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Scorpius had no idea what to say to Rose when the Hogwarts Express pulled into the station at Hogsmeade. He had to get Aria under Harry Potter's invisibility cloak, but didn't want her asking why. After all, she'd be likely to want to know why he, a Malfoy, had her uncle's invisibility cloak.

Luckily, she saved him the trouble of explaining this by getting up. "Sorry, I promised my cousin I'd walk with him. You're welcome to join us though."

She sounded hopeful. Scorpius gave her an apologetic look. "No thanks, I gotta get this one to her babysitter for until she can be picked up."

"Okay." She smiled. "I'll see you at the boats then? Or the Great Hall?"

"Probably the Great Hall," Scorpius told her nodding. "See you then."

He helped her get her trunk back down and watched as she made her way back over to where her cousins were seated. When he lost sight of her, he turned to his still-sleeping baby sister.

Professor Longbottom had given him permission to use magic if he needed to because of his sister, Scorpius remembered. Grabbing his new wand (he'd left his father's at home and hidden it in his mother's chest of drawers) Scorpius whispered, "Silencio" and pointed it at his sister. He had no idea if it worked, because the next second he'd thrown the invisibility cloak over her and picked her up. Professor Longbottom said to leave his trunk in the train and it'd be taken to his new room while he was being sorted.

"I'm sorry," he murmured to Aria when he noticed she'd started moving under the cloak, but made no noise. So his spell had worked…. "We have to. Professor McGonagall will take the spell off you when we see her."

And thankfully, a very old witch appeared before him just minutes later.

"Mr. Malfoy?" she asked with a smile. "I'm Professor McGonagall. Where's your sister?"

"I'm holding her," Scorpius mumbled, just loud enough for the professor to hear. He passed Aria to her, still with the invisibility cloak over her. "She's under a spell to keep her silent. You know how to reverse it, don't you?"

Professor McGonagall looked mildly surprised. "I'm sure I do. Which spell did you use?"

"Silencio. It seems to have worked, because she woke up a few minutes ago."

Looking still more surprised at this, Professor McGonagall nodded again. "I do know the reverse spell, Mr. Malfoy. I shall use it as soon as the students have moved on."

"Thank you," Scorpius said, feeling oddly okay with leaving his sister with this woman, despite her obvious old age. She had to be close to a hundred, which while not unheard of, was still pretty old. She just seemed trustworthy.

She smiled at him briefly. "I will see you again after the Great Feast. Good luck, Mr. Malfoy."

Scorpius nodded his thanks and went to join the rest of the first years, who appeared to be crowding around a gray haired giant. Scorpius's eyes widened. "Giant…."

"Don't be scared, he's only a half giant," said a familiar voice. Scorpius turned to see Professor Longbottom standing there, grinning past him and waving at the half-giant man. "Hello Hagrid!"

Hagrid. That made sense. Scorpius's nerves settled a bit. His father had always said that Hagrid, his old Care of Magical Creatures teacher, wasn't much of a danger, unless it had something to do with the crazy monster creatures he loved.

"Did everything go okay?" Professor Longbottom asked now, turning his attention to Scorpius."Nobody see anything?"

"Rose Weasley got stuck in my compartment," Scorpius said, "but she just thinks I was watching her on the train so she could be handed off to someone in Hogsmeade."

Professor Longbottom gave him a measured look. "You've met Rose Weasley before, haven't you?" At Scorpius's surprised look, he added, "It's just, I was talking to her parents on the platform earlier, and they seemed to be under the impression that their daughter met you in Diagon Alley."

"Yeah," Scorpius said slowly. "She offered to hold Aria while I paid for my books. Girls like babies."

Professor Longbottom merely chuckled.

"What?" Scorpius asked. The professor just shook his head.

"Nothing, nothing," he laughed. "Go on, you're gonna miss the boats."

WIth a last, curious glance at Professor Longbottom, Scorpius got into the last available boat with a couple of other kids. He watched as the professor, so mysterious, faded from his vision.


Scorpius caught sight of Rose Weasley when he entered the Great Hall, but he didn't try to catch her eye. He didn't know why, but the girl made him nervous. He supposed she was nice enough, she just made him uneasy. He couldn't explain it.

"Scorpius Malfoy, right?" asked a boy with dark hair that was almost black. He looked very familiar.

"That's me," Scorpius said awkwardly.

"Cool. My name's Albus," the kid said.

Ah, Scorpius thought, a Potter. That was why he looked familiar. Scorpius had seen him enough, whenever he glanced the Daily Prophet his father almost always threw in the waste bin.

