The Silver Trio
Rose Weasley and Albus Potter are just as famous as their parents – for doing absolutely nothing. Scorpius Malfoy is just as famous – but for all the wrong reasons. So when the three are finally eleven and beginning Hogwarts, they're bound to be enemies, right?
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. I wish I did, because then there would be a book on the Next Generation too. Sadly, JK didn't agree with me
Chapter Seven: Family (Part Two)
"Rise and shine, Princess Scorpius," I heard Albus teasingly say, shoving my side with his hand. I groaned and sat up, my eyes widening in shock as I saw majority of the Weasley cousins kneeling around me, all their eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Albus Severus Potter, what is going on?"
"What would make you think something's going on?"
"There's nothing going on, Princess Malfoy."
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful, you look in the morning?"
"Thanks Weas – Roxy? I guess?"
"I guess beauty sleep really works on you, Malfoy."
"Oh Merlin," Rose said, as she walked into the living room from the garden, carrying Ruby. Rose was wearing her dark green Weasley jumper, with a silver R stitched in the middle, and a pair of skinny jeans and UGG boots, which were currently soaked from the snow outside. Ruby was wearing an almost identical outfit, except her Weasley jumper was white with a red R, and her jeans were drenched, a sure sign she'd been rolling about in it outside. "Guys, I told you to leave him alone while he slept."
Ron walked into the room after Rose and Ruby, clothed in a maroon Weasley jumper with a large navy R in the middle, jeans, trainers and a beanie pulled over his head, and chuckled at the sight of me. He pointed an accusing finger at his nieces and nephews surrounding me, all who broke out into peals of laughter. At the sight of my confused face, he got a mirror from the mantelpiece and held it in front of my face. I almost fainted at what was staring back at me in the reflection of the mirror.
It looked like the Weasley cousins had taken some amusement in trying out a few beauty charms on me while I'd been fast asleep, and the fact that my medication had made me incredibly drowsy can't have helped. I now had a full face of make up plastered on my face: my eyelids were painted hot pink, my eyelashes were longer, thicker and darker and my cheeks matched my now-parted scarlet lips. Ron took pity on me, and pulled his wand from his pocket, but Rose shook her head. "Wait, Dad, let me get a picture!"
She ran over to the kitchen table, grabbing a camera off it and struggling to hold Ruby at the same time. But she managed to take a picture, with me pulling a faux-horrified face, surrounded by the laughing younger Weasley cousins, and as soon as she'd nodded at her father, Ron shook his head and tried not to laugh, mumbling a spell under his breath and cleaning my face. "Thanks, Mr Weasley," I said, smiling gratefully at him and he nodded at me, his own lips curled into a smile.
Everyone had found it odd how out of the older members of the Weasley family, I'd ended up closer to Rose's father over the past few days. Weird, I know, considering he'd warned Rose against becoming friends with me at the beginning of the year. I was surprised too, but he'd been more like a father to me over the past few days than my father had been in my entire life; he'd checked on me at least three times a day when I'd been in St Mungo's, bringing me things to entertain myself with, providing me with changes of clothes that had originally been some of his old stuff, but then yesterday he'd presented me with a bag of new clothes. I don't know why I'd been so scared of meeting him before.
"PRESENT TIME!"
I turned and saw Dominique, Lucy and Molly Weasley thundering down the stairs, followed by Victoire and Teddy, each of them levitating a sack of presents in front of them. Looking around the room, I saw the rest of the Weasley clan's presents under the tree and flushed guiltily. "Um, sorry… I only bought presents for Rose and Albus," I said apologetically, biting my bottom lip as the rest of the Weasley family crowded in the room once again, all dressed in jeans and their Weasley jumpers. "I didn't know I was going to be here and –"
"Chill, Malfoy," Fred chuckled, pulling my navy blue Weasley jumper with a white S in the middle of it over my head, being careful not to touch the bandage on my head when he was doing so. As I shoved my arms through it, he grinned at me. "We all get it. Plus, we've gotten you presents anyway. We wanted you to experience a true Weasley Christmas. Presents, roast dinner and all."
