Disclaimer: I don't own the universe of Harry Potter or the characters within it. All rights to JKR. I only own the plot and my OCs.
Author's Note: I decided chapter ten was way to long and needed to be split into two. I hope that's okay with everybody! – El x
Scorpius' POV.
Letters to My Brown Eyed Beauty
Chapter Eleven
Scorpius was dressed and ready for a better day on Thursday morning. He was trying to forget the worries of not wanting Albus to find out why he couldn't visit on the holidays. He was desperate to keep the bad moments a secret, to put on a brave face and pretend everything was going to be okay. If he couldn't even convince himself, how could he convinced his best friend?
He walked to Defence Against the Dark Arts with Albus beside him. He just wanted to get through his classes as smoothly as possible. They waited outside of the classroom as the boys one by one showed up beside them.
"So, what do you think we are learning today?"
"The course guide says nonverbal specials, inferiors, Cruciatus Curse and how to attempt to resist the Imperius Curse," Spencer supplied the answer, smoothly, as if he had all the answers. "I was only asking," Bryson grumbled, then mumbled a 'Know-it-all' under his breath.
"Waymire, it appears you were sorted wrong," comes an all too familiar Weasley voice. Scorpius had tried so long to hate her but Rose Weasley's smile never allowed that. Her nose was pointed in the air and yet she still looked like a vision of beauty to Scorpius.
Albus was cowering in shame, pretending not to be related to her.
"Weasley," Spencer drawled, "I'm a Slytherin through and through and I'll prove it," he said curtly. He had a glint in his brown eyes that nobody had seen before. He may be as clever and creative as a Ravenclaw, but he has his dark days. He was not to be messed with, each of the boys had learned that the hard way.
Rose gasped, settling on a glare before turning away.
"I love that her friends are her cousins," Thorssen commented, laughing. Roxanne and Molly pretend not to hear his comment, turning away. "She's unable to get any real ones," Bryson said, laughing. The two boys fist bump, thinking they were both hilarious. Scorpius pretended not to care about what they'd said about Rose. It wasn't his place anyway. It was more Albus'.
The door suddenly swings open and Scorpius' hears a familiar voice say: "You are all welcome to come in now!"
The boys had all gone quiet, unsure what to say to Albus' dad. They shuffled into the classroom.
Professor Potter cleared his throat, attempting to get everybody's attention. Albus looked at his dad but didn't even smile. Everybody was standing in the middle of the classroom with a wardrobe at the end of it.
Scorpius remembers when his father spoke about this class. They were learning about Boggarts today. His dad had been a real right git the day he'd learned about Boggarts. He was surprised that they learned about them in Sixth Year, instead of Third, like his dad had learned it.
"I'm sure you're all wondering about the tables and chairs, all in good time."
The doors opened once more and Tate and Mycale walked in, without a care in the world. It was very like them. They never minded about being late, they came whenever they felt like it.
"Sorry we're late Proff – Mr. Potter?"
Mycale seemed a bit flabbergasted.
"Yes, Mr. Sawyer."
Scorpius' smirked, finding it hilarious.
Tate chuckles, "Someone should've told us we had your class today," he said, shooting an accusing look at Albus. He shrugged in response, as if he forgot too.
Scorpius smirked at Mycale's facial expression.
Professor Potter arranged some chairs for everybody to sit on, so everybody would stop fidgeting with their robes. It was becoming a distraction.
Scorpius sat down beside Bryson, who in return sat beside Spencer. Tray and Mycale weren't far behind and Tate and Albus sat down near them as well.
Lorna Carrow, Arian (air-ee-an) Castwell and Lorca Flint sat behind the boys. The girls were incredibly close and spent a lot of time together.
"Everyone here, no one missing?"
The question was directed at Tate and Mycale, which both refused to meet anyone's eyes.
"Today, as you all may know, we are learning about Boggarts."
Spencer raises an eyebrow, "Aren't we learning about non-verbal spells and the Cruciatus curse?"
Professor Potter shrugged, "I'm not in charge of course subjects just the one I'm teaching this week. I need you all to know how to handle Boggarts. That is all."
"Wow your dad is kind of a dick," Bryson whispered, Albus shrugged in response.
"When I unlock the wardrobe handle, a boggart will come out which is a given. No one knows what shape it is when it is alone but it will take the form of whatever the closest person to it fears the most. When it assumes a form, think of something that is funny, then point your wand at it and say 'Riddikulus'."