The black-haired kid, Albus Potter, shuffled his feet, as if feeling awkward all of a sudden. "Um...thanks, by the way."

Scorpius gave him a puzzled look.

"For letting my cousin sit in your compartment," he explained. "She was very nervous and didn't want to leave our compartment, so I'm really….grateful that someone-well, you-let her in. My cousin, well she's like my best friend. So thanks."

Scorpius had to try not to smile. "No problem. Just consider it a returned favor to her."

"What for?" Albus looked bewildered.

"For…" Scorpius paused, debating if he actually wanted this known to a Potter.

No, he decided quickly. He definitely did not want a Potter knowing.

"Well, she helped me at Flourish and Blotts down in Diagon Alley. I'd lost the books I was going to buy."

"Oh, okay." Scorpius was grateful for Albus's apparent lack of interest past that.

"So, um…" Albus continued, "You….you know what house you'll be in?"

"Probably Slytherin," Scorpius mumbled. "But I really don't want to be."

Albus looked shocked. "I….I don't want to be in Slytherin either, but my brother keeps saying I will. My dad said that would be okay, because I'm sort of named after a guy from Slytherin, but I know they'd be disappointed, because everyone in my family's been in Gryffindor so far."

"I thought Albus Dumbledore had been in Gryffindor," Scorpius said, confused.

"He was," Albus said, "But my middle name is Severus."

"As in Severus Snape?" Scorpius asked, wide eyes. Albus nodded. "Severus Snape, most hated professor that was ever a Hogwarts headmaster? Known Death Eater, Severus Snape?"

"That's the one," Albus said.

"Wow." Scorpius let out a low whistle. "I thought your dad, like, hated that guy?"

"He did, until he realized that Snape was just doing all that because he'd been in love with my grandmother, Lily Potter. He was trying to keep my dad alive all along, but hated him because he was so much like my grandfather. It was a….really weird situation, but my dad says Snape was 'the bravest man he ever knew'."

"Didn't he kill the other guy you're named after?" Scorpius asked, finding this incredibly odd.

"Technically, yes," Albus said, squinting, "but Dumbledore was already dying, and Snape had helped him live as long as he had, containing the curse in his hand or something. I don't know all the details, but apparently Snape looked like the bad guy all my dad's years of school, but turned out to be the good guy with a bad attitude."

They'd started calling names by now, and Scorpius was silent a he watched last names A-L get sorted. Scorpius was shocked when he heard "Clarissa Longbottom" was put in Gryffindor. Albus wolf-whistled, and Scorpius could see Professor Longbottom cheering loudly.

"I didn't know Professor Longbottom had a kid," Scorpius said, just loud enough for Albus to hear. He'd read in the Daily Prophet a couple of years before that the professor and his wife were both alcoholics (which Scorpius didn't believe) and childless.

"They adopted her a couple years ago," Albus explained.

Three more kids were sorted before a teacher called out, "Scorpius Malfoy."

Scorpius took several deep breaths as he walked forward and sat on the wooden stool. The hat was soon placed over his eyes, and Scorpius was plunged into darkness.

"A Malfoy, huh? Usually not such a difficult choice…."

All Scorpius could think was that he didn't want to be in Slytherin.

"Not Slytherin? That's a first. Usually your lot begs to be in Slytherin."

"No." Scorpius didn't know if he said that out loud or thought it. Everything else was blocked out. "No, not Slytherin."

And for some reason, Aria popped into his head. He did not want to be in Slytherin. He did not want to disappoint his sister. He did not want to go down the same road as his father and grandfather before him. He wanted to be like Sirius Black, getting sorted into Gryffindor despite his family's reputation.

"Interesting," said the hat.

Scorpius bit his lip and waited.

"Gryffindor!"

Scorpius leapt up, eyes wide as the hat was taken off his head. People were murmuring all around him, but a few people were cheering, including Professor Longbottom and his daughter, Albus Potter, Rose Weasley and a few other kids and teachers.

Scorpius walked as quickly as he could over to the Gryffindor table. Albus Potter was called not long after that, and he, too, was sorted into Gryffindor. He was grinning widely as he came and sat next to Scorpius.

"I guess we were both worried for nothing, huh?" Albus said.

"Congrats little bro," said a dark haired boy that looked a lot like Albus as he sat across from them. "Knew you could do it."

"No you didn't," Albus said. "You thought I'd be in Slytherin."

