Hi all, its Scorpius's turn. I'm actually going to spin this off and do a whole Rose/ Scorpius story. They're an infectious pairing. But I wont start that until I finish Rose and Albus's chapters. Thanks and enjoy! He's quite the angsty eleven year old.

Scorpius Malfoy followed his father's gaze to a large family across the platform who he immediately recognized to be the Potters and Weasleys. They were the most famous wizards in the world, but he had never seen them in person before, and he was somewhat fascinated. His father didn't talk about his experiences with Harry Potter often, except a stray remark here or there about the ridiculous inflation of media attention over something so trivial as where he purchases socks, or a grumble about how he's not as great everyone seems to think. Scorpius's mother had mentioned to him once that Draco didn't like to think about those times because of what his family had done during his school years. And what he had done.

Scorpius's father had dedicated his life, post-Hogwarts, to clearing himself of the Malfoy's shady past. He had distanced himself from his father, who had spent the rest of his life ruined and isolated, and had abandoned the wealth of his childhood for a modest living and a Ministry job. Of course, he gained all his inheritance back after three years, when his father died. Granted, he had married a pureblood (he hadn't changed that much) but it was someone he truly loved, not to mention, she worked in the same department Hermione Granger would eventually work in, securing rights for muggle-borns. Her step-father was muggle-born, and she had grown up with a much higher exposure to Muggle things, so she brought to the Malfoy family a much more open view of the world. After Scorpius had received his Hogwarts letter, Draco had sat him down and given him a long lecture on how he was going to behave himself at Hogwarts. He was to be cordial and respectful to everyone, regardless of House or blood status. The Malfoys had spent years establishing their reputation and Scorpius was expected to continue to uphold the family honor. Draco had squatted down to eye-level to tell Scorpius that he knew he would be a great heir and never doubted his competence nor his ability to protect the family.

Draco wasn't the most affectionate father in the world, but he always found time to talk to or play with his son. Scorpius had never doubted that his father loved him, despite the fact that he rarely ever said it. And even though he loved and even adored his father, he was aware that all his hard work hadn't fully cleared the Malfoy name, and that kids at school would judge him based on the actions of his father and grandfather. This was the main reason behind his dread of going to school. He had rarely interacted with other children and when he did come across other kids from their world, they either knew who he was and avoided him, or their mothers recognized him and politely, but hastily rushed their precious babies away from the dangerous Malfoy boy.

Scorpius wished he could just remain at home. He was certain anything he was required to learn at that school his mother could teach better. But he knew it was required of him to go, and he wasn't about to tell his parents of his insecurities.

The whistle blew. It was time to go. His father gave him a pat on the shoulder, smiled and told him to write frequently and watch out for Peeves. His mother hugged him and kissed him and was embarrassingly affectionate, her clear, blue eyes swimming with tears.

"Mum, stop. It's gonna be great and I'll write everyday," he said, gesturing to his owl, Hercules.

She tucked a strand of her long, perfect, dark hair behind her ear and waved him off.

Scorpius prepared to tackle his first hurdle: finding someone to sit with. He figured he would just find Harrison, who's parents were good friends with Scorpius's own. He wasn't the most loveable kid, but he would rather have the somewhat rowdy and uncivilized Harrison than an empty compartment.

As he shuffled through the corridor on the train, awkwardly peering into compartments, looking for Harrison, he came across two girls who seemed to be picking on a third girl. Scorpius recognized her as one of the Weasley kids, Ron and Hermione Weasley's daughter, perhaps? He was pretty sure, it was. The other two were older, second or third years probably, because by the looks of their ties, they had been sorted already.

"For someone with very famous parents, you don't look too well off. Don't you think, Marjorie?" one of the girls said, flicking her hair.

"No, you really don't, dear. You're hair could use a few thinning potions and your clothes look so," she sighed, "Muggle-y." Marjorie said this with great concern, as if she felt sorry for the Weasley girl.

"My clothes are 'Muggle-y'. You're supposed to-"

"We can sort you out, I suppose," the first girl said. "You're in desperate need of a makeover. People at Hogwarts will be expecting you to be more…well more."

Merlin, I hate people like this. They're jealous of her and are trying to elevate their social standing by degrading her and offering her wardrobe advice? I hope the Weasley girl has sense enough to chuck 'em. But the girl just stood there, looking irritated and insulted, but not moving. I have to do everything.

"As far as I can tell," he said, striding forward, "the only thing in need of a makeover is your bloody attitudes. I know you're jealous, but please restrain yourselves from being condescending towards a defenseless first year."

They turned and sneered. "And this is coming from a Malfoy? Your family wrote the book on condescending."

Damn my recognizable appearance. Stupid, signature Malfoy hair.

"Right we did, so you won't mind if I tell you to run along now?" Scorpius said in his best patronizing tone. "Maybe to some hideous eye-makeup convention?"

The girls grumbled something nasty, but turned and stalked away. Scorpius, pleased, faced the Weasley kid, who looked absolutely shocked.