Professor Potter looked around at the students, "To make the effect permanent you must laugh."
The students all nodded.
"Okay, everyone together, say 'rih'Di'Kyu'luss'. Let's hear it."
"Riddikulus."
Professor Potter smiled, satisfied. He pointed at Lorna Carrow. "Would you like to go first Miss Carrow?" She nodded and walked over to the wardrobe.
"Can you please repeat after me first: 'rih-Di-Kyu-luss'?"
"Riddikulus," Carrow said smoothly earning a smile from Professor Potter. The wardrobe then unlocked, and the Boggart began mixing around for a little while before it landed on a bird. It had big, angry eyes. It was loud and slightly terrifying.
She screamed, cowering. She kept shaking her head, muttering to herself.
"Say the incantation, Miss Carrow, it's not real."
Carrow nodded, swallowed, "Riddikulus," she muttered. It turned into a stuffed toy and she giggled a little. It wasn't that bad, after all. She took her seat beside Lorca Flint.
Tate stood up next and he shrugged, not caring what it'd be.
It slowly mixed into his father, Mr Westfall.
"I wish you were never born. You're a disgrace to the Westfall name. You Half-blood scum!"
Tate flinched, then said the words: "Riddikulus" and it turned into his father wearing a jester costume. He turned bright red and then disappeared. Tate took a seat once more, ignoring the boys and their teasing.
Mycale stood up next, unsure what his would be. As the boggart mixed around, he became more nervous. Then it became Mycale Sawyer's worst nightmare: A werewolf.
Professor Potter pulled back, alarmed a little. He had never seen someone so terrified of a werewolf before. They were scary but after Harry met Lupin, they weren't that scary.
"Riddikulus," Mycale said, slowly, and the werewolf turned into a puppy dog. He had a wide smile and his tongue was sticking out. It seemed as if he wanted to play ball with Mycale and he couldn't help but laugh. He then took his seat again.
Spencer stood up next and his boggart assumed the shape of a dragon. Spencer's eyes went wide like galleons and stepped back. "Say the incantation," Professor Potter said, reminding Spencer that it was only a boggart.
"Riddikulus!"
The dragon was pint size and on roller skates, unable to blow fire anymore. The Slytherin boys howled with laughter, "Best imagination ever!"
He flushed bright red before sitting down.
"Roxy, you next."
Roxanne smiled, walking towards the Boggart. It shifted into a prank gone wrong.
She frowned before saying the incantation, "Riddikulus."
'Her boggart wasn't very impressive', Scorpius thought to himself, absentmindedly.
Scorpius smirked inwardly when Rose stood up.
"I need you all to laugh," Professor Potter reminded everybody.
The boggart assumed the form of none other than a spider. Professor Potter chuckled, "Just like your dad."
Rose held her hand up shakily before muttering the incantation with one-eye closed; "Riddikulus."
She opened her eyes and the Spider was tap-dancing, she giggled.
'Wow her giggle is so cute… Oh shut up.'
"Good job, Rose."
"Molly?"
Molly walked forward as Rose sat down. The boggart began assuming the appearance of an evil-looking clown. She pointed her wrong almost determined to beat her fear, "Riddikulus!"
She then took her seat again.
Scorpius shuddered, what an evil fear. "Damn she's got some dark imagination," Thorssen said, rolling his eyes, "Very dark for a Gryffin-dork."
"Mr Malfoy?"
Scorpius stood up, fidgeting with the ends of his shirt.
'What is my worst fear?'
He walked slowly up to the boggart and watched nervously as it continued to mix around. It was slow at determining what his worst fear was. He couldn't even work it out. Then it suddenly struck him as if a slap in the face and he stepped back. The minute he thought of his worst fear, the boggart became it.
A beautiful woman with long, flowey brown hair and blue eyes was staring at Scorpius. She was unblinking. Her stance was cold, and her eyes glazed over as if it were ice. She looked as if she couldn't stand the ground Scorpius walked on. She wore horror and disgust well on her Pureblood features.
"Scorpius is that?"
Albus blinked as if he didn't think he was seeing right.
"Scorpius," she shouted. Scorpius raised an eyebrow, "What do you want?"
She walked closer and he walked back a step.
