Okay, so this is the long awaited chapter! I hope you guys like it. In case you didn't guess, I had Daphne marry Zacharias Smith because I don't like him and neither of them have a canon match. Also, I'm going to do something strictly not canon in this chapter because I saw something on tumblr that actually made me tear up, so yeah, I'm going to go through with this anyway despite what JK Rowling has said on the subject. I'll explain more at the end of the chapter.

Chapter 13: Differences of Blood

"Look! Look!" Al yelled out excitedly as he stared out the window, completely blocking the view from anyone else with his tangle of messy black hair and overly excited hands.

Scorpius grinned and shook his head at his friend, his best friend. He still, even after a full term with Al at his side, found it quite incredible that a Potter had turned out to be his best friend. He remembered quite clearly when his father had sat him down to tell him about his past relations with the Potter-Weasley family and how it would be best if he stayed as far away from them as possible. It turned out, however, that that family was incredibly hard to knock off once one of them has clasped onto you. He didn't really care too much anymore though. Al had helped him through the worst of the bullying this term, and so Scorpius had decided that whatever had been between Al's dad, Al's Uncle Ron, and his father was ancient history in his opinion.

"We can't bloody well look at anything with you taking up the entire window, Al." Said the girl sitting across from Scorpius. She was Rose Weasley and had recently taken to hanging out with Al whenever she could, which drove Scorpius up the wall. If any of the history that his father had talked about had lasted, it was in this girl. She was absolutely horrible to him, and, after awhile, he had begun to be horrible back to her. He knew his father would not have approved of his behavior in front of this particular Weasley, but what his father didn't know wouldn't hurt him. The only thing that made him feel bad about his actions was that Al was caught in the crossfire between his favorite cousin and his best friend, and he had recently taken to the silent treatment on both of them when his and Rose's spats got really nasty.

This wasn't something that he found he enjoyed at all, either. For whenever Al stopped talking to him, the other students would notice almost immediately and begin their bullying where they left off until such time as when Al would break his silence to protect him, because Scorpius never apologized. He would apologize to Al, yes, but Al was determined that he would only talk to Scorpius and Rose again when they apologized to each other, and that was something neither of them were willing to do, even if that would stop the bullying. Scorpius would take the harsh words and curses from others over showing weakness in front of Rose Weasley any day.

Al looked back at Rose and grinned, completely unaffected by her words even though Scorpius found them harsh. Though, he guessed, they were family, after all. Family tended to do things like that, he had noticed. Al had family everywhere and most of them enjoyed picking on each other to pass the time with barely any of them taking it seriously. It was a weird way to show affection, though he supposed it might be better than the way his family showed it, which wasn't at all. His family was discreet and kept personal affairs, well, personal. Affection was a thing that was interpreted through carefully worded sentences and movements of the eyes; it was not so openly displayed as to ruffle one's head in the hallway or yell out that one was a tosser and get a similar insult in return. However, that was what Al's family did and Scorpius had come to learn that he was going to have to get used to those kinds of exchanges if he was going to stay friends with Al.

The door opened and in filed James Potter and Fred Weasley, both of which, Scorpius had found out, were named after people that were now dead, which was another trait that many of the Potter-Weasleys seemed to share. "So you noticed then? We're almost there, so you lot better get moving." James said, smirking down at the mess they had made of their compartment over the past few hours. "Come on, Fred. Let's go see if Preston was telling the truth about that weird plant." Then they were gone again and the three of them glanced at each other for a moment before bursting into action to get the compartment clear of trash and their belongings back into their trunks.

As soon as they had finished stuffing Rose's cat back into his cage, they felt a jolt underneath their feet that meant that the train had stopped. They were finally back at Platform 9 ¾. Scorpius grabbed his trunk with his right hand and his owl's cage with his left, and then he followed Al and Rose out of the compartment and off of the train. They all walked together for a little while, but then Rose obviously saw her family because she hugged Al tightly before speeding off in a different direction. He watched her go and noticed a boy about two or three years younger than him run up to her and hug her. He was followed by a man with hair as red as Rose's and a woman that had Rose's bushy locks. Strangely, the woman, though hugging her daughter, was actually looking over at him. Scorpius blushed when he noticed this and turned his head away.