"Hi," he said awkwardly.

"Thank you for that!" she said, her eyes still wide.

"Why do you look so surprised?" Scorpius asked.

"Well, you know. You're the last person I would expect to come to my rescue." Scorpius immediately felt the sting of disappointment. Oh the old familiar reaction. I'd hoped Weasley might... get it. But no, I should know she'd be the last one to undertand.

She was still talking. "I mean, Draco Malfoy's son? I'm just shocked that-"

"That what? I'm an actual human being who doesn't relish in the suffering of others?" he said sourly.
"I only meant that…I mean my parents have talked about your dad before, and no offense, but he sounded like a bit of a bully."

"A bully? He was a bloody Death Eater," Scorius said with a bitter laugh. "But he's not like that now. In fact, even then he… wait, why am I even explaining this to you?" he said. The bushy haired girl seemed to be moving from nervous discomfort to anger, but he was getting pissed, so he didn't care. Haven't even got to Hogwarts yet and I'm already making enemies. Dad won't be pleased. But I'm defending his bloody honor here!

"You of all people should know that kids don't equal their parents. I am not my father. I thought the daughter of two very famous wizards might get that." He almost turned to leave but instead said, "But I suppose you enjoy all the attention? Do people say you've got your mother's brains and your father's courage? Well let me remind you that you aren't your parents either."

He sure hoped that she was Ron and Hermione's daughter rather than some other random Wealsey, or that would be embarrassing.

"Hey, just because I'm surprised that the spawn of Draco Malfoy- former Death Eater- helped me -a half-blood and a Weasley- doesn't mean I need you lecturing me! I know I'm not my parents, and I would have accepted that you weren't yours, until you went off like that! You only proved that you are a jerk not to mention an over reactor! I barely said one thing to you and you-"

"Weasley, I couldn't care less what you think of me. In the future I'll know not to associate with your kind-"

"My kind? What do you think we-"

"Not because you're Weasleys, or half-bloods or whatever, but because you're arrogant-"
"Oh I'm arrogant?"

"Presumptuous, judgmental-"

"You talk about judging people based on their family, and here you are judging my family based on your own impression of me! You hypocrite!" she said, poking him on the chest.

He sneered, and with his best Malfoy glare, shoved her hand away. He turned to dramatically huff away, but found himself face-to-face with what looked like Harry frickin' Potter himself. Potter's son looked half-concerned and half-bemused as he shot a confused look at his cousin. Scorpius kept moving past him, just wishing to get out of here now.

"Rose, was that the Malfoy kid? You're picking fights already, schools not even started yet!" Potter laughed.

Rose. He scoffed, about to make a joke to himself about thorns, but decided against the lame cheesiness.

"Oi, Scorpius! There you are!" Scorpius heard Harrison before he saw him, bounding towards him like a great big gorilla. He rolled his eyes. At least I wont be required to actually think for the rest of the journey. Thanks, Harrison.

"Maddock, Bradley!" the Professor cried.

Scorpius was bored. The Sorting took an awful long time. He felt as if he had already examined the Great Hall and all its inhabitants and they were only on M's.

"Malfoy, Scorpius," the Professor glanced up, looking intrigued. He heard a few mumblings and whispers, but brushed them off put on the Hat, not knowing what to expect.

"Ah, hello Scorpius." The Hat said. He also seemed intrigued.

"Oh I am intrigued, young one. How can I not be? Considering your family history and your rather interesting head."
Whats interesting about my head?

"Because it isn't meant for Slytherin. Sure you have ambition, but mostly you don't care, am I right?"

…Pretty much.

"Then why are you here?"

To learn. To do my best. I'm done caring what other people expect or think. I'm just going to focus on moving past it.

"Mm, yes, you're Slytherin qualities are overshadowed by what is simply a very naturally intelligent mind. I think you'd be very comfortable in RAVENCLAW!" the Hat exclaimed.

Ravenclaw? Ravenclaw. He was trying to remember what that even was. His mother had been in Ravenclaw. His father would be disappointed, but Scorpius felt something strange. Contentment? I think this might be perfect.

He slowly walked to his table, where other Ravenclaws were reluctantly waiting to greet him. The entire Hall seemed a bit shocked, seeing as he was the first Malfoy in generations to be sorted outside Slytherin. He sat down at the table, next to a girl with black hair who seemed to be contemplating how to address him.

"Hi," she said, confidently. But Scorpius could see the nervousness in her eyes.

"Hey," he said, smiling for the first time in the past couple of hours.

"Welcome to Ravenclaw," she said, visibly relaxing. Scorpius wondered if a simple "hi" would change anyone's immediate opinion about him. I said hi to Rose Weasley.

Speaking of Weasley, the Potter kid was up on the stool now, looking close to passing out.

There's a bit more that happens here between the Potter/Weasleys and Scorpius, but I think I'll save that for the next chapter.