"Is this supposed to be a fear, Malfoy?" Bryson joked, and Scorpius shot him an uneasy smile. Albus began frowning, "Why are you moving? Just say the incantation! A boggart can't hurt you!"
Scorpius stared his mother dead in the eyes, as if challenging her to do it out in the open. She then raised her wand which surprised Scorpius. She had never raised her wand at him before. Probably why it was his worst fear.
'Please don't do what you're about to do.'
"Scorpius?"
Everybody's words were lost on Scorpius as his mother shouted 'Crucio'. The entire room began to seem fuzzy and blurry to him.
He heard a faint "Riddikulus" and half knew he'd failed at the boggarts lesson. He saw a mix of messy jet-black hair and green eyes before he lost his sight completely.
Scorpius fluttered open his eyes, groaning as he tried to move his head.
"Good to see you awake, Malfoy," Tate smirked down at his roommate.
"Yeah, thought we'd lost you there for a moment, mate," Mycale grinned down at him.
"What happened?"
Spencer was seated beside the bed. "Your boggart is," he started, uncomfortably and then began shuffling in the chair.
"My mother," Scorpius said, finishing his sentence.
Spencer bit his lip, unsure what to say before continued. "She was throwing an unforgivable and as she did that, you blacked out."
"I didn't even know a boggart could throw a spell let alone actually hit the person with it," Tray interjected. "I never knew a boggart could assume the form of someone doing that at all," an appalled voice of Bryson Goyle said, shuddering. Spencer shrugged, "A boggart assumes the form of whatever the person fears the most and if that's what a person fears the most… Fearing a person in their life shooting an unforgiveable at them…then I suppose it could be possible. It seems logical," Spencer supplied the boys with an explanation. He didn't even seem sure that his logic was even right this time. He was hardly ever wrong when it came to knowledge about spells and creatures in the Magical world.
"I'm with Waymire on that, it seems possible if that's what the person fears…but I never expected something that…Horrifying," Tray said, eyes wide. "Your mother wouldn't do something like that. Not only is it illegal, but…" He trailed off, unsure about what he was even saying before frowning. "If you are afraid of her, why are you afraid of something that terrible?"
"If that's his fear, then that's his fear," Albus said, looking at his best friend. He hadn't spoken a word the entire time. Scorpius looked down at the bed, words escaping his mind all together.
"Your mother isn't even an ex-Death Eater."
"Death Eater or not, a lot of people have cast that before," Scorpius mumbled, replying to Mycale. "Tray is right," Spencer suddenly spoke up again. "There is more to this than meets the eye. So, spill, Malfoy."
Scorpius sighed, he knew it was time to trust his friends and let them know his darkest secret.
"The thing is," he said, clearing his throat. He was finding it hard to even say the words aloud. "She doesn't have anything left to do to me but that," he said, quietly. Everybody's eyes darted to Scorpius, like he'd just said something that didn't make sense at all. The boys were all gapping at Scorpius, trying to make out if what they'd heard is correct.
"What did you just say?"
Trayton was the first one to speak up. He had known Scorpius his whole life. Draco was his godfather, and his father was Scorpius' godfather. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were inseparable. They spent a lot of time together and if something awful was going on, surely Blaise knew about it?
"Your dad doesn't know, does he?" Tray said, realising why this was new information even to himself.
"No," Scorpius said, "And I don't want him to. I know somewhere deep down he loves my mother and I could never do that to him."
"Your parents fight like there's no tomorrow and if he knew about that, you know he'd protect you."
"I know, Tray, but it's better as a secret. I'm sorry I didn't trust any of you with it, not even you Albus and I know that it probably hurts that I've kept it a secret for this long. I just never expected anybody to figure it out, you know?"
"We understand, Malfoy, but you can't hide your secrets forever," Mycale said, "You're not going home for Christmas, you know that, right?"
"He'll stay with us," Albus said, nodding to himself.
Scorpius knew they were all trying to help but he loved going home for Christmas but only because his father was waiting there for him.
"It's been a secret for my whole life," Scorpius said, "I'm not ready for everybody to know yet. It'll bring shame on the Malfoy name again. I'll be fine, nobody needs to smother me."
Scorpius sighed, "She has nothing left to do to me that she hasn't already done. She knows if she goes too far, my father will find out. She is smarter than she looks. I'll give her that."