"Al, over here!" Came a high-pitched female voice from in front of them and slightly to the left. Scorpius's eyes followed the voice to find a girl about the same age as the boy that had hugged Rose jumping up and down and waving her arms this way and that.

"Come on, Scorp," Al laughed and immediately started rushing towards the girl. Scorpius followed, now wishing that he had left his cauldron at the castle because it was incredibly heavy and he found that it was becoming rather difficult to keep up with his friend's light steps.

Eventually, Al stopped and Scorpius caught up with him. When he looked up from catching his breath, he immediately swallowed in fear. He was standing in front of Harry Potter. The man he had grown up hearing about for what he had done all those years ago. This man saved his father's life back in the war. This man had saved everyone. He suddenly found that even though this man was literally the adult version of his best friend, he was very intimidated by being in his very presence. His father had warned him over and over again about how to act around this man if he ever came into contact with him, but for some reason, he couldn't remember any of the rules now that he was actually in front of him.

But then Al did what he was best at and saved him. "Dad, Lily, this is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorp's my best friend, so you have to be nice to him, alright?" He stated, crossing his arms and looking back and forth between his father and his sister.

Grinning, Lily sidestepped Al and planted herself right in front of Scorpius with her hands on her hips. "I'm Al's sister. My name is Lily Luna Potter, and you're gonna be my friend." She stated fiercely and waited until he nodded shakily before bursting out into a fit of giggles Scorpius found rather alarming. Al had practically stalked him for a month before Scorpius had agreed to be friends with him, but even he had been more subtle than his sister. She just went outright and demanded his friendship like it was something she expected everyone to automatically give her. Though, he supposed, she was related to James Potter, who, in fact, turned up just at that moment covered in some sort of stinking black ink that made Scorpius and Al draw away from him on instinct.

"James, what happened to you?" Mr. Potter asked, staring at his son with eyes that suggested he wasn't all too surprised with James's appearance.

"Mimbus mimble-something. I don't know. It was awful. Preston said that it spat ink at you if you stabbed it with something, but I wasn't expecting it to do that much damage. Ugh! Can you fix it?" James explained, trying to wipe some of the ink off of his upper lip but only resulting in it spreading even more across his face.

Mr. Potter shook his head and said, "Yes, but only because I don't want you getting stinksap all over the car." He then took out his wand, gave it a flick, and James was suddenly free of every last trace of the ink except for a large spot on his nose.

"Thanks Dad," James said, grinning, and Scorpius had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing because the older boy had not noticed the spot Mr. Potter had missed. As soon as James started walking towards the barrier, Mr. Potter looked back and winked at him, making Scorpius feel a lot better about spending this much time with the older man, not to mention the rest of his family.

One crazy car ride later, the Potters and Scorpius piled out of Mr. Potter's car, whose trunk had been magically extended in order to fit all of their school things. After Scorpius helped pull Al's trunk out of the back, he stood back and looked around the area. It was nothing like he had ever seen before. He had never seen anything of London besides the train station and Diagon Alley but even he could tell that they were still in the noisy city, albeit in a shadier part than he was used to. The street they were on had one run-down bus-stop and several old-looking houses that seemed as if they were plastered together. There wasn't even a single blade of grass in sight.

He assumed that perhaps Mr. Potter had either gotten lost or this whole area was under some sort of spell to look different at first glance, but as they approached the creaky buildings, nothing changed and the Potters continued walking steadily as if they were very familiar with their dreary surroundings. They stopped in front of number eleven and Scorpius was surprised to find that when he looked to the right, the next building was numbered thirteen. Had there been a mistake when they numbered the buildings? He looked over to Al for some explanation, but his friend was busy frowning at Mr. Potter who was writing on a piece of parchment.

After another moment, Mr. Potter stepped over to Scorpius and knelt down next to him. "Scorpius, I am going to ask you to do something for me, okay?" Scorpius nodded, his eyes wide with fear. Was there some sort of test to get into the house? What if he didn't pass it? Would he have to sleep on the streets until Boxing Day? "Okay, I need you to read what I have written here and concentrate on the words. Can you do that?"

