cauldron's Wizard Preschool. Scorpius began to make a few friends, though he was occasionally teased for the state of his clothes and the second hand school supplies that his mother bought from the school section of the thrift shop. His mother and father would end their shifts at the local diner and gas station, respectively (a Hogwarts diploma sadly did not give you a good muggle job), and then one of them would pick up Scorpius and they would walk 2 miles to their tiny, falling apart apartment. Every day, they would pass "Die or Dance", a small yet nice dance studio in the muggle town in which the school was located. Scorpius would always stop and press his face against the glass, watching dancers warm up and practice, before being tugged along by the designated parent.

This continued until he was nine. By this time, his parents were working longer hours to try to alleviate even a tiny bit of debt. Scorpius walked home by himself, for it was a safe community and he was a careful and quiet child. Finally, one day, as he was walking home, he stopped by the window to find a lady staring right back at him. She made a stop motion with her hand, and then came outside to talk to him.

"You've been doing this every day for 4 years. Why?", she was blunt and serious, but Scorpius didn't flinch. "I… like it", he said softly. "Well, you could always watch inside."

So, Scorpius began stopping by the studio after school every day. He learned that the woman's name was Linda. At first, he intended to merely watch quietly, but Linda surprised him by dragging him into discussions and asking his opinions on dancers. He watched, wide-eyed, every day… and then days turned into months… And then watching turned into free lessons. He initially didn't want to accept them, so he swore to repay Linda someday. It was ballet at first. Scorpius' parents wondered why he was so exhausted when he came home from school, but they were a little too preoccupied to worry about it. Later, when they found out, they didn't have the energy to disapprove. Then, along with ballet, he started hip hop. Then jazz. Then tap. And finally, the day after he got his letter emblazoned with the letter 'H', he was accepted into the breakdancing class.

He told Linda that he was going overseas to boarding school, but that he would keep practicing and return during the summer. She cried a little bit, then threatened him, saying that he had better come back because he owed her for 3 years of lessons.

Scorpius left Massachusetts with a heavy heart. He sat in an empty compartment on the train, armed with his cousin Elric's old school supplies and robes and a wand with a tracker/limiter placed on it. The wand didn't choose the wizard, it was issued to him by the British Ministry of Magic.

Upon his arrival, he stayed as silent as the Great Hall was when they called his name. He slowly sat down on the chair, and as the sorting hate came down on his head, he felt a sense of emptiness. The hat was silent for a long time. He wondered if it was working, until he heard it say, quite loudly, for all to hear, "Well… you aren't a slytherin. You're not a gryffindor. Scorpius Malfoy, what do you think of Black and Yellow?" "The song?", he asked, but his soft voice was drowned out by the hat's cry of, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Needless to say, Scorpius was alienated by his housemates. He was alienated by his classmates. He achieved mediocre grades and was quiet all of the time. He never hung out with anyone or went to any quidditch matches (he preferred American Quadpot, which was all the rage in Colling Cauldron). He simply went to empty classrooms, stretched, opened up his letters from Linda, which his parents had forwarded him, and practiced the latest exercise or moves. Ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop… They stopped him from being lonely, though his parents cried over every letter that arrived by school owl- no friends were ever mentioned.

When he returned for summer, he began to learn break dancing. Every day was spent dancing. And thats how it continued for the next three years. Scorpius never cut his hair to hide his face, because he didn't like the stares he got. Teachers didn't care that it wasn't allowed because they didn't care about him. Eventually, his hair was past his chin in all directions- you could not see his face and people wondered if he could see at all. They wondered if he was disfigured, if his eyes were red, if he looked just like Draco, if he had "VOLDEMORT" tattooed on his face… The hair was only tied back when he was home or at the studio- a short and thin pony tail that made the attractive features inherited from his mum (which elated his family, who wanted him to look as different from Draco as possible) look strange and classless.

"Scott, I don't know why you keep your hair like that- you are such a good looking boy!", Linda would protest to him as he chilled behind the cash register (a part time job). He laughed it off of course. He might have confidence and comfort inside of Die or Dance, but outside, he couldn't handle the pressure of a thousand stares.

Scorpius intended to be normal. But, at the end of his third year, where the choice was given, he made a choice even he didn't believe.

Hogwarts? or Hogwarts School for the Modern Age Magician (dubbed "WestWing")?

70% of students chose Hogwarts. The other 30% were mainly muggleborn- they would go to muggle university with a diploma from WestWing Academy and take muggle jobs. WestWing's classes included Algebra, Geometry, Calculus, Ancient Muggle History, Muggle War History, Muggle Studies, English Literature, Biology, Physics, Chemistry, Foreign Language, and more. Wizarding classes like transfiguration only took place once a week. WestWing also had a football team (soccer for americans), a tennis team, a golf team, a cricket team, and a fine arts program. Dance was included in this program. It wasn't what his family wanted. It wasn't what was expected of him. But as if against his own made up mind, he circled the latter. The West Wing of the school was to be his new beginning, even if he didn't know it.

And this is where the story really begins. Scorpius Malfoy, age 15. He is a dancer, antisocial, and a dirty stain on Hogwarts.