(I do not own any of the characters, I am borrowing them. Any instances in the story that relate to J.K Rowling's books on the tri-wizard tournament or related to any Harry Potter series in general are not owned by me and simply borrowed for fun.)

Chapter 11: Malfoy

The next day was just like any other day at Hogwarts for most students, but for Scorpius and Rose who had secrets up their sleeves, and witnessed what had happened in that eerie forest the day of task two, they were still trying to swallow a mouth full.

Scorpius especially had many thoughts going through his mind, as he watched Rose place specific ingredients into their cauldron for potions class, and got 10 points for Gryffindor, he wondered if it was something she learned from Severus Snape's book.

He felt especially uncomfortable in 'Care for Magical Creatures' class. He couldn't help notice Professor Cormus disregard anything Scorpius said, and give him a nasty eye whenever he laid his eyes on him; which was almost never.

"I swear, he has it out for me now." Scorpius said, plodding up the hill towards the entrance of Hogwarts. "Did you see the way he looked at me?"

"Of course, the feeling even lingered towards me. I'm sure he's just… curious." Rose said hastily.

"Curious of what?"

"He might think you performed the spell that day."

"So what if I did?" Scorpius wondered angrily.

"I suppose, so what if you did?" Rose questioned.

Scorpius and Rose walked towards the Clock-tower Courtyard and saw Albus sitting on a bench with Amabel Longbottom.

Amabel was wearing her school uniform, a long light grey skirt that reached her ankles, a pale white dress shirt and a light grey vest. Her long blonde curls were half up with a Ravenclaw inspired bow pinned in the back. She was stuffing what looked to be a chocolate frog in Albus' face, who reluctantly accepted the treat with great embarrassment.

"Do you two have to do that in public?" Rose said obnoxiously.

Albus' face instantly turned a light shade of rose pink, and quickly swallowed his treat.

"Shut it Rose." Albus said, standing up walking towards Scorpius. "I've been meaning to ask," Albus whispered, "You have to tell me all about the second task."

"Where do I begin mate?" Just as Scorpius began his story about the Harpy's, another voice overpowered his.

"Did ya lose, Scorpius?" A tall, blonde boy yelled in a malevolent tone. "Rose, did you hurt your wrist? Looks painful."

Scorpius turned, and saw Christopher walking towards them with a fellow Gryffindor boy, and two other girls who looked more occupied with staring at his face, than the current situation.

"You would know." Rose said trying to remain calm, and pulling the sleeve of her Gryffindor robe down.

"No idea what you're talking about." Christopher crossed his arms, his eyes shining a baleful glow as they looked deep into Rose's.

"You nearly killed her you half-wit. Those are marks from your ropes." Scorpius had his hand clenched to his side, resisting pulling his wand on him.

"If you didn't have a git for a girlfriend, maybe she wouldn't get herself into trouble?" Christopher and the boy beside him laughed, taking his eyes off Scorpius, which only seconds later regretted that decision.

An uncontrollable feeling seeped through Scorpius' veins. His arm shot up and his fist met Christopher's nose. The Gryffindor boy fell back, holding his face as blood spilled between his fingers.

"You're barking mate! That was bloody brilliant!" Albus said with intense satisfaction.

Suddenly a slender younger man approached behind Scorpius, placing his hand by his neck, squeezing and tensing the muscles in his shoulder. Scorpius turned around with a large smile that had immediately ran from his face. Professor Cormus looked down at Scorpius, with a ferocious grin and walked up to Christopher.

"Episkey." Professor Cormus pointed his wand at Christopher nose, and with a gruff voice, repaired the broken bone. He reached into his robe, grabbing a single light blue tissue and throwing it at Christopher.

"Hospital wing. Now." He gestured with his wand as Christopher and the others ran off. "You. Scorpius, come with me."

Scorpius gave one last look at Rose and Albus before he walked with noodle legs to Professor Cormus' office.

Upon entering, he was told to sit and placed himself on a rather uncomfortable wooden chair that faced a large dark wood desk. The room around him was filled with books and built in shelves along the walls. The books were organizing themselves, and they lined up from the floor to the ceiling. It was almost like a personal library in this single room.

