A/N- hey guys. Sorry I didn't update last Wednesday. Finals are horrible.
Anyway, school finished today, other than a regents on Wednesday, but it's almost over at least.
I'm going to change my updating days to Monday and Friday if that's okay with you guys. More updates is a good thing, right?
Also, you guys finally get to see a little into Scorpius' mind. I don't know why I said finally. This literally is only the fourth chapter. I'm an idiot. Sorry.
Disclaimer- I own nothing
Scorpius' POV:
"That was absolutely incredible." Albus says to me as soon as we get out of our first lesson which is History of Magic. "I can't believe that we have an actual ghost as a professor."
I nod my head in agreement, smiling. "The class I think will be pretty boring. But just imagine if we just went up to a Muggle and told them that one of your lessons was taught by a ghost." I say, laughing a little at myself. "They would think we were insane!"
"They would just probably ask you what you were currently high on." Albus replies with a completely straight face.
I laugh and a small smile appears on Albus' face.
"Let's go. We have about fifteen minutes before our next lesson." I point out. "What do you think we should do in this time?"
Albus shrugs. "I dunno. Get our books from the common room, probably." He suggests. "Then find out where the transfiguration classroom is."
"Alright. Let's go." Albus and I walk down to the dungeons, with my elbow resting on his shoulder. I love the fact that I was blessed with the tall genes in my family. I already told Albus last night that he would have to deal with me taking advantage of his and my height. Albus also made it clear that he didn't like standing next to people that are taller than him, but that sucks because he's stuck with me now.
By the time Albus and I find where the transfiguration room is after we collect our books and drop off our history of magic books in the dormitory, we are almost late. When we enter the room, though, luckily Professor McGonagall is not in sight, there is just a cat sitting on the front table.
Al and I hurry over to the large table filled with the Slytherin first years. The other table on the other side of the room is for the Ravenclaw first years. We find two empty seats next to each other and sit down.
I pull my books out of my bag and place them on the table, looking back up at the front of the room, just to see the cat transform into a person; Professor McGonagall.
The entire class, including myself, begin clapping at McGonagall's transformation.
"Good morning everybody. I hope you are all well and enjoying your first day so far." She greets us.
The class chants a unison, "Good morning, Professor."
McGonagall smiles at us and starts teaching.
She is a lot nicer and easier than my father told me. He always said the she was extremely strict. I guess something changed her. Probably the Battle of Hogwarts. I was told she helped fight in it. The Battle changed a lot of people. Some for the better and some for the worse. If I had to fight in a war like that, I can almost guarantee it would change me. She must've had to witness so many of her own student's deaths with now thing she could do to save them. It must've been horrible.
Albus and I stay attached at the hip for the rest of the day. Our lessons seem interesting right now, but it bet after a few days, some of them will be extremely boring and seeming to be unbearable to go to. Oh well. I guess we just have to enjoy the classes until then.
Dinner is another elaborate meal. I can defiantly get used to eating like this all the time for the entire year. I honestly don't think I could be any more impressed by the way this school is.
My father told me all of these flaws that were here when he was in school. Either we just have a completely different liking of almost anything or the school has improved greatly since he was here.
That night, Al and I are sitting in our beds, talking and going through Al's leftover candy that we didn't eat while we were on the train coming to Hogwarts. There really isn't that much leftover, which is slightly sad because Albus bought a lot on the train and that just means we've eaten way too many sweets.
"Hey, Al, pass me a chocolate frog." I say. Albus tosses one of the leftover frogs over to me. I open the packaging, wondering which important witch or wizard will be on the card. The frog immediately hops away.
"Bad luck, mate." Albus says when he sees this.
I nod, and flip my card over, briefly examining the face smiling up at me. "Hey, it's your father!" I exclaim, turning the card over to show it to Albus.
He looks at it in amazement. "That's so cool! What does it say about him?"
I loo at the information that is always on the back of the card.
"It says, Harry James Potter, also known as 'The Chosen One' or 'The Boy Who Lived' is still the only wizard who has ever survived the killing curse. He survived it once when he was just one year old and defeated the darkest wizard ever, Lord Voldemort, several times before finally ending him during the Battle of Hogwarts in 1998. Potter has married and now has a family and also works in the Ministry of Magic in a job as an Auror." I read out loud.
"Why hasn't he ever shown me that he was on a chocolate frog card before?" Albus wonders out loud.
I shrug. "I don't know, mate." I reply. "You know, my father told me to watch out for Potter's kids when I came to school. He said not to break any school rules too early in the year. He also said not to duel anyone until I actually know how."
Albus laughs. "My parents didn't give me a huge lecture like that. They're just mainly worried about my brother James. Mum says that he inherited my Uncle George's sense of humor."
I smile. "Lucky you, then."
Albus nods. "I know. I've heard mum and dad complaining about James so many times."
"Well, my father-" I get cut off by a scream.
What is going on?
A/N- cliffhanger
I'm sorry for the horrible chapter. Writers block is just a bitch sometimes. More like all of the time. I also was trying to help one of my friends while writing most of this so that made this even more difficult.
Bye guys. Thanks for reading. I love you guys.