That did not sound at all hard; at least, it sounded a lot easier than some of the tests his overactive imagination had started to come up with. He took the parchment in his hands and read the words The Potter Home can be found at 12 Grimmauld Place, London in a slanted, untidy handwriting. He frowned immediately because he had just looked at the numbers on the houses a moment ago and there was no such thing as a number twelve here. There had been a mistake. Unless...Scorpius looked up and was shocked to see a house appearing in between the two buildings in front of him. It seemed to be pushing the other two houses out of the way but for some reason if you looked at it from a different angle, the houses looked no further away than they were before, on either side.

Scorpius's jaw dropped at the drastic difference this house had to the ones on either side of it. For one, it did not look like it was falling apart. The outside had had a fresh coat of black paint and he supposed that the roof had been replaced some time in the last few years because all of the tiles were firmly in place whereas the other roofs had tarps covering some holes and several tiles seemed to have fallen off. In each of the windows was a different glowing decoration ranging from a Gryffindor lion to what he recognized as the Holyhead Harpies' insignia. To top it off, the front door was a polished, dark oak with a fresh Christmas wreath attached to the upper middle of it.

"Welcome to Grimmauld Place, Scorpius," Mr. Potter smiled as he took the piece of parchment back and torched it with a flick of his wand.

Mr. Potter went up the steps to the house first and unlocked the door before stepping back to allow his children and Scorpius to pass into the house before him. He shut the door behind him and Scorpius looked around to see a long dark hallway with only two doors, one right in front of him at the very end of the hall and one to his left about halfway up the hall. Right across from this door was a staircase with red, gold, and green streamers running along the balusters. "Lily, why don't you take Scorpius's owl and I'll take the trunks up to Al's room. Al, you should give your friend the grand tour. James, please get unpacked before you starting shooting owls back and forth to Uncle's George's house. Oh, and boys, watch out for Kreacher. He's been acting strangely lately." Mr. Potter said and then started lugging Al's and Scorpius's trunks up the staircase while Lily took the cage from Scorpius and followed him, James right behind her.

Left alone with Al on the ground floor, he looked sheepishly at his best friend, not entirely certain what to do with himself now that he was actually in the Potter household. Before he could become too uncomfortable however, Al grinned and grabbed onto Scorpius's sleeve, dragging him down the hallway. "Come on, Scorp. I'll show you the house. I'll bet it's not as big as that Manor you talked about, but it's still pretty interesting. Plus, there's something really cool on the first floor that you'll want to see! Anyway, come through here," Al stopped talking as they reached the door at the end of the hallway, opened it, and disappeared inside of the room. Scorpius moved to follow but had not accounted for the fact that the room was actually below the hallway and ended up stumbling down the steps straight into his friend.

They crashed into a counter and struggled to right themselves before both boys looked straight at each other and burst into laughter. "T-this is the kitchen," Al eventually said once he could manage to keep the laughter mostly down. "We mostly eat in here because the dining room is too formal and so we only use that room whenever we have too many people to sit around this table or if there is someone really important coming to dinner. Our house-elves have a room to themselves at the other side of this room." Al explained as Scorpius walked down the length of the room, admiring the detail on the doorknobs and wondering how a good family like the Potters could have a room like this. Seeing the silver snakes on every cabinet and the large ornate "B" over the fireplace made him yearn for home in a way that was steadily dropping his mood, making it to where he was incredibly grateful when Al brought him back to reality by suggesting that they move on.

The "formal" dining room turned out to be in the room across from the staircase and though it was incredibly impressive, it reminded Scorpius more of the lesser dining room that he usually ate at at home. His formal dining room had been much more elaborate than this one. After that, they went up a flight of stairs and met with Mr. Potter again, who told them to hurry along with the tour because he was going to go fix dinner, to which Al said something about ordering China. There was a bit of debate about this, but Al ended up winning, though Scorpius didn't really understand what the whole thing had been about. Afterwards, Al began the tour again, stopping first at a door that had a sign posted on it in girlish handwriting that said "No Boys Allowed" and underneath those words in the same slanted handwriting he had read earlier were the words "except for Dad". Above the sign was a simple silver name plate that read Lily Luna Potter. He didn't really need the explanation that Al gave about whose room this belonged to.