Looking around at the familiar scene, of everyone gathered in the small room, I couldn't help but smile once again. Everyone in the room wore a thick jumper which had been personally knitted by Molly Weasley; it was like the jumpers joined us together, established the familial bond that tied the Weasleys together.
And being a part of that was the best feeling in the world.
"Come on, Ruby, say it, how I taught you!"
"Sc – sc –"
"Rose, she's never gonna be able to say it. Same way she'll never be able to say Nymphadora or Andromeda. Just shorten it, like Nana Andy."
"Can you say, Scorpy, Ruby?"
"Merlin, don't tell her to call me Scorpy!"
"Scorpius, can we have a word?" Albus' Dad, Harry asked, squeezing my shoulder gently as he stood behind me on the sofa. It was nearing the end of Christmas Day; we'd unwrapped all the presents and played with some of the new things we had, we'd just eaten a massive roast dinner, and now Ruby was sat on my lap, as Rose and the others attempted to teach her to say my name.
"Um, yeah, sure," I said, planting a kiss on the top of Ruby's head before passing her to Rose and standing up and coming into the hallway to talk to Harry, seeing Rose's parents sat waiting on the stairs. "You alright, Scorpius?" Ron said, smiling at me. This smile seemed a bit more forced than the smiles I was used to from him, but I smiled back nonetheless. "Good, thanks, Mr Weasley. Thank you guys for letting me spend Christmas with you all."
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that, Scorpius," he said, chuckling slightly. "Mr Weasley is my Dad, Rose and Albus' Grandpa Arthur. You can just call me Ron. And, the reason we called you out here is because we have something to tell you… about your grandfather." I nodded; shifting nervously and Hermione stepped forward and wrapped a supportive arm around my shoulder, bending down to my eye-level. "It's nothing to worry about, Scorpius. It's just to warn you so you're not surprised when it comes in the papers when you get back to school."
"Lucius is going to be put on trial for the next year," Harry explained, his lips pressed together in a grim line. "It's gonna be an intense case, because of his involvement in the war, but also because he built up a respectable profile in the Ministry even after it. And because of those circumstances, you're welcome to stay at the Burrow and at my house for the next year." I blinked in shock at this new knowledge and Harry sighed, running a hand through his jet-black hair. "Ginny and I will buy another bed to put in Albus' room, we took your trunk and lots from your wardrobe, so if things turn out the way we hope, you may never have to go back to the Manor again.
I felt my lips curl upwards into a massive grin at the news; I could spend as much time as I wanted with my best friends now I was living with them for the next year. Who would've thought the boy I loathed initially upon our arrival to Hogwarts would end up my roommate, both in school and during the holidays? Seeing the look on my face, Harry smiled himself, clearly happy with my reaction. "Thank you, Harry. And Ron and Hermione… I can't say thank you enough for being willing to take me in for the next year."
They all shrugged it off, as if it was no big deal, but I could tell by the sparkle in their eyes that my words meant a lot to all of them. "We are unsure of how you arrived at the Burrow though," Ron said, scrunching up his nose. "Not that we mind, it was clearly for the best, but do you have any recollection of how you got here? Did you get the Knight Bus? Or fly a broom?" I shook my head; it was something I'd been wondering myself, the last thing I remembered was being slammed against the wall by my Grandfather, before waves of unbearable pain washed over my body continuously. Harry pursed his lips and scratched the side of his head thoughtfully. "Maybe he Apparated, in the heat of the moment. Like, got so scared that he just wanted to get away and get to Rose and Albus."
"That wouldn't have been possible," Hermione said, ever the logical member of the Golden Trio, as I'd heard she was; she reminded me so much of Rose in that sense. "Not only is it highly unlikely, because of his age and magical ability, but it wouldn't have been possible due to the weak state he was in when he arrived. There was a loud noise at the door of the Burrow when you arrived, Scorpius, but I have no idea what it was. Maybe you could have Apparated somehow… if your desire to escape your grandfather fuelled it, but we won't really know until the trial, I guess."
And I dismissed the thought from my mind; for a year I was free from the people I'd feared my entire life, the people who were related to me by blood but had no actual attachment to me whatsoever.
I couldn't even explain how good that felt.
