I was born into a recovering world. The Blood Wars nearly a decade before my birth were slow, but savage. Kingdoms from all across the land were grouped together and pit against one another. Wreaking havoc and bloodshed in abundance on both sides.

It began with the Dark Lord; a powerful, charismatic and profoundly wicked wizard, that went realm to realm, spreading corrupted propaganda towards non-magical folk.

Caledonia, my cold, but majestic territory, was unfortunately one of the major antagonists in the gruesome affair. At the time, we were one of the very few kingdoms whose population was still exclusive to wizards and witches. Old, and proudly pure, we were quick and loyal advocates to the Dark Lords cause, allowing him to make a headquarter of our rich and heavily fortified home.

In the end, it was my grandmother, and her love for her people that drove her away from the cause. She betrayed the Dark Lord in a dangerous ploy to get her son and her people out of the war zone. The deception lead to the freedom of the "Chosen King" Harry, and his eventual success in the final deciding Battle of Hogwarts.

Following the Battle, the Kingdom of Caledonia and the Malfoy royal family were cleared of war crimes but became outcasts on both sides. Traitors from the pure blooded advocates of old, and untrusted moral-less authoritarians from the new, more liberal lands.

My grandparents, aged with loss and hardship, closed off from the world; rebuilding and revolutionising from the inside. Focusing on restoring relationships with the people and eradicating the hateful pureblooded views that had almost destroyed them. They brought about a time of change, tolerance and acceptance. And once their people were fed and happy and enlightened, they stepped aside to my father, to carry on reviving the empire.

The realm burst with excitement and celebration at my birth. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, first of his name, heir to the Caledonian throne; loved and cherished by his people and his family. Born into a kingdom that was peaceful and prospering, regardless that it was still detached, and isolated from the outside world. But my father was making strides to reconnect and rebuild those broken international relations.

My parents knew the best thing for me, and for our people, was to send me to "Hallowed Order Grace: Wizarding Academia, Royal Teaching Society", or….. Hogwarts for short. A school older then any archaic royal family or ancient empire, unbiased and open to all young witches and wizards of royal blood. Hogwarts is a place not only to be educated, but also a place with massive networking opportunities. Young adolescent lords and ladies from around the world come to a place where their titles are, for once, meaningless. Friendships are made that last through life, relationships are built that lead to the creation of new nations, and hatred is founded that sometimes can be carried throughout generations. It was there that my once young grandfather, met the youngest child of the Black Royal Family, from Grimmaulda.

Although, my parents would always try to keep me from burden, I knew that I had a responsibility to rebuild lost relations between many of the surrounding nations by charming the socks of their youth.


"Scorpius! Our guests will be here soon! It's time to stop playing with Marko and Selene. Come out and get ready this instant!"

Mother was furious. She would rarely yell at me to begin with, and with the magnitude of servants and court members running around, she must be absolutely seething to break her natural, reserved grace.

Looking at the two next to me, I can just tell Selene is going to give up our location. Her muggle family clearly did not raise her with the same mischievous spirit that seemed to be practically inherits for Marko and I. Her olive skin is paling, her almond eyes filling with tears and I can almost hear the internal prayers in fear of Queen Astoria's wrath.

Marko and I share a look, quickly game planning with an exchange of smirks, head bobs, eyebrow lifts and quiet snickers. Simultaneously, we take each of Selene's hands, and bust from under the table. Running through a flurry of servers, and maids, of officers and pages, of high ladies and soldiers. We sprint through the grand hall, too pumped full of adrenaline to notice faces or voices.

Feeling exuberant, I see the corner up ahead; freedom to the garden is almost mine. The rain has left the fields muddy and wet and ready to be played in, and I'm so close I can almost feel it.

In an instant, my dreams are shattered, as from behind, a broad, strong hand lifts me up by the collar of my shirt. I look up to find my fathers piercing grey eyes stare down at me. Next to him, my uncle Blaise is holding his son by the ear, and Selene looks just about ready to have a panic attack.

"Shit" I say without thinking.

My fathers eyes bulge at the word, and I try, desperately, to think of a way out of this situation. "Scorpius! Where in circe's name did a nine year old pick up such foul language?"

And then it comes to me. "Oh well Father," I say, as innocently as I can, "You say the word all the time, I didn't realise it was a bad word."

Next to us, my uncle breaks into a fit of laughter and the brooding, unyielding look in my fathers eyes makes way for worry. "Well, how about this Son. How about we agree to not bring that up to your mother, and i'll make sure that she doesn't get too mad at you for ignoring her calls and making a mess of the Grand Hall. But we must leave now, or even I won't be able sweet talk us out of trouble"

Without another word, and very little effort, I am slung over his shoulder. I sigh in defeat and watch with disdain as my friends laugh at me with sick delight. I think about pushing them into lakes and muddy fields to comfort me as I go towards the torture that is my mother before a ball.


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hello! welcome to my first fic!

i am a big fan of royal au. but haven't ever really found on for my otp so thus for any means was made.

i originally have this posted on ao3, but thought I would put it on here as well, since there is where I keep track of most of other ff.

please let me know if so far you like it, hate it, don't really know about it, don't really understand it idk just give me something to go on hahaha.

notes: caledonian is the latin name given to scotland by the romans, and since i always imagined the malfoy manor in scotland, that is where the kingdom name came about. (please don't expect it all to be geographical or historically accurate in anyway haha)

okay cool yeah well ily cokoa

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