The room next to Lily's was a bathroom and the room after that was the one Al had been talking about downstairs. It was gorgeous. Al began immediately talking about how this was the drawing room and it was his favorite room in the house, but all Scorpius could take in was the fact that three-fourths of this room was covered in books of every type. There were books on fictional superheroes and books on famous witches and wizards. There were books on plant life and books on the best defensive spells. There were even several muggle books tucked in here or there. He ran his fingers over the spines in awe, desperately missing his library at home and wondering if his father had at least been able to salvage that.

However, the collection of books wasn't the only thing in this room. The thing that Al had said he'd be interested in was on the wall next to the door. It was a huge tapestry that took up the entirety of the wall and, according to Al, it was Scorpius's family tree. Vines decorated the entirety of the tapestry with hundreds of names spreading across the entire thing. As he traced through it, he eventually spotted his grandmother's name, though the last name was different. She was connected with a golden line to Lucius Malfoy and then from there, he spotted his father's name. His name had a red line connecting him to Astoria Greengrass and then from there, Scorpius found his name shining with silver lettering. He knelt down on the floor and traced his own name and then the red line that he supposed signified the divorce.

It was painful, seeing that line. It made him for the first time really realize what had happened to his family. It was broken and the golden light shared by so many of these other people on this tapestry would never again be there on his part of the tree. There would only be the red, as if blood had been split on their family and someone, or something, had died. His mother had left him and taken everything that had connected him to her, leaving only her name and a red line behind. He wanted to do something. He wanted to take something from her. It wasn't right that she had the last say in all of this and he had never been able to even speak his mind. She had silenced him, tossed him aside as if she was ashamed that she had given birth to him. He wanted her to feel the pain that he had to feel now. He wanted her to understand what abandonment felt like. Why couldn't she have at least taken away the pain as well since she had taken everything else?

"Scorpius! Scorpius, listen to me! I'm here. It's okay." Scorpius looked up and into Al's green eyes, shocked out of his reverie. A moment later he realized that the reason he couldn't see Al clearly was because his eyes were watery with the tears he had been shedding. He looked down at his hands to see that his fingernails were broken and bleeding as he had been trying to rip his mother's name off of the tapestry with them to no avail; the tapestry was still as pristine as it had been before he had come here and his mother's name was clearly still attached to his father's with that horrible red line.

"I-I'm sorry, Al. C-could I floo my father before we eat dinner?" He asked shakily as he tried to focus only on his friend instead of the tapestry.

"Yeah, of course. The floo's right there." Al said, indicating the fireplace on the opposite wall. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, I am sure. You go ahead and I'll meet you downstairs after I am done, okay?" He responded, trying very hard to pull himself back together because Malfoys do not cry, no matter how hard it gets.

Somehow, Scorpius was able to keep to that mantra over the next couple days. Of course, it helped that Al seemed to understand somewhat what had happened in the drawing room and so if they wanted to read, Al would go to the drawing room to get the books while Scorpius stayed behind in Al's room on the second floor. After leaving him in the drawing room to talk to his father, Al had not once mentioned what had happened and that helped most of all. Now, however, Scorpius was facing a very new challenge that he was finding he was not at all prepared for: Christmas shopping.

Today was the day before Christmas Eve and since both Mr. and Mrs. Potter had off from work, they had decided to take the kids shopping in Diagon Alley and, for some reason, muggle London. They left through the floo in the kitchen and ended up in the Leaky Cauldron, a place that Scorpius had only ever visited a few times as his family tended to prefer to steer clear of more populated areas. As such, when he looked out of the fireplace and saw the dozens and dozens of holiday shoppers in the pub, Scorpius gulped hard and immediately sought out Al's hand blindly as he tried to push the soot out of his eyes at the same time. Al caught him, thankfully, and they waited until the rest of the Potters were out of the floo before leaving the pub behind.