"Oh Merlin," Albus said, sat next to me, burying his head in his hands. I nudged him with my elbow and I looked up at me, shaking his head in disbelief. "Victoire's got the wedding book out."
I hadn't even noticed Victoire bring out a large, quilted white book, with a sky-blue ribbon tied around it, holding all the stray pieces of paper I could see popping out of it in place. I'd heard about Victoire's wedding book from all the female cousins, but I hadn't realised how much effort she was putting into organising her wedding, whilst in the most difficult year of her life at school.
At the sight of the quilted book, all the female cousins, Rose and Roxy included, jumped up and ran towards Victoire, sitting around her in a circle. Meanwhile, Fred, James, Louis and Albus groaned, clearly not as impressed. I'd never been to a wedding myself, but I thought Victoire had every right to be excited about her wedding; it was undoubtedly going to be one of the biggest days of a person's life, promising yourself to someone for the rest of your life. It was such a huge concept, I couldn't even imagine being at that stage in my life.
"I'm so excited to hear Rose sing at the wedding though," Fred said, smiling at the sight of his cousin who sat next to Victoire, beaming as she pointed at different flower arrangements in the book. "Ted, what song is Rose singing?" he asked as Teddy stood up in the middle of the crowd of Weasley girls, and made his way over at us.
"I don't just think it's one song, if I'm honest," Teddy said, chuckling as he lowered himself next to him on the sofa, running a hand through his blue hair. "Rose is singing a set, before the Weird Sisters come and perform for the rest of the night, but Merlin knows what song we're having for our first dance. It's gotten to that stage of wedding planning where I just say yes to whatever she says and say that whatever she chooses will make me happy." James pulled a face and shoved him jokingly. "Merlin, Teddy. You're going soft on us. Just don't turn into one of them boring husbands once you've gone and tied the knot with our cousin. We'll still want you for nights out and stuff."
"And I'm beginning to wonder why you're my best man, James," Teddy laughed, pulling a face back at him. "Your best man's supposed to be reminding you about why you want to get married before you've even hit twenty, not reminding him about why he shouldn't." "Are you beginning to regret it?" Louis asked quietly, so none of the girls could hear, and by the look in his eyes I knew he was asking more for Victoire's sake than his own curiosity. "Vic will get if you want to postpone it a few years, Ted. She's been waiting to get married to you since she was about six and you used to play weddings in my garden. Mum's been crying and showing us pictures."
Teddy's brown eyes sparkled, and his hair turned a rosy shade of pink as he looked back at his fiancée. Victoire Weasley may have been one of the most beautiful girls at school, but I knew that wasn't the only reason he loved her. Victoire was his best friend, and always had been from the stories my Grandma Narcissa had told me about her brief encounters with Teddy. "My grandma said something along the same lines," I said, clearing my throat as I spoke up, nodding at the older boy. "About how even at a young age, whenever she came to see you, Victoire was always there with you."
"I forgot you two were related," Albus said honestly, holding up his hands as I rolled my eyes at him. "What? Be honest, had the two of you even spoken properly before these holidays?" I shook my head and looked over to see Teddy doing the same and I felt a pang of sadness. Mum had near enough been disowned when she'd married my father, as he'd originally been engaged to my Aunt Daphne, therefore Teddy was the nearest thing I had to a cousin.
As if he'd read my mind, Teddy cleared his throat, shrugging at me. "Actually, Scorpius, I meant to ask you this yesterday, I just didn't know how, cos we haven't really had a chance to have a proper chat," he said, looking slightly embarrassed as he twiddled his thumbs in his lap. "Would you want to be one of my groomsmen? Like, alongside Al, Fred and Louis?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise and he scrunched his nose up at me. "I know it may seem a bit sudden, considering the fact we barely know one another, but you're the closest I have to a blood-related cousin, and it would mean a lot to me."
I felt my lips curl into a smile and nodded at Teddy, nodding my head. "Yeah, course I'd love to be one of your groomsmen, Teddy," I said, reaching out to bump his knuckle with mine. "Having a relative I actually like would be great."
And thus started my close bond with Teddy Lupin, my turquoise-haired second cousin.
It was odd, how it had taken almost twelve years and a brutal attack from my grandfather to bring me a family.
