The Power of Love
There are many forms of power that Scorpius Malfoy enjoys inside and outside the walls of Hogwarts. Scorpius is somewhat of an outsider at school, giving him the advantage to watch, listen, and learn the dynamic of his schoolmates. Scorpius is a first year; he's eleven years old, the youngest in his year, and none of this is standing in his way. If anything Scorpius plans to play his age for his advantage.
Scorpius' father taught his son at a very young age to take what he has been given and turn it into the best thing possible. Draco was in a bad spot after the war. He was young and afraid. His family lost their status in society, but kept their money and the Manor. Draco was determined to fix his family's name, for himself, his wife, his son, and his parents. Sadly his father died before Draco could get married. Before he could see the beginnings of his family's name's restoration. Draco understood that the war had been hard on his parents, especially his father, and Draco understood that he had finally made his father proud before his death. Draco and his wife and mother made it a point to teach his son Scorpius that anything is possible and that they really did lead a privileged life.
Scorpius knew why his father pushed the things onto him. It was an unspoken agreement and understanding that started when he was about six years old. Scorpius never knew his paternal grandfather but he always heard stories about the man while he was growing up. The image he held in his head was one of a pompous, self-righteous old man, who finally got regretful in his old age, at the end of his time. And Scorpius hated it. He vowed he would never do anything he might regret, and never regret anything he did.
As he made this decision a somewhat strange boy with long black hair, healthy tanned skin, and shockingly bright green eyes stepped into the compartment.
"Do you mind if I sit here? My family's just kicked me out of our compartment." He said somewhat sheepishly.
Scorpius looked over the other young boy. Before he answered he asked himself if he would regret saying yes. Glancing up at the pleading green eyes once again Scorpius pushed the question away. Every ounce of his body was telling him that this boy needed to sit with him, needed a friend. Scorpius nodded his head and motioned to the seat across from him. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and plopped on the empty seat. Once the boy was seated Scorpius extended his hand in such fashion that would make his father proud and stated his name, "Scorpius Malfoy, pleased to meet you."
The boy stopped for a moment his bright eyes growing wide. He broke his obvious stare and stuck his arm out to the gracious blond in front of him. "Albus Potter, the pleasure is mine," he said, smiling genuinely.
It was now Scorpius' turn to gawk. He was sitting with Albus Potter. The Albus Potter. His silver eyes shone brightly as he looked over the boy in front of him.
Then Albus started chuckling, at first it was quiet and slow but when Scorpius turned his silver eyes into a confused glare Albus couldn't help but bursting out laughing. Scorpius cocked his head slightly to the left and began to find himself grinning. As Albus' laugh became more infectious Scorpious joined the unexplained merriment. Of which was most likely revolving around their reactions to each other. The boys continued to laugh until they started to cry. It was embarrassing for both of them but that made them laugh even harder. The two eleven year olds finally laughed until they could laugh no more.
The trolley stopped by their compartment and the two boys laden themselves with sweets as if they had never seen sugar and never would again.
While they both enjoyed their sweets Albus truly looked over his new companion. He had short spiked blond hair that went surprisingly well with his extremely pale skin. His cheeks were slightly rosy, softening the impact of the rest of his sharp features. Albus realized that Scorpius was more angular than the majority of eleven year olds. He was a slight child, but he was healthy, and he was tall. 'Taller than me' Albus thought to himself.
Albus continued to stare at the marvel of a boy in front of him long after Scorpius realized he was being studied. So Scorpius decided to take this chance to study more of Albus. Scorpius took note of how broad Albus' shoulders were. They were broader than those of any other eleven year old Scorpius had seen. But they did not look bad. Albus looked proportionate, albeit tall, and Scorpius liked the contrast Albus posed to him. Scorpius hoped they both ended up in the same house.
"What house do you want to be in?" Scorpius asked Albus, snapping his new friend out of his trance.
"Um, I'm not sure yet." Albus said quietly, almost as though he was afraid of revealing something.
Scorpius nearly questioned him but figured that it would not be a good idea to do so, not until after they were sorted. Instead he shared his own insecurities about the houses, "I hope I'm going to be in Slytherin, but I'm not sure I'd be good for it."
"My dad told me we don't have to be nasty to be in Slytherin. But my brother James, he's in Gryffindor, thinks we have to be sneaky and whiny…" Albus said with a slight look of digust on his face.
Scorpius figured that it was James who was the reasoning behind why Albus did not know what house he wanted to be in. So he continued, "I can be sneaky." Then Scorpius smirked.
"I am sneaky; I torture James all the time." Albus said as he grinned back at Scorpius.
"Then I think we should be Slytherins. Partners in crime!" Scorpius declared.
"I agree!" Albus said.
After the boys were in their school robes they packed up the extra sweets and each took a bench for a nap through the rest of the countryside.
Both boys jerked awake as the train pulled into the station at Hogsmeade. They looked at each other nervously and clambered off the train with the rest of the Hogwarts students.
Albus watched his brother James appear on the platform then walk in the opposite direction than the one he knew that he and scorpius were going to take. Albus pointed out his brother to Scorpius so he would know which redhead was directly related to Albus.
While walking towards Hagrid with Scorpius, Albus picked up on the beginnings of a screech that he knew without a doubt was his cousin Rose. Albus froze mid-step. Grabbing Scorpius' arm as he heard, "Aaaaalllllbuuuuus!"
"Shit." The green eyed young man cursed.
Scorpius turned around to see Albus wince. Then he saw a short female, about their age, with flaming red hair walking towards Albus. Scorpius was not sure what the look on her face meant, and many years later he still couldn't figure it out.
When Rose reached Albus she stopped all of two inches away from his face and exclaimed, "Where have you been! I have been looking for you for ages now!" she paused, "and who is this?" she asked looking pointedly at Scorpius.
"My new friend," Albus stated matter-of-factly.
"What?" Rose asked. Al stumped her and Scorpius could easily tell.
"I, Albus Severus Potter, made a friend on the train. After James wouldn't shut up about my sorting," he said.
"Scorpius couldn't help but smile at the two cousins. He already knew he liked Al, but he was beginning to think he would like this member of the Weasley clan. Even if she wasn't a Slytherin like Albus and himself. She was feisty and he could use that.
Rose still looked utterly confused when Albus properly introduce Scorpius. They were sitting in a boat floating across the lake to the grand school. The three young wizards chatted easily about their parents and families as the castle loomed above them.
Up ahead they heard Hagrid grunt as his boat hit land. Scorpius looked around at his fellow schoolmates, taking in the looks of horror and nerves. Albus caught Scorpius' eye and nodded knowingly.
The briefing of the first years of the first years by Professor Link was short and to the point. Something Scorpius valued but most students worried about. Scorpius was eager to get sorted and start his year at Hogwarts.
Scorpius, Albus, and Rose walked into the great hall together smack in the middle of the rest of the frantic first years. Scorpius eyed the ancient Sorting Hat suspiciously, secretly hoping he would end up in his family's house. The hat began its song warning students of trivial things throughout the castle and grounds as well as its own history. Scorpius and Albus tuned them out, having heard the castles tricks from their respective families.
Albus inched towards Scorpius and nudged his side, Scorpius leaned closer to Albus as the black-haired boy whispered, "Do you really think it'll be Slytherin for us?"
Scorpius smiled over at Albus and nodded.
"Let the Sorting begin!" The hat called to the students gathered in the great hall.