"No, I just wanted you to think that. Freak you out a bit. Teased Rose a bit too. She's convinced she'll be in Hufflepuff because she's too soft."

"Rose, too soft?" Albus snorted. "The only thing soft about her is her name."

Scorpius thought about the girl who helped him with his baby sister in the he book store, who'd talked about books and random things in the ride to Hogwarts, who never looked at him like he was a dreadful Malfoy because of his father. But then here were her cousins, acting like she couldn't have done any of those things in her life.

"Rose Weasley."

"Here we go," Albus mumbled. Scorpius glanced over at him. Albus looked as nervous for Rose as he had for himself. Rose really must've been his best friend.

The hat took quite a while with Rose, as it had with Scorpius. Scorpius wondered why it took longer with some kids than it did with others. Maybe they had qualities of the other houses too, and the hat was searching for which qualities the kid possessed the most of, that would rule over the others as they grew up?

"Gryffindor!"

"Thank goodness," James Potter said. "If she'd gotten in a house she didn't want, I'd never hear the end of it."

"Al!" Rose squealed, happier than Scorpius had ever seen her, as she rushed forward and hugged her cousin tightly. She then hugged James and grinned at Scorpius. "Where's Clarie? I wanna congratulate her too."

"Oh, I see how it is," Albus said teasingly, looking away.

"Shut up." Rose shoved him. "Seriously, where is she?"

"I think Uncle Neville kidnapped her," James said, laughing. "He was so proud. They all thought she'd be in Hufflepuff like her dad was."

"Birth dad," Rose corrected him. "And she doesn't remember him. And there was just as much a chance that she'd have been in Slytherin like her birth mom."

"But Hannah was a Hufflepuff too," Albus said. "So it must've been because of who she is, not anyone else."

Scorpius noticed Albus look away when everyone glanced at him. So he was fond of the professor's daughter….

Hogwarts was starting to sound more interesting every minute.


No one saw Clairissa Longbottom until desert appeared at the Great Feast. The girl had long blond hair, just a shade lighter than Scorpius's own hair, and dark brown eyes. Her face was very red as she sat between James and Rose on the opposite side of the table from Albus and Scorpius.

"Neville wouldn't let me go," she said, sounding immensely embarrassed. "I can already see how the next seven years are gonna be."

"Yeah," James laughed, "he's bad enough when it comes to me, and I'm not even his kid. I feel for you."

James had told them in no uncertain terms that he would not be sitting at the dinner table with a bunch of first years all the time, and was only doing so tonight because it was their first night and he was a good guy, but that they shouldn't expect him do so again. Rose had teased him about this, saying sarcastically, "James Sirius Potter, a good guy? Wow, and the sun has risen in the west."

Scorpius grinned. He hadn't participated in many of their conversations, but it was almost like having real friends. Friends that teased each other and laughed and swore they wouldn't be seen around each other. That was real friendship. That was family.

"So Scorpius," Rose said suddenly, "why don't you tell us more about yourself? Do you only have one sister?"

"Um, yeah." Scorpius was surprised. He didn't think the conversation would turn to him. But everyone was staring at him now, so he decided it was probably best for him to talk. "Yeah, my little sister Aria. She's about to turn two in a couple of weeks."

"No brothers?" Albus asked.

"Nope." Scorpius shook his head. "What about you guys? Any other siblings?"

"Al and I got a sister," James said, slinging an arm around Clairissa for some reason. "Little Lily. She's nine. Bright red hair and an even more fiery personality, that one."

"And my little brother Hugo's the same age. His hairs closer to orange compared to Lily's, and he's my dad made over, with all the making of the prankster both James and my Uncle George are."

"Hey guys."

The Potters, Rose and Clairissa all looked up. Above them stood a beautiful blonde girl with porcelain white skin and full lips. She was really very pretty.

"Victorie," James said, grinning very suddenly, "how's it feel to have to be going back to school for another year when your boyfriend had to kiss you goodbye at the platform before going to work?"

"You're a little pig," the girl said and tousled his hair. "But congrats on making Gryffindor you guys! I knew you would."

She smiled brightly at all the first years, and her eyes stopped on Scorpius. "So you're the Malfoy that broke the mold," she said. "Interesting."

Scorpius glanced around the table anxiously. "Um, yeah I guess so."

James seemed to grin at his brother. "Dad'll never believe it when we tell him. A Malfoy in Gryffindor." He stared at Scorpius, almost in wonder, and shook his head. "You've just made history kid."

"How promising," Scorpius muttered under his breath. Albus made a choking noise.

