Obscurity

Chapter 2

Scorpius woke up a few hours later on the dank and dirty ground of some abandoned and vandalized alley near the Leaky Cauldron. He couldn't remember half of what happened last night but he sure hoped to Merlin that whatever he'd done, it was worth this killer hangover. Ugh. There were times that he didn't know what the bloody hell he was thinking going for a drink, and this was one of those times. Just because he'd wake up with a hangover almost everyday didn't make it any less painful or irritating.

Scorpius slowly braced his back against the brick wall and hoped that his legs were awake enough to support him. He slid up off the ground, feeling like all of his strength had been drained and sucked up like Voldemort with unicorn blood. He felt like a small toddler all over again, learning how to support themselves with their new grown feet. He waddled around for a moment before his muscle memory of the ability to walk came back to him.

He reached the nearest apparation point, which was outside the Leaky Cauldron and felt a familiar pull on his gut. Moments later, he was standing outside the wards of his beloved childhood home, Malfoy Manor. Scorpius was unlike other Malfoys for he HATED to travel by Apparation, much preferring the simpler and easier Floo system. However, apparently his ancestors thought the Malfoy family was to superior to travel through the chimney, much like the fat jolly guy Scorpius was told of in his Muggle Studies folklore class. Point being, the Manor didn't have a Floo service installed. Bullocks.

The wards, sensing the presence of the Malfoy heir, pulled themselves down for him to pass through to the main gate. After entering his palace like house he called on the family house elf.

'Wippy!' he called out.

Suddenly, a friendly looking house elf popped into the room and bowed at her master. 'Wippy is at your service, Master. What are you in need of?'

'Can you please cook me some breakfast? I'm going to go take a shower so I'll be coming down to eat in about half an hour. Thanks, Wippy.'

The house-elf nodded and bowed again before leaving the room to the kitchens. Scorpius had always been grateful and polite to his house-elves. He'd grown up with them as a child and they'd been his only friends during his childhood.

So when Scorpius learnt that they weren't freed house-elves, he immediately went to his closet and grabbed the closest scrap of cloth he could find and offered it to all of them. What Scorpius hadn't expected though, was to find that they all burst into tears and started banging their heads against the walls.

Being the seven-year-old boy that he was, Scorpius was naturally scared of their violent reaction. Not knowing what to do, he asked them what was wrong and answers of 'Have we displeased you Mr. Scorpius?' 'Why are you sending us away?' 'Do you not want us anymore?' came flying at him.

From that day since, he'd always treated them as an equal no matter their size and freaky OCD habits. He told them that if one elf suddenly had a change in mind in serving them, he would gladly offer them a piece of clothing.

After Scorpius's shower he finally felt like his usually aristocratic self again. Not some dirty, hairy hobo from the street. He shaved his smooth face and stylized his hair in the way that would be dropping panties from a mile away.

Scorpius never really felt self-conscious about his looks. It was always more his family and his personality. In Hogwarts, he'd been voted Sex God of not only Slytherin but the entire school as well. And after school, he'd constantly been praised on his dashingly sexy looks from his entire group of female 'buddies'.

Just as he went to his bedroom to change his clothes a tapping noise came from his bedroom window. There sat a familiar rusty brown owl.

'Hello Rhea,' Scorpius said, opening the window and untying the letter from her leg before giving it a treat and patting it on its head while reading the letter.

Dear Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy

You are invited to celebrate the 20th birthday of Diana Greengrass.

The venue will be Malfoy Manor

At 7:00pm on September the 26th

Dress robes dress code. Gifts preferred.

Please owl back to RSVP

Some nerve that girl had! Throwing a party in HIS house and not even discussing it with him. But then again, he would probably do even if she had asked him.

Diana was Scorpius's only and favourite cousin. Actually, she was probably Scorpius's favourite person in the world. Diana and her mother Daphne Greengrass, his aunt, had escaped during the Second Wizarding War to France, right across the channel. Diana had grew up without a dad and went to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts.

She had just moved over to England a couple of months ago for several reasons.

First, Scorpius's parents had died in a homicide attack when they were on holiday without Scorpius and she, his only family left, had moved over to comfort him. Apparently, not everyone was able to forgive Draco Malfoy for his part in the war. Scorpius didn't really care about his fathers death that much though, it was his mother that really broke him down. She didn't deserve it, she didn't deserve so many things. His mother could've done so much better than his pathetic excuse of a father.

Also, before Diana moved over to England, she had called Scorpius and told him that she had met some English girl and they were right on the rail tracks of becoming best friends. Di had always talked so fondly of her roommate and Scorpius was very eager and excited to see who the mystery girl was.

Scorpius quickly grabbed some parchment and a quill before scribbling down a message in return.

Di,

I'll be there. Even though it is my house.

I'm already throwing you a party, so don't expect a gift.

Scorpius

He attached the message to Rhea's leg and let it fly out the window. Scorpius was kidding, of course. He'd always buy Di a present, especially for her birthday, and he pretty much knew exactly what to get her.

Diana had always been so studious, even in a prissy posh school like Beauxbatons. In Hogwarts, Di would've been a Ravenclaw for sure. She liked books, but had the absolute worst taste in them. Currently, Diana was in a strong and obsessive Gilderoy Lockhart phased. She adored the slimy, cheating and now obliviated wizard. This was probably the only thing Scorpius didn't like about his cousin.

Scorpius pulled on his robes and rushed downstairs to meet a plate of steaming hot bacon and hash browns with pumpkin juice. He gobbled the whole thing down before checking his watch. Flourish and Blotts was a busy place and he wanted to get down there as early as possible to avoid the massive crowds. Scorpius grabbed a satchel of galleons and threw on a coat before heading to the entrance of the Manor.

'Wippy,' he called out, 'can you make sure to put the wards back up as soon as I leave?'

'Of course, master.'

Without another word Scorpius ducked through the iron gates of Malfoy Manor to the Apparation point outside the wards. Soon, he found himself down the unusually quiet wizarding haven that was Diagon Alley.

There was barely anyone about, with the exception of a few elderly wizards and witches strolling around. Scorpius swiftly walked down the cobbled stone path to the small bookshop.

He wasn't familiar with this store at all, only being here when necessary such as buying schoolbooks or research books. Not that Scorpius didn't enjoy reading, because he did. He loved reading and learning new things. He just much preferred his grand library archive at home. His abandoned library archive. The last time Scorpius have been in there was two years ago, when he was convinced that he could still lead a normal life without… her… in it. Then the drinking started and he hasn't touched a leather bound book since.

Scorpius pushed open the old wooden door and a bell sound went off informing that a customer was waiting on service. Except Scorpius knew exactly what book he was after. He very original and signatured edition of 'Magical Me' by Gilderoy Lockhart. It costed a few hundred galleons but that was a price that he would be happy to pay for Diana.

She was the only person that had been there for him throughout his life, beside his mother of course.

He made his way over to the bench where the prestigious leather bound book was on display. Just as he reached it however, another hand brushed his while also making its way to the book.

Scorpius was startled. There was only one copy of this book in the entire Wizard World, and besides, he could already picture Diana's estatic face when he presented it to her.

Turning his head, he was met with a wild jungle of messy red hair tied up in a bun, alabaster skin, cornflower blue eyes, lightly pink cheeks, full red lips and a splatter of fine freckles everywhere.

Rose Nymphadora Weasley.


Hey guys! This is the second chapter of Obscurity and I know that there wasn't much action and content but this chapter was more dedicated to establishing the basics of the characters and plot.

Please bear with me for a while. More juicy fluff is coming.

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-MidnightStreetlamps