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I Am Not My Father

The Aftermath

Why did this have to happen?

No, really. Why?

How could Scorpius, Scorpius, son of Draco Malfoy, be placed in Gryffindor! His brain was filled with worry, how could he show his face to his father ever again? How could he show his face to anyone? The Gryffindors despised him and the Slytherins felt betrayed. He had to speak to the sorting hat right away, it must have made a mistake. The sorting went on, but he noticed the cheers were less vibrant and spirited. The children were lucky though, at least they got a cheer. The room was so quiet when Scorpius was sorted that the only sound he heard was his fast, untimely breathing. He wasn't even sitting with the Gryffindors, he had to lean against a wall because no one would let him sit.

Scorpius could only roll his eyes to himself, "Idiots." But then he eyed the delicious food and found a growl erupting from his stomach. Chicken. Turkey. Pies. Cakes. There was so much! He never got a snack on the trolley and felt his mouth begin to water. No one could eat just yet, sorting was still taken place.

"Potter, Albus!" another name was called, but it was said differently than the others, with pride and interest.

Potter? Scorpius's eyes bugged, this was Harry Potter's son? He looked nervous, scared even while he scurried up to the stage. His hair was black and untidy, but Scorpius could see his eyes were a sparkling green. When he sat down his mouth was moving very fast, talking to the hat? Please, Scorpius gritted his teeth, bitterly, Like that will work.

Then, a huge boom came, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Loud chanting and screams were yelled throughout the room, the Gryffindor table was alive again, shaking the entire room. Scorpius could swear he lost the hearing in his left ear. Albus was grinning ear to ear running down to the Gryffindor table being giving a pat on the back from the older boy Scorpius had words, no matter how small they were, with on the train. Scorpius felt envy rise in his veins, there was a spot made specifically for the boy, who was still being cheered on. Why did he have to be so special?

Oh yeah.

His father was Harry Potter.

Well my father was Draco Malfoy.

And then a small whiny voice in his head mocked, 'But your father was a traitor. His father was a champion.'

He shook his head, getting rid of the thought. Why did the children have to be judged by their parents life and past? Scorpius was a great boy, a respectful boy, an honest boy, but in everyone else's eyes he was Draco Malfoy's boy. This, Albus Potter could be a liar, a cheater, a thief, but he was a God's son to people. His father was Harry Potter, no less. He could only have it easy in this school, boys and girls pouncing on him to be friends. What was the point of friends? They were useless, they meant nothing.

But it was nice to have at least one. One to share your secrets with and laugh. Scorpius didn't need that, for he had no secrets worth sharing and for laughs he could find a joke book or some sort. He was going to be fine being alone. I will, I will.

Scorpius bit his lip, trying not to scream in anger, that's all he wanted to do. Just scream. And yell. More children were placed in Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin, the house he should be in. Scorpius did not cheer once, he didn't flare his arms in happiness for others Gryffindors, he didn't shout out congratulations, he merely leaned by the wall and would give a curt nod no one would notice. Why was Hogwarts turning out to be so disastrous? He had done nothing wrong, Scorpius was a good child, a good son. He wasn't a traitor like the kids were whispering, he was Scorpius.

Scorpius did not pay much attention anymore until the very end when the name, "Weasley, Rose," was called, with the same enthusiasm Albus Potter was called up with. Scorpius eyes focused on a young, red headed girl. She held herself most confident, but Scorpius could see she was most nervous. Her hands shook a little while the hat made the decision, but Scorpius knew she was the daughter of Ronald Weasly and Hermione Granger. She would obviously be sorted in-

"RAVENCLAW!" (A/N I was torn between Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, but I believe I put her in the right house, this'll work in to the story too, but if a lot of people don't like it, I can fix it(:)

Scorpius's eyes perked up a bit, Ravenclaw? But as Scorpius was born to be in Slytherin, Rose's fate should have lied with Gryffindor. Maybe the sorting hat was just have an off day. Flushing red, even her ears, Rose scampered off to the Ravenclaw table. The Ravenclaw's blasted in triumph, pride that they were picked to have two champion's daughters. Now Scorpius was angry, his eyes knitting together. She still got cheers? No matter was house he would be put in it would be silent, but she gets placed in an unsuspecting house and they still go wild! Scorpius had to be cursed, that's the only conclusion he could make. Only a few more first years were sorted, most placed in Hufflepuff and finally the feat had begun. It was actually rather scary. Everywhere you looked a boy or girl were stuffing their face like a barbarian, reaching over for more food, grabbing from others. I guess manners didn't apply to hungry kids. They were ravenous! It only made Scorpius more hungry, he even debated walking over to another table, but stayed where he was.