Once they were finally on the busy street that was Diagon Alley, Mr. and Mrs. Potter exchanged a few words before Mrs. Potter dragged Lily and James away to go look at potion supplies. "Come on, you two. If we get our shopping done before noon, I'll treat you to butterbeer floats at Fortescue's." Mr. Potter said with a wink and held out both of his hands to the children. Al took the offered hand immediately, but Scorpius frowned at it as if it were a snake until Mr. Potter gave a booming laugh and held on to Scorpius's shoulder instead as he steered them towards the large crowd in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies. "Now, I've made you each a list of people you need to buy presents for here. If you see something you want to get for me, write it on the second piece of parchment and give it to your mother, Mrs. Potter, when we meet back up with the others. If you see something you want to get for each other, write it on the list and give it to me. Al, your mother and I will come back out shopping to get the last few items tonight. Okay, first stop is here, so when you're ready to go, just come find me inside the store."

Mr. Potter then steered them inside of the packed building and disappeared within the crowd. Scorpius immediately sought out Al's hand, feeling very alone in a sea of holiday shoppers. He looked down at the list Mr. Potter had given him and noticed that there were quite a few more names than he had thought there would be. In fact, he had thought that there would only be Al, James, and Lily's names on there. Instead, Father, Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter, and even his owl's name was on there along with the three aforementioned siblings. Glancing over at his friend, Scorpius was shocked to see that Al was frowning at the list as if there was something wrong with it. Catching Scorpius watching, Al shrugged and said, "He always forgets to put Rose and Hugo's names on here. We're not supposed to buy for our cousins, but Rose and Hugo are special to Lily and me since we see them so much more than any of the others."

"Oh," Scorpius said, frowning at his own list.

"It's no big deal though," Al said as he entered the store, pulling Scorpius behind him. "Come on, let's get Lily's presents first." Scorpius nodded and prepared himself for a harried day of running around for last minute shopping, an experience that he very much doubted either of his parents would have ever let him be a part of knowingly.

Hours later, Scorpius found himself standing with his knees locked and his arms crossed behind his back in front of a machine that he had only ever been in twice. If he had thought the shopping trip to Diagon Alley was bad, this was a hundred times worse. After hours and hours of nonstop shopping among the hustle and bustle of witches and wizards, he had actually begun to loosen up and feel that he could do this; it wasn't so bad after all. This, however, was off limits. No, there was no way they could possibly expect him to actually get into that hunk of metal and sit comfortably in these clothes that were too short around the ankles and too loose around the middle. Nope, not happening. His father would murder him for even thinking about it, much less actually committing the act of trusting that thing with his life.

"Scorp, it's just a car. You rode in one on the way to Grimmauld. What makes this so different?"

"Come on, Malfoy. You're not going to let a bit of muggle technology scare you, are you?"

"Please, Scorpius?"

Scorpius looked from one sibling to the next and, white-faced, took a step backward. "It's not magical. It's muggle." He muttered, indicating with a slight movement of his head towards the fact that the car was no longer magically expanded nor was there any other magical changes over it.

"So?" said James, raising one eyebrow.

"So where are we going that we can't have magic?" Scorpius said through gritted teeth.

"Scorpius, we're going to see my cousin and his family." Mr. Potter said, kneeling down to be at Scorpius's level. "They're muggles and though my cousin knows that I'm a wizard, neither his family nor his neighbors know anything about it. So we have to be very cautious about what we say or do while we're there. We usually go on New Years, but since Al is going back home with you this year, I moved the meeting up a bit. Are you okay with this?"

Scorpius frowned and shook his head, taking another step backwards. Muggles were foreign territory and if other witches and wizards were normally out of bounds except in very special circumstances, Muggles were an entirely different species. There was absolutely no way his father would be okay with this. What if he got himself into trouble on accident? What if the Muggles found out about him and burned him at a stake or something? No, there was no way he was putting himself in that position.

Mr. Potter placed his hand on Scorpius's shoulder and he jerked back in surprise at the unexpected touch, but not so much that he would come off as rude. That was one thing his father had constantly reminded him of as a child: be polite, no matter the situation. However, Al's father did not so much as flinch at Scorpius's reaction; instead, he smiled gently and tightened his grip on Scorpius's shoulder. "Scorpius, I'm not going to force you to go today, but I really do think it would be good for you to see more of the world, especially since the majority of the population is without the magic that you have grown up with. I'm not your father and so cannot force you to do anything, but these are nice people and will not do any harm to you."

