It was time. After eleven years of hearing stories about Hogwarts, he would finally be going to the magical school. And there he stood, his trunk next to him, hugging his mother, on platform nine and three quarters. He was a pure-blood wizard, something his family valued. His parents, however, had told him that it would not be wise to go around calling people 'mud bloods', even if they wére stupid filthy Muggle-borns. The Malfoys were a family on the 'good' side, his father had told him, they had chosen the side of one Harry Potter just before the end of the Second Wizarding War. It didn't matter what the family still believed in, the little Scorpius just had to be careful with his actions. It had been nineteen years, but Draco still remembered vividly how their family had just escaped Azkaban, so he passed the wisdom of laying low when needed on to his son.
Scorpius was the splitting image of his father when he had been eleven, his hair was just as blond, his eyes were just as grey and his face was just as pointy. In personality, they were also very much alike. And now, it was time for him to get on that scarlet train, and start his education at Hogwarts. There had been an argument, if it wasn't better for him to attend Durmstrang, but Astoria Malfoy really wanted her son to go to the school she had once attended too. For Draco, this meant that little Scorpius would be meeting the next generation of Potters and Weasleys, who would probably all be in Gryffindor. Scorpius, of course, would be a Slytherin. He couldn't help but wonder if history would repeat itself in some way...
And then, Scorpius stepped onto the train, trying to find a compartment for himself. He came across a compartment with Weasleys and Potters, and he couldn't help but scowl a little. His parents had never liked those people, and he wouldn't, either. They looked as if they were having fun though, already busying themselves with a chocolate frog which had escaped its package. He thought about joining them for a moment, but he just couldn't. What if his parents saw that he had joined their compartment? So he passed them and saw a compartment with only two other boys, twins, who looked as if they didn't mind him joining them. So Scorpius did, and he introduced himself politely.
"I'm Scorpius Malfoy," he said to them, extending his hand. One of the boys introduced himself and the other boy as Mark and Rick Ackerley. The two looked identical, both with black hair and quite prominent blue eyes, but the expression on their faces made them look different. Mark looked as if he was ready to take on the world, while Rick's expression was softer.
"We better wave our folks goodbye, then," Mark said, opening the window and waving at two people who must be his parents. Rick and Scorpius stood up and started waving too. Scorpius saw his mother first. She waved at him too, tears in her eyes. His father had put an arm around her and looked proud. Scorpius loved it when his father was proud of him, then he felt really accomplished. He would be sorted into Slytherin, get good grades, have a bunch of friends and write his parents every week. His father would be proud of him!
After a few minutes the food trolley came by, and Scorpius jumped up. He opened the door of his compartment, took some money out of his pocket and walked to the trolley. By the trolley stood one of the Potters, who looked at the little Malfoy with a grin on his face.
"Hey, Al, Rose, look!" he exclaimed, pointing his finger at Scorpius. "That must be the little sprout of one Draco Malfoy!" He laughed. "You know, your daddy is a coward!" Scorpius felt his face flush, and looked down at the floor. If this boy was anything like his father, it wasn't strange that his father and Potter's father were rivals. What a mean kid! He was about to sneer something back, but then he heard a soft voice saying: "Give him a rest, James. You don't know anything about him yet."
He looked up, surprised, and saw that it was the Weasley girl. His father had said that she was probably scum, daughter of a blood-traitor and a mud blood. Right now, she didn't seem like scum to Scorpius at all. Actually, she seemed rather nice. Saying thank you was something he would never do, though, that would be like telling her that he had needed to be saved.
"My father is not a coward," he said calmly, his face back to the normal pale colour. "And thanks Weasley, but I don't need your help." It felt quite good calling the girl 'Weasley'. He wasn't sure why, though. To him, Weasley was the synonym of blood-traitor, which was, of course, awful. It felt like he was insulting her, winning from her, and it felt really good. That was probably his father's influence, who had spoken of the Weasleys a lot when he was complaining about the wizarding society, nowadays.
"Well, I'm sorry, I was only being nice to you. Jeez!" the girl said. Now her face was flushed.
"Come on, let's go back to our compartment. Malfoy isn't worth it," James said, and the three of them returned, James holding his hands full of candy. Scorpius also bought candy from the trolley, and made sure that he bought more than James had bought. The sweets almost falling out of his hands, he returned to Mark and Rick, who looked at him in awe when he announced they could 'also have some'.
"What was that all about?" Mark said, and Scorpius only now noticed that Rick hadn't spoken one word yet. Mark clearly was the dominant half.
"Oh, nothing. Just some annoying kids. My dad knows their parents, and they don't really like each other, you know," he answered.
Then suddenly, Rick spoke: "But that was Harry Potter's son! You know, the Harry Potter! How could anyone dislike him?"
"Oh, yeah, it's nothing big," Scorpius answered, surprised. "It's just...besides all that saving the world thing Potter did, he was quite erm...arrogant at school."
It was clear Scorpius had to watch his words in the future. Now he understood what his father had meant with laying low. Insulting a Potter was a no-go right now. Scorpius couldn't wait until that James had openly proven to be a mean kid, and everyone would dislike him. Right now, he wished they would soon arrive at Hogwarts, because he wasn't sure the twins would like him anymore, now that he had spoken bad about a Potter. He couldn't wait until he would finally see that castle...
Of course, the first chapter is not really exciting yet...it won't be a quiet year, though!
Also, this is my very first fanfiction ever, so don't be too hard on me :)