"15 points from Slytherin." Professor Cormus said before he sat himself in his rather large, red chair behind his desk.

"But sir, he started it!" Scorpius cried without thinking.

"I suppose he threw the first punch?"

"Well… no but he was provoking…"

"15 points."

"Sir!" Scorpius melted in his chair.

"What am I to do with you? I could punish Slytherin for your insufferable actions… or…" Professor Cormus learned over his desk with his hands clasped. "I could expel you."

Scorpius' eyes widened and his mouth dropped. "Expel me sir? I haven't done anything!"

"Settle down."

Scorpius stood up in his chair, "Christopher tricked Rose into the Forbidden Forest, and he nearly killed her!"

"15 points and if you do not sit down I'll mark off more." His eye glittered at the thought.

Scorpius sat down, with great disappointment.

"Your kind are used to getting what you want- but not this time." Professor Cormus turned around and shuffled through a chest drawer, when suddenly the door barged open.

"Professor Cormus, what is the meaning of this?" Professor McGonagall asked concerned.

He closed his chest drawer and quickly turned around. "Headmaster. I caught Scorpius harassing Christopher in the courtyard today, inflicting injury."

"Is this true Scorpius?" Professor McGonagall glanced quickly at Scorpius.

"Christopher poisoned Rose into the Forbidden Forest, Professor. He started it!"

"Lies!" Professor Cormus interjected loudly. "Admit it. You are the one who performed the curse. You are learning Dark Magic under our noses. Sounds like someone you knew, McGonagall? He is a Malfoy after all."

Scorpius raised both his eyebrows, he couldn't believe he had just said that. Was he implying Voldemort?

"Careful Lester. You surely cannot be assuming his actions are due to his family background?" Professor McGonagall opened the door, and stepped aside with her arm stretched out. "Go back to your dormitory, Scorpius. We shall discuss this later."

Scorpius quickly got out of his seat and ran from that office and into the Slytherin common room.

Albus was laying on a couch next to a burning fireplace. One hand was supporting his drowsy head, the other was holding a blank piece of parchment paper he received from his father months ago.

Scorpius stood in front of Albus, shaking him awake. He was startled waking up to the look of Scorpius just inches from him.

"Watch it, you almost hit me. What is it you're holding? Homework you haven't gotten to?" Scorpius took a seat on the table in front of Albus.

"What? Nothing." Albus tucked his blank parchment paper in his robe, and continued to ask; "What happened with Professor Cormus?"

Scorpius explained Professor Cormus' outbursts, and his confusion when he tried to imply Scorpius would be the next Voldemort. After sitting in silence he trailed on about how he had gotten 45 points taken away from Slytherin.

"You? The next Voldemort? Is he mad?" Albus questioned with a light laugh.

"He said 'your kind'. What do you suppose he meant?" Scorpius and Albus looked at each other, pondering for quite some time.

The next morning, Scorpius woke up to Oria's screeching on the windowsill. He slowly got out of bed, and took the letter out of her mouth. He pet her long brownish feathers before she set off, out of the window.

The letter was a dark green letter sealed with a gold stamp from the Ministry. He ripped open the letter and slipped the parchment out.

"- Scorpius,

I would like you to meet me this afternoon at 'The Leaky Cauldron' to discuss matters at Hogwarts.

Your Father."

Scorpius' eyes fluttered the parchment till suddenly the bottom caught flames and turned into ash that blew out the window in seconds.

Scorpius slipped on a pair of dark blue jeans and a light black jacket then set off for the Great Hall to eat before heading to Diagon Alley.

Scorpius arrived at Diagon Alley by floo powder from the fire place in the Slytherin common room. Remarkably he wasn't covered in soot, yet brushed off the little rubble that was left on his jeans. Around him was a rather small sized room comforted with arm chairs and a small table with magazines on '100 Ways to Cook Hog in Your Cauldron,' and 'Which Witch Will He Pick?'

Ahead of him was a small wooden door he had eventually opened and was welcomed by a large plume of smoke that smelled bitter from an old wizard's pipe who sat hunched over at the bar.

"Scorpius."

