A/N: I'm doing something a bit different, Scorpius' PoV, at the suggestion of my dear dear friend, Alex. Everyone thank Alex!


Chapter 2: Banished


Scorpius lay on his back in his bed. He had been imprisoned in his room for several days now, and had run out of things to do. He tidied, rearranged, made a mess, cleaned it up, and now he was in the middle of counting the amount of tiny holes that littered his ceiling while he thought back on the reason for his exile.

Scorpius walked into the drawing room where his mother sat on the couch, reading. He strode over to stand in front of her and took a deep breath. "Mother," he began.

Astoria Malfoy looked up at her son from her book and smiled gently. "Hello, Scorpius."

"Mother, I would like to visit someone this summer," Scorpius proclaimed confidently with his head held high.

Astoria gave Scorpius an amused glance. "Oh? Who would you like to go see?"

"Rose Weasley." Scorpius kept the same confident tone, but could feel his cheeks turning slightly red.

His mother kept her amused look and patted the couch next to her for him to sit. As he took his seat, she asked, "And who is Rose Weasley?"

Scorpius avoided his mother's acquisitive gaze. He looked down at his hands and started picking at his nails. "My… my girlfriend," he answered, almost nervously.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see his mother's eyebrows raised with a look of surprise on her face. Before she could say anything, however, the door to the drawing room burst open with a bang. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, his face contorted in rage.

"Weasley?" Draco seethed, walking slowly toward his small family.

Astoria raised and stood in front of her son. "Draco-" When Draco reached her, however, he glared at her so fiercely that she immediately went back to her seat. He stood in front of Scorpius, who was looking defiantly up at his father.

"Father," he greeted as sarcastically as possible.

Draco ignored Scorpius' attitude. "Did you say Rose Weasley?"

"I did," Scorpius said casually.

Draco glared down at his son. "No son of mine will date a dirty, poor, stupid bitch!" Draco boiled.

Scorpius quickly stood up and positioned himself directly in front of his father. "You will not call her such things," he whispered, glaring into his father's eyes.

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"You will not speak about her like that," Scorpius continued determined. "She's an amazing person. She's sweet and loyal and kind and she's a better person than you ever have been or will be."

Draco leaned into Scorpius' face, mere centimeters from his son. "Go to your room," he whispered. "You will not leave until I say you can. And trust me, it won't be anytime soon."

Scorpius glared at his father before backing away and walking towards the doorway. Before leaving the room, he glanced at his mother, who was staring down at her hands.

"Thanks a lot, mum," Scorpius said quietly, angry that she still wouldn't defend them. Scorpius turned and went to his room.

Scorpius sighed. As much as he hated being stuck in his room, he hated hearing his father say terrible things about Rose even more. He would never allow anyone, especially his father, say despicable things about her.

Scorpius got up and walked around his room for what seemed like the zillionth time since being banned from the rest of the house and the outside world. He travelled to his desk and looked around. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement from a picture frame. It was a photo of him and Rose sitting at the round table that he occupied for many years in his Hogwarts career. They were doing homework, both concentrating on their separate pieces of parchment. The only thing that indicated that they were together during this time was that on the very edge of their table were their hands, intertwined. In the picture, he could see Rose squeeze his hand and take a glimpse at him. He looked up at her as well, and smiled brightly. Rose smiled back before looking down at her parchment once more. Scorpius, however, left his gaze upon her for several more seconds, and, embarrassed slightly for himself, saw a look of complete adoration on his face.

Scorpius smiled at the photo, remembering that day, and feeling excitement over seeing his Rose again. No matter how bad things were at that very moment, he knew that simply glancing at her would make his banishment all worth it.

Scorpius was so caught up in looking at the picture that he didn't hear someone silently slip into his room and pull out their wand.

"Silens locus."

Scorpius dropped the picture when he heard the voice. The sound of the glass breaking filled the room as he turned just in time to see the light blue spell hit him. He looked down, alarmed, to see what damage the spell caused him, but was surprised to see that he was perfectly fine. Scorpius looked up at who cast the spell, and saw his father standing near the door, a smug look on his face.

"What did you do?" Scorpius asked.

