Four year old Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy lay in bed, hating Beatrix Bloxam with all his heart. His mother, Astoria Malfoy, was reading a selection from the most vile book ever: The Toadstool Tales.
His mother kept reading. "Then the little golden pot danced with delight- hoppitty hoppitty hop! - on it's tiny rosy toes! Wee Willykins had cured all the dollies of their poorly tum-tums, and the little pot was so happy that it filled up with sweeties for Wee Willykins and the dollies! "But don't forget to brush your teethy-pegs!" cried the pot. And Wee Willykins kissed and huggled the hoppitty pot and promised to always help the dollies and never be an old grumpy wumpkins again."
Scorpius immediately started retching. A fury rose up inside him. Surely his mum couldn't be serious? His mum was smart, no doubt, yet she thought he would enjoy this? That sick and twisted cute version of "The Hopping Pot" was surely not being printed anymore! He retched, and retched, and vomited on the floor beside him. He then silently begged his mother to burn the book.
As she vanished the vomit, she looked scandalized. "No! This book is so cute!" She cried.
He was furious. Four years old, and he had a tantrum on the way. Except, not a tantrum, but a fire. His mother left the room, and when she left, he wanted to rip the book, consign it to his fire, and just destroy it using whatever means. He found almost immediately after, that it wasn't necessary.
The book started levitating , floating towards the center of the room. It then ripped itself, with Scorpius catching small words written on the tearing pages like- The Wormy, Goody good luck, Furry bunny rabbit, Laughing , King's fool, and Wee Knight.
It started burning, and Scorpius, watched with glee as that dreadful book no longer made him ill. He retched a little. He liked the Tales of Beedle the Bard the way they were, thank you very much.
A/N: I really liked this chapter. I wanted to do a similar situation with Roxanne, but I realized that Angelina Johnson is not the type of person to read that to her children, and even if she was, George would make sure she didn't. I don't own the words in bold, (except for the words after A/N:) those belong to J.K Rowling.
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Until next Chapter!