"Well I think it's wonderful," the girl James had called Victorie told him. "I'm Head Girl this year. Let me know if you need anything."

Scorpius seriously hoped she wouldn't tell any of her cousins about his sister, because he was almost positive the Head Girl was one of those exceptions Professor Longbottom had said would have to know about Aria.

So that was why Scorpius found himself chasing after a seventh year girl when they'd left the Great Hall. "Hey, Victorie," he called after her.

She turned, looking down at him curiously. "Yes?"

"Um.." Scorpius didn't know how to say this without anyone else hearing.

"Here," she said, smiling slightly, "why don't we go somewhere a bit more private?"

Scorpius let out a breath of relief when she led him to an empty classroom. "So what'd you need?"

"Um, you'll probably hear about this sooner or later, but I'll be living in an individual room this year, and my little sister will be living with me. She's two, and I don't really want others knowing all about it."

She was still smiling at him, a look of what appeared to be affection in her eyes. "Well, I did already know that, but thank you for telling me. It's so brave of you to want to help your sister like that."

Scorpius didn't say anything to that. "Who else knows?"

"Other than me, just the adults that need to know and the Headboy. He's a really nice guy in Hufflepuff. You'll like him."

"He won't tell anyone?" Scorpius asked, worried he'd have to have this same conversation with another student much older than him.

"Of course not," Victorie said gently. "We'll keep your secret, Scorpius."

"Thank you," he told her, and he left the room.


It had been a mistake, not following the Gryffindor prefect to his room before talking to Victorie. Scorpius had no idea where Gryffindor tower was, nor did he know where his and Aria's bedroom would be. Therefore, he had no idea where his sister was either.

"The password is troll bogies," someone said from behind him. Scorpius turned and saw Clarissa Longbottom standing there, looking shy and awkward.

"What?"

"You're standing at the entrance of Gryffindor tower," she said. "The fat lady. I figured you hadn't known. You have to tell her the password for her to let you into our common room."

"Oh, uh, I was told I got one of those extra rooms."

"Oh." The girl's eyes widened. "You have to learn two passwords then. There's the outside entrance to your room, and the one way entrance into our common room from yours. The prefect guy told us all about them on the way down here. About seven kids just in our year had to have new rooms. Six to a room.."

She trailed off, frowning at him. "You get your own room?"

"I guess I do." Scorpius didn't really consider this a good thing. He'd wanted friends when he came here, and heard one of the fun parts was getting to share a room with a few mates.

The girl was still frowning at him. "Well the single one is awful small…"

"You've seen it?"

Clarissa nodded. "Follow me. I know practically everywhere in this school. My dad's a professor and we live in Hogsmeade. My mom owns The Three Broomsticks."

"I heard the stuff there is amazing."

"Can't find better Butterbeer anywhere around here."

Scorpius had no idea how she said that sentence without stumbling over her words.

Just out of general interest, he asked, "And have you tasted the firewhiskey?"

She turned on him then, her eyes blazing. "Firewhiskey? Just like your father, aren't you?"

Scorpius couldn't breathe. Just like his father? DId she know? Had Professor Longbottom gone home and told his daughter about his father's problems?

"You Malfoys can't leave my father alone for two seconds! All that firewhiskey nonsense! Why, my mother almost gave up the store over it! And all because some crazy old bat writes a bunch of lies about Dumbledore's Army in the Daily Prophet…"

Oh, Scorpius thought, she's talking about the article.

"No, no," Scorpius said. "I didn't mean anything by that. I like your father, actually. He's helped me quite a lot since I got my letter. I was just wondering….for general knowledge."

Really, he'd just been wondering how good that firewhiskey must taste for it to be more important to his father than the man's own children.

Clarissa gave him a long, hard stare. "I have no idea what the firewhiskey tastes like. I'm not alowed to have even a sip until I'm seventeen. And just so it's clear…" She moved forward, inches away from him. For a short girl, she could be awful intimidating. "...my parents hate firewhiskey. They don't drink. And my father is a good professor. So you better not go spreading any rumors about him, now that you're at this school."

"Why would I spread rumors about a teacher?" Scorpius could feel anger rising up in his midsection, but tried to force it back down. Professor Longbottom had been very good to him; Scorpius did not need to repay the man by getting into a row with his daughter on the first day.

"Because everyone says you're just like your father," she said seathingly. "And I hate your father. He's a no good loser. You tell him to leave my dad alone."

And she walked away.

Scorpius groaned as he watched her go. Now how would he find his room?

