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Scorpius stared at a small scratch on the vast wooden table; he stood out, a patch of still white inside a blur of colour and excitement. He hated it; having nothing to do, pretending that he wanted to be ignored, pretending he didn't notice people staring, people laughing. For the millionth time that day he wished he was invisible, he wished… oh what was the point. It didn't matter what he wanted, it wouldn't change a thing.

A sudden quiet shuddered through the hall in a great wave. The headmistress, McGonagall, began to welcome the new first years. Her long silver hair fell down below her waist framing a face which had become wrinkled and wizened with time. She opened her dry, cracked lips and the hypnotic sound of her deep, Gaelic voice filled the hall. He looked at her and allowed his eyes to blur over as memories of his first day flooded back.

He had been so nervous, clutching onto a pebble he found by his lake, the only part of home he cared to remember. He put his hand in his pocket, feeling the same smooth surface four years on; he had expected Hogwarts to be so different. He had hoped that maybe life wouldn't be so dull there. With a harsh snort he mocked his earlier naivety. He remembered listening to the cheers of each house every time they received a new student. He remembered the cheers of the Slytherins the second his name was called out. But worst of all he remembered the silence as the word "Ravenclaw" echoed through the building, the hundreds of eyes that watched him, disgusted, and the muttering of "deatheater" barely a breath from the stupid, smirking mouth of James Potter but in the quiet of the moment he may as well have shouted it.

It was then, within the first few hours of arrival, that 10 year old Scorpius Malfoy realized his life would be day after day of humiliation and mortification. Yes, he remembered bitterly, those first few days were the hardest because, back then, he was still desperate to fit in, to make friends. However, it wasn't long before he learnt to keep his mouth shut and himself as far away from everyone else as possible.

The first years looked as scared and miserable as ever. Why weren't they each sorted privately beforehand and then sat with their allocated houses immediately? That way, they wouldn't have to go through the all the embarrassment. Would he still be subject of so many jokes if it had been done that way instead? A flash of light from a candle reflected off his thick handled knife. Looking down he sighed at the pale and ghostly boy staring back, somewhere in the back of his mind he accepted no matter what had happened in the beginning he would still be Scorpius Malfoy and he would still be hated for it.


Rose cheered heartily as yet another first year was sorted into Gryffindor. Thanks to an appetite inherited from her farther she was pleased to have some way to hide her stomachs rumblings. The signal was finally given and she grabbed all the food she could lay her hands on. The buzz in the great hall was always at its best on the first day of the year. Suddenly a raucous laughter erupted from the Ravenclaw table. She, along with everyone else, turned to see the source of such hilarity.

She flushed with anger and guilt as she spotted Malfoy, his plate of food hovering above his head, threating to fall. He was sat stone still, it seemed, to her, like the best thing to do; squirming and squealing would only make the others laugh more. She searched for the person who had cast the spell; her eyes scanning up and down the Ravenclaw table. "Mr Potter!" McGonagall voice was level and calm and yet did not leave any doubt of who was in charge. "If you would kindly let Mr Malfoy continue with his meal." James dropped his wand "10 points from Slytherin." James' house mates groaned at the loss of yet more points. James, however, continued to smirk at Malfoy until McGonagall called his name again.

Rose felt sick. James was her cousin, and he was behaving like that in front of the whole school. She slammed her food down and sat ignoring her hunger. Soon however, she gave in, realizing that her protest was going unnoticed but the sound of her stomach was most certainly not.

When they had finished eating the sound of a knife tapping on glass caught all's attention. "Before you return to your dorms," McGonagall began "I must tell you of a few changes to the curriculum this year. We have decided it best that you study in classes judged by your ability in the subjects rather than which house you are in. This of course shall not apply to the first years and we think it best that those of you in second year will face no changes either. For the rest of you however, we hope you will find this system beneficial. You will be told which sets you have been allocated this evening. For now you may return to your dorms."


A smile pulled at the lips of Rose Weasley as she unpacked her bags, Scorpius' humiliation was forgotten and the prospect of a new set was now dancing animatedly in her mind. She had always hated the way that the professors taught things slowly in order for the slightly, erm... slower in the class to understand and she was for ever getting frustrated by the obvious questions her peers asked and the way some simply couldn't be bothered to learn and... She laughed at how spiteful and ungrateful she sounded, all the people in her classes were her friends after all, but this had done nothing to stop the gradual build-up of frustration inside her. So, as everyone else was whining about this new system Rose could barely hide her excitement.

She, of course, would be in all the tops sets and so would finally be able to learn at a speed more suited to her learning ability. She didn't think it wise to ruin the fun the others were having complaining by sharing her far more positive views on the subject and so she took a book down to the common room and pretended to read as she waited for the news.


Scorpius was pleased that the idea of sets had come as such a shock to the Ravenclaws; all attention was on this allowing his to blend in, unnoticed. Personally he couldn't care less. It wasn't as if he'd be missing friends who may be put into different class. No matter who he was with there would always be someone to pick on him. The timetables arrived, finally not needing to wait in the common room Scorpius left heading for the abandoned toilets.

Checking no one was around he entered and sat in the middle of the huge bathroom, the coldness of the marble floor numbing him. "Scorpius!" the distinctive high voice of Myrtle reverberated around the room, Scorpius let out a groan. "Not now Myrtle." He said between closed teeth, the ghosts were the only people (if they still counted as people) who Scorpius ever talked to at Hogwarts, they didn't judge him or tease him (peeves excluded of course) Myrtle, however, was a little too friendly for his liking. "Did you miss me?" she asked cut off suddenly by a loud "Shhh" from Scorpius.

"I missed you." She continued, not easily put off. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed her smoothing back her hair and quickly adjusting her glasses. He sighed and tried to continue reading his timetable. He had been placed in the top sets for every subject. He allowed himself a little smile. "What's that?" Myrtle asked moving closer.
"Timetable." Came his short one word answer.
"Oh that's right they're putting you in different classes this year aren't they?" he nodded. "I already checked your timetable!" she giggled as he looked at her, confused. "I wanted to have time to memorize it you see!" She smiled fluttering her opaque blue eyelashes. Scorpius stood at that.
"I'm going now." He said over her laughter "bye." He finished, awkwardly. Myrtle always made him feel so uncomfortable. Not the same way as the Potters or their friends but a different kind of embarrassment. It was nearly after hours and was getting dark, "Lumos" he incanted as his footsteps echoed off the high stone walls. He glanced out the window and sighed, fully expecting the water bomb that his roommates were currently putting in place.


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p.s sorry to all of you who thought of Scor as slytherin and James as Gryfindor... just didnt seem to suit there characters for this!