Future Generation: Flying
Characters Contained: Scorpius Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Unknown People
Disclaimer: I neither own nor make a profit off of anything from the Harry Potter universe.
Status: One shot. Will not continue unless it comes up in my long future gen fic.
Sorry. : D
Scorpius sucked in air as he peered around the corner of the alley, and almost rammed his nose into someone who was picking at an outdoor display of glittering beetles' eyes. He jerked his head back into the relative safety of the alley and put a hand to his chest. Just from that little scare he could feel his heart hammering through his robes.
For once, maybe he was in something that was over his head. His father had always warned him about thinking he was more intelligent than he really was.
…but he was intelligent. Aside from having a detrimental block against casting Charms correctly in class (he tried too hard, he thought – it couldn't be that he was actually bad at something), Scorpius knew very well that he was one of the brighter students in his classes. Rose was always going to beat him, he was slowly beginning to accept that, but he was nevertheless intelligent and capable.
And that really was his downfall, wasn't it?
Oh, yes. This is simply -dripping- with a show of intelligence, isn't it? You poke your nose into something it doesn't belong in, and it gets hexed off.
If you're lucky, noted a little voice in the back of Scorpius's mind. He was trying hard to ignore it, but it was getting shriller and more persistent by the moment.
Panicking wouldn't solve anything. He had long since decided that after crouching in the darkest corner he could find earlier and trying his hardest not to scream.
That urge to scream was still lingering on the edges of his consciousness even now, however.
Move, he ordered himself. And he did.
He likely looked odd skittering across the sunny Diagon Alley in a half crouch while constantly glancing around like a twitchy ferret, but for once he didn't care. There were some things that were more important than appearances.
Such as living to continue breathing tomorrow.
If only he hadn't been in that blasted shop! At this point he could have been idly browsing the broom display and proclaiming loudly to anyone who listened how his father was sure to be buying him the new Sunspeed before the start of his second year at Hogwarts. Instead he was racing for his life, not entirely sure if his pursuers had gotten a good enough look at him to find him in the crowd of summer shoppers.
"Oi! You, boy! That's a thief there – someone grab him for a moment!"
Scorpius felt his blood run cold; he recognized that voice from the shop.
He had never found the need to run before in his life, but Scorpius put on a burst of speed he idly thought might put even seasoned sprinters to shame. The crowd around him morphed into nothing more than a confusion of colour that occasionally offered resistance when he misjudged an opening and jostled someone.
I… I swear I will get into some form of shape if I survive. His lungs were burning.
Scorpius chanced a quick glance over his shoulder to check for his pursuers… and the inevitable happened at last.
The boy let out a yelp as finally he slammed bodily into someone and was knocked off his feet and sent sprawling. He knew he was wasting precious seconds sitting there on the ground stunned, but the air had left his lungs when he slammed into the cobblestone.
"Bloody hell, watch where you're going, kid," muttered a tall, red-haired man as he steadied the person Scorpius had hit.
Who… was….
Beneath the flush on his cheeks from the exertion of running, Scorpius paled.
He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or to feel as if things had just gotten worse. After all of the years being told to avoid him, he had finally met the famous Harry Potter under the worst circumstances he could imagine.