He walked around aimlessly for ten minutes, not really paying attention to where he was going until he bumped into something that yelped and fell backwards.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Scorpius said, helping Rose Weasley back up to her feet. "Didn't see you there."

Rose laughed. "Don't worry about it. I shouldn't read and walk at the same time." She held up a copy of….The Hunger Games?

"What on earth is that about? Seeing who can go the longest without eating? Kinda dangerous, don't you think…."

She laughed even harder. "That's actually not at all funny, I just think it's funny that you'd think that. No, it's an amazing story about this awful alternate future where the Capital controls the thirteen districts of what's left of America, and they have to reap their kids-"

"They what their kids."

"Reap, sicko. From ages twelve to eighteen, kids have their names put in this bowl and whoever's drawn has to fight to the death with 23 other victors, two from each district, to the death. If they win, they get a lifetime of riches...You're not following me at all, are you?"

"What the blazes do Americans do to their children?" Scorpius asked, his eyes wide. Rose smiled and shook her head.

"Never mind, don't worry about it. Why don't we start this conversation over."

"Sounds wonderful. Okay, Hunger Games, what's that?" Scorpius asked again.

"Muggle book," Rose said grinning.

"Ah," Scorpius said. "See, I don't even like wizard books, so I think I'll pass on asking any further questions."

Rose laughed. "Is there any particular reason you were roaming the halls and just happened to decide to plow over the girl hidden behind an odd muggle book?"

Scorpius grinned sheepishly. "I can't find my room."

Rose bit her lip, smiling. "Has anyone shown you the common room?"

"Yeah, your friend did. Professor Longbottom's daughter. I don't think she likes me very much…" Scorpius shook his head. "But anyways, I got the single. My room entrance isn't through the common room."

"You get the single?" Rose said enviously. "Lucky. I want a single. One of my roommates snores."

Scorpius smiled but didn't say anything.

"Why do you think Clarissa doesn't like you?" Rose asked, frowning suddenly. "Clarie likes everyone."

Clarie. Like Clare-y. Not Clarissa, or Clare. Clarie. Scorpius had a feeling Rose was closer to this girl than other students.

"I made the mistake of asking if she'd ever tried the firewhiskey at her mom's shop. She thought I was offending her family because of something in the paper, and is convinced I'm a no-good loser like my father."

Rose's frown deepened. "Blimey Clare…." Rose sighed and looked back up at him. "I'm sorry, I told her not to hold anything against you because of the diversities between our fathers when they were in school. I know things have changed, even if they still aren't exactly friends…"

"It's fine," Scorpius said, wishing she'd just drop it and help him find his room.

"No it's not. She just gets so protective of her family, because she' never really had one before a few years ago…."

"Really Weasley, it's fine," Scorpius said, holding up a hand. "Do you, uh, happen to know where my room is? I'm exhausted."

And he was. The day's events were starting to take a toll on him, the good and the bad. He just wanted to get to his room, unpack, and get Aria to bed so he could finally go sleep.

Rose gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry, I completely forgot! Come on, follow me. Now, I don't know your password, but I do know where the single is."

She led him down several different hallways, all the way back to a classroom that was Gryffindor adjacent. There was a portrait there too, just an inch or two smaller than the one of the fat lady leading to the Gryffindor common room. But this one brought Scorpius up short, and he stared at it with his mouth wide.

"The prefects said this led to the only single Gryffindor had. This portrait will ask you for the password and you'll tell her, and she'll swing open to let you in. If you forget your password, she won't let you in. You could be some imposter using polyjuice potion for all she'd know."

Scorpius couldn't speak. He continued to stare at the portrait, his mouth open, and he had to force the tears back down his throat. That was a hard thing to do, however, considering who the portrait was of.

"No," he whispered. Then, much louder, he started screaming, "No, no, NO! Take it down! TAKE IT DOWN!"

"Scorpius!" Rose stared at him with wide eyes, but Scorpius didn't notice.

"Take it down!" he kept screaming. "I don't want it here! Not her! Take it down! Take it down!"

His screams were starting to attract a crowd.

Rose looked on in horror, her hand to her mouth.

"Make it go away!" Scorpius screamed.

The portrait, which had been smiling when he'd arrived, was now watching with a face that mirrored Rose's, a mix of sadness and horror, and she tried to speak to him."Scorpius, baby-"

"NO!" He screamed louder than before, slapping his hands over his ears and shutting his eyes tight.

Someone was tugging at his arm. "Scorpius," Rose whispered hurriedly. "Scorpius, stop it, please."