He turned around and saw his father, sitting alone by a table beside a large darkened window.

"Father." Scorpius walked through the area of smoke and gave his father a hug before sitting at the chair across from him.

"What can I get you two dears?" A rather thin elder woman asked with her notepad flying in midair underneath a levitating pen.

"Brandy. One. Scorpius?"

"Uhm… Whatever's on the house?" Scorpius asked.

The pen started jotting down their orders, "Leaky House Soup…" The woman told Scorpius. Once her pen finalized their order she asked, "13 sickles sir."

Draco Malfoy pulled out a large pouch of jingling money and handed her 1 Galleon. "Keep it."

The woman bowed to the two, and walked off towards the kitchen.

"How are your studies going, Scorpius?"

Scorpius was always good at school, he enjoyed reading and learning probably even more than Rose had. Yet this year it was hard for him to focus on his studies due to the Tri-Wizard Tournament. "Challenging, but not bad." Scorpius gulped as the woman walked over and handed them their food and drinks.

Draco took a large sip of his brandy and took a long look at Scorpius. "So you've punched someone?"

Scorpius picked up his spoon and started swirling it around the thick brown soup, nervously.

"That's completely out of your character, son."

"He made me, dad. He was saying nasty things to Rose."

Draco placed his hand around Scorpius' arm, and returned a warm smile. He was confused at the look of his father.

"We raised you to be a good man, Scorpius. To be the better man than I once was. You remind me of someone who really cared for his friends, and I am not mad at that. I am proud of you Scorpius. This doesn't mean I want you to go round' and make every mad wizard bleed…" Draco laughed and took a final sip of his Brandy. "Keep your friends close Scorpius."

"Father…" Scorpius took a small spoonful of his soup and asked nervously, "Do you know Professor Cormus?"

"Your new teacher?"

"Yes. He said… 'Your kind are used to getting what you want'… What does he mean by that?" Scorpius asked slowly.

There was a long pause between the two of them, and eye contact couldn't be maintained. The heavy steam from the soup fogged between them and an odd spicy smell filled the air.

"You know how people are with Slytherin's son. He was probably upset you punched a fellow Gryffindor." Draco stood up quickly, shaking the table and held out a small pouch. "Do some shopping while you're here. I have business to attend, send an owl."

Quickly his father swirled in colors of green black and grey and disappeared into the air. Scorpius opened the pouch and looked into the small black hole that contained large amounts of Galleons. He stuffed the money into his pocket and set out for Diagon Alley.

Scorpius walked down Diagon Alley; loads of witches and wizard walked hastily behind him and in front of him. Holding large amounts of shopping bags or chatting with their friends. The alley was quite small, so Scorpius had to squeeze through the large amount of people. Along the sides were shops after shops, candy shops, clothing shops, potion shops.

Large windows advertised each shops' products. At the 'Broomstix Shop' there was a broomstick on display, a waxy coat on the handle and the perfectly groomed bristled held by a metal ring. Beside that was 'Florean Fortescue's Ice-cream Parlor'; a young couple sat behind the window eating a massive sundae, while trying to catch the escaping cherries that tried to jump off the ice-cream.

At the end of the alley was Gringotts Wizarding Bank, a famous and high security bank witches and wizard trust to put their savings in.

Scorpius went inside Eeylops Owl Emporium and bought treats he thought Oria would enjoy, along with a small Owl scarf.

He traveled to many book stores and bought more books than he could carry. He carried a large book called, 'Defense Against Dragons', and a small book with a leather buckle called, 'Riding Magical Creatures.' He also bought a small handbook as a joke for Rose which named, 'In Trouble and How to Get Out.'

Once Scorpius arrived back at Hogwarts, he quickly ran with his books leaning to the side, to his dormitory to place the items down. He flung the green and black scarf over Oria, who disliked wearing such a warm article when it was too warm outside.

Scorpius' father's voice kept trotting through his mind that night. Could Professor Cormus just hate him because he was a Slytherin? It almost made sense to Scorpius, given the history of Slytherin's; yet he mentioned his last name, 'Malfoy'. What did being a Malfoy have to do with anything?