Draco walked further into the room. "You and I are leaving," he stated, not answering Scorpius' question.

Scorpius watched his father walked into his closet and leave with Scorpius' small suitcase.

"We're what?" Scorpius asked, shocked. "Where are we going?"

"Vratsa. I'm enrolling you in Durmstrang and you're never going to see your tramp girlfriend ever again."

Scorpius was stuck between feeling shocked about his father's statement and angry that he called Rose such a harsh name. He sputtered, "But… what… don't…"

"You sound like an idiot. Pack your bags," Draco ordered.

Scorpius found his voice finally. "I'm NOT going to..." He tried to say Vratsa, but the words wouldn't come out. He took a deep breath and tried again. "I'm won't attend…" Again, it seemed as though the words were stuck in his throat.

Draco smirked meanly at his son. "Cat got your tongue?" He teased meanly. "The spell I cast on you was a form of the Fidelius charm. You won't be telling anyone where we're going. You cannot speak or even write down your future whereabouts." Draco turned towards the door after his explanation.

Scorpius glared at his father's back. "I'm not going."

Draco slowly turned around and faced his son. "Yes, you are."

Scorpius scoffed. "No, I'm not."

"I'll be back in five minutes. Gather your belong-"

"I'm not going!" Scorpius yelled to his father. He knew he sounded like a child, but at that particular moment, he didn't care.

Draco walked back to the middle of the room and stared his son down. "You are going, even if I have to cast the Imperius curse on you. Now pack your belongings."

"There are ways to get past the Imperius, father," Scorpius seethed. "Rose's uncle could do it."

Draco laughed. "Your magical abilities hardly match up to Harry Potter's."

"I don't care. I won't let you take me anywhere," Scorpius explained quietly, crossing his arms.

Draco walked up to Scorpius, his face inches away from his son's. "You will be coming with me, or I will make it so that you're not the only one who will never see Rose Weasley again."

Scorpius stared at his father, fear creeping into his veins. "You wouldn't," he breathed.

"Do you really feel like testing me, boy?" Draco replied. When Scorpius didn't answer, Draco turned and walked towards the door once more. "I won't tell you again," he said over his shoulder. "Pack your things. I will be back for you in five minutes." And with that, Draco walked out of the room, leaving a shocked Scorpius in his wake.

Scorpius stared at the door after his father left. In a daze, he slowly began walking around the room, collecting things putting them into his suitcase. He couldn't believe this was happening. He didn't know how his father could get to Rose, but he did know that he used to be a Death Eater. He had heard her talk about her father being an Auror, but what if his father still had some dark contacts no one knew about? He had to protect Rose by going with his father. But the thought of never seeing her again made his chest hurt so badly and his breath came in shorter increments. He couldn't live with this. What was he going to do? He didn't know how to stop his father, and all he knew about Vrasta was that their team, the Vultures, lost to the Appleby Arrows in the 1932 game where—

Scorpius' eyes became the size of saucers as the idea hit him. He ran over to his desk and grabbed his copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. He turned to page forty and ripped it out. He then took his quill, and circled the words "Bulgarian Vratsa Vultures" several times. He stuck the page back in his book, seeing that he successfully unsettled the pages.

A quiet hoot came from his window, making him jump. He looked and saw Rose's family owl, Daci, sitting on the sill with a note for him. He took a piece of scrap parchment from his desk and scribbled a quick note.

Father is taking me away. Said I'll never see you again. Can't say where we're going—he cast a spell on me. I'll always remember you.

Scorpius stared at the note for a moment before quickly walking to the owl, taking the note from her leg and adding his own. He watched Daci fly away for a moment before sticking his note in his pocket and running around his room, throwing random pieces of clothing into his suitcase. He was able to zip the bag quickly before his father walked into the room.

"Come along," Draco commanded, holding the door open for Scorpius. The younger man gathered his bag and walked out the door, bumping his father with his shoulder as he did.

Draco grabbed his son's shoulder roughly and turned him around. "The next few years of your life can be easy or very difficult. If you don't start showing me some respect, it will become the latter."

Scorpius glared at his father, and then continued to walk. He traveled down the stairs and came to the entry way. He looked around his childhood home one more time before reaching the door.

Please, someone find me…