"Let go Rosie," said a softer voice. Scorpius, still screaming, felt someone pull Rose away, and another pair of hands, much stronger, replaced them. "Come on," Victorie Weasley's voice coaxed. "Come on Scorpius, get away from the door."

Scorpius had never been more willing to do anything in his life. He let Victorie lead him through the crowds and down a narrow hallway and straight onto the grounds. They seemed to be marching towards a cabin close to the Forbidden Forest.

"W-Where are we g-going?" Scorpius asked.

"Hagrid's," she said, not unkindly. "The deputy headmaster is there."

"I don't wanna be in trouble," Scorpius said lamely, sounding for all the world like Aria when she'd finished throwing a tantrum and was being led to a timeout.

"You're not," Victorie said. "We're going to see about getting that potrait moved."

"B-Burn it," Scorpius said savagely as she rapped on the door. Victorie turned very sad, pitying eyes on him.

"You can't mean that."

He didn't, but he sure as heck wished he did.

"Vicky!" said a gruff voice, and Victorie Weasley was pulled away from him and in the arms of the enormous man Scorpius had seen in Hogsmeade that had led him and the rest of the first years to the boats.

"Hullo Hagrid," she said, embarrassed.

"Scorpius?" said another voice.

Scorpius looked up to see Professor Longbottom standing there, looking concerned, and a woman with bright red hair beside him. And in the far corner of the room, barely visible, was Clarissa Longbottom. She glanced away when their eyes met.

"Are you alright?"

Scorpius shook his head. Hagrid, the giant (or half giant), had let Victorie down, and she walked over and placed a hand on Scorpius's shoulder as she offered Professor Longbottom a toned down, brief version of what had happened in the hallway. Scorpius couldn't tell if she was speaking loud enough for Clarissa to hear, but Hagrid certainly had.

"Oi!" he said. "Who'd do such a thing, putting the boy's mother's portrait there!"

"Headmaster-snot-bucket," Victorie muttered darkly.

Professor Longbottom snorted, but regained his composure at one look from the woman Scorpius could only assume to be his wife.

"Victorie, not everyone can be Professor McGonagall."

"Well no one should have let that, that….." Victorie seemed to be searching for a word appropriate to use in front of two eleven year olds and a professor that happened to know her parents.

"Victorie," Professor Longbottom said with a smile, "why don't you and Jordan go down to the Gryffindor tower entrance and see to it that the portrait is put….elsewhere."

Victorie nodded, still seething. Apparently no one liked the headmaster.

"I take it you didn't want to see your mother's portrait?" Professor Longbottom asked when she'd left.

Scorpius shook his head. "I don't want it anywhere near me, or my sister. That thing…." he let out a ragged breath, "...that was not my mother. My mother is dead. I don't need some picture with her face and her voice to remind me of that every time I try to get into my room. Now if you'll tell me my password, I'd like to go to bed."

"Blast-ended skrewts," Professor Longbottom said, with a small smile at Hagrid, who grinned in return. Scorpius nodded stiffly.

"Can I go now?"

"Yes, of course. Clarissa can walk you back to your room."

The blonde girl got up without a word of complaint and followed Scorpius out of the room, surprisingly keeping pace with him as he broke into a run.

"Well don't off and leave me," she said, frowning.

"You don't like me," Scorpius reminded her, but he did slow down.

"I didn't know your mum died."

"That shouldn't change if you like me or don't."

She grabbed his wrist and made him come to a complete stop. "I'm sorry," she said, "for earlier. I was rude. I shouldn't make assumptions. You might not be anything like your father-"

Scorpius started walking again, wrenching his hand away from hers.

"Okay," she said, jogging to keep up again, "maybe you are-"

Scorpius whirled on her. "It shouldn't matter if I'm like my father or not. Why are you insulting him? Have you met him? Do you know anything about him, other than what he was like as a teenager? I'm sorry he bullied your dad, but that doesn't mean he's like that now."

He started to walk away again.

"Oh yeah?" Clarissa called after him. "Then how come you're raising your sister?"

Scorpius froze.


Hey guys! Hope you liked this chapter. I got a relatively nice amount of reviews, and a good bit of favorites and followers. Thanks so much!

So, who likes/dislikes the adopted Clarissa Longbottom? She was originally supposed to be like major side character (for reasons you'll later learn), but I liked her so much I decided to make her a main character. Don't worry-I'm a Scorose shipper 100%.

*I don't understand anything you might recognize.

God bless you all!

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