Scorpius looked up into Mr. Potter's very green eyes and found a gentleness and sincerity there that he had only ever seen before deep in his father's stone-cold eyes. "You promise?"

"I promise,"

Slowly and then all at once, Scorpius felt the tension leave his shoulders and escape through his fingertips as he took Mr. Potter's hand and walked up to the vehicle.

Overall, the car ride was not as bad as he thought it would be. Despite the lack of space (James got shot-gun so Scorpius had to sit squashed in between Al and Lily in the back) and the sickening jolts whenever the car traveled over a bump in the round that magic usually made completely smooth, he actually had a decent time. Other than Diagon Alley and the drive to and from King's Cross, Scorpius had never really seen much of London, so driving through it was definitely an interesting experience. There were buildings everywhere and the majority of them stood higher than his limited vision would allow him to see. There were square ones and rectangle ones and even one shaped like a dragon's egg, which was the one Scorpius liked most of all with his blues and silvers glinting in the sunlight making it stand out to him especially since they reminded him of home and his father.

When they passed an enormous circle hanging out over the water, Scorpius nearly crushed Al trying to get a good look at it. He had asked what it was just to get an answer that it was London's Eye or something, but that didn't really give him much to go by, so he asked again to receive the answer of a ferris wheel, something Scorpius still didn't understand but by that time they had long passed it so he decided to drop it for now and ask again later on. But the attractions of the city life were nothing compared to the lavishly rolling hills of the countryside. As his home was in the country, he very much preferred these wide open spaces to the cramped life of the city and the muggle side of it didn't disappoint what with its quaint cul de sacs and greenest grass with just a slight covering of pure white snow.

However, when the car turned off the main road and into one of the bigger cul de sacs (more like a small town of houses if Scorpius had anything to say about it), his earlier nerves started to creep up on him and he found himself staring a lot more at his gloved hands and less out of the windows. Al nudged him with his shoulder and he looked up to see his friend smiling at him and Scorpius nodded, leaning back into his seat. There was no point in being worried now. He had to be brave and make his father proud. "We're here," Scorpius looked out the window upon a two-story house with crossed windows and what looked like the remains of a garden except it was completely covered with white sheets for a reason he could not even begin to fathom.

As Scorpius climbed out of the car, he could hear a noise like a bark and a girl's screechy voice coming from inside the house and immediately latched himself on Al's coat as they headed towards the chestnut brown door with a Christmas wreath hanging on it. Mr. Potter knocked twice and with a slight pause and what sounded like a scuffle coming from inside, the door was thrust open by the largest man next to Hagrid that Scorpius had ever seen. However, he wasn't large in the way Hagrid was in that he was almost exactly Mr. Potter's height but his middle stretched out so wide that Scorpius was slightly confused on how he would manage to fit through such a small door on a regular basis.

"Harry! It's good to see you," the man said and then crushed Mr. Potter in a bone-cracking hug before getting out of the way so that they could all enter the surprisingly warm house. Scorpius clung to Al's sleeve as he walked onto the carpet, wanting to ask how they kept the house warm, but not wanting to do anything that might upset Mr. Potter. Once they were all situated in the living room, the large man spotted the one blond head among the Potter family and his own blond moustache tilted slightly before lifting in a grin. "This must be the boy you mentioned in your letter that's friends with Albus. What was his name again, Scott? No, something odd, wasn't it?"

In answer, Mr. Potter gave Scorpius a slight push forward that nearly had him facing the ground, his knees had been so locked. He glanced back warily but saw the smile Mr. Potter wore, and so mustered up what little courage he had to face the large man in front of him. "My name is Scorpius Malfoy, sir, and," Al squeezed his hand and Mr. Potter nodded once more, "it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The man's face pulled back and a large bark-like laughter erupted from his mouth in response. Scorpius was finding it very difficult not to step back again. When the man was finished laughing, he spoke again, still addressing Mr. Potter, "He's a right smart little boy