"Young boy!" A friendly ghost appeared next to Scorpius making him jump, "Why aren't you eating! The delicacies are endless!"

"I'm not hungry," Scorpius lied, but his grumbling stomach contradicted him, "Besides, there's no where for me to sit, Sir."

The ghost pondered for a quick minute before shouting, "Make room! There's a lone Gryffindor here!"

Scorpius swore he heard someone scoff, "Gryffindor?" in a disgusted, nasally voice.

Eventually, two children made a small crack open for Scorpius to slide through and muttered quiet thank yous to them. They didn't bother replying, either.

At one point, the older boy from the train called over, "Hey, Malfoy! Sorry about before, how about a toffee to make amends!" Without even letting Scorpius answer a small wrapped out piece of toffee was thrown at him. Scorpius was suspicious, he could feel like he was becoming a victim of some twisted prank. He read the wrapper clearly where it said 'Ton-Tongue Toffee'. He immediately got a vision in his head of a joke shop in the newspaper with descriptions of these. Whoever eats it, tongues swells up to be large enough to suffocate themselves.

"Do you think I'm dumb?" Scorpius snarled throwing the toffee back, "It'll take a lot more than a stupid joke toffee to fool me."

The boy didn't like this, "Watch who you're talking to! It was only a friendly gesture, you rude little git!"

Scorpius noticed the Potter boy, Albus beside him shaking his head, "James..."

"I know, Albus, he's just bitter he wasn't placed in Slytherin. Don't worry, nobody wants you here anyway," James jabbed a finger to Scorpius's face.

"Do you think that makes me angry?" Scorpius gave a dead stare, "Why should I worry what you all think of me?" Besides, It's not what you think of me, it's what you think of my father.

"Oh my little Slytherin, you'll regret this," James gave a cheeky smile and began stuffing himself with a piece of pie. Scorpius made a note not to accept food or drinks from anyone, he wouldn't even touch the feast food anymore, he could survive. Eventually, a small little man, who had to stand on a stack of books to reach a mic quieted everyone to speak.

"Hello, hello, newcomers, oldcomers," he laughed quietly at his little joke, "I am Professor Flitwick, the headmaster of Hogwarts. I would just like to welcome everyone, I'm sure this will be a wonderful year. As a reminder, the Forbidden Forest is not to be gone through, first years I surely hope you will follow this. I don't want to drone on, but lets all have a great year! And now, our song!" (A/N Since Minerva Mcgonagall retired I had to make somebody headmaster and thought Professor Flitwick would make a good choice since he's been there quite a while. Also, I had to make up a transfiguration and defense against the dark arts teacher since Minerva retired and there was no mention of who the defense against the dark arts teacher would be. Professor Flitwick is still the charms master teacher, as well.)

With a wand, Professor Flitwick whisked a ribbon in front of the student and words appeared on it as the children began to sing,

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts,

Hoggy Warty Hogwarts

'Teach us something, please,

'Whether we be old and bald

'Or young with scabby knees,

'Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

'So teach us things worth knowing,

'Bring back what we've forgot,

'Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

'And learn until our brains all rot."

Scorpius found the song useless, and the rest of the staff seated had pained, bored expressions on their face. Soon, two Gryffindors, the prefects told all the Gryffindors to rise as they gave a tour of the building. It was really no shock to Scorpius, he had read so many stories about Hogwarts he already knew about the changing stares, talking pictures, and passwords on all the doors to the common rooms. What Hogwarts didn't tell him was how judgmental students would be, he specifically felt his stomach drop every time one Gryffindor intentionally shoved past him. They were shown the common room, which made Scorpius frown. He should be in the Slytherin common room, under the lake, how, how would Scorpius tell his father this? His hands were shaking. His belongings were placed in a room with a few unrecognizable first year boys, no Potters which Scorpius secretly found himself being finally lucky. The boys didn't bother introducing themselves however, Scorpius could already predict he would be lonely even in this room. His room mates left their room as soon as they were unpacked, but Scorpius stayed right where he was, sitting on his bed with a quill in his hand and a piece of parchment on his lap.

To Father-

Dear Dad-

Daddy-

It's Scorpius-

Hogwarts has been-

I was placed in-

I hope you're not mad-

I'm a-

I wish-

I'm sorry but-

Hogwarts is fine. Write to you soon.

-Scorpius

End chapter! It's Scorpius's first day of classes next chapter. I wonder how that will go...well I hope you liked it(: Please review! Sorry if the ending seemed rushed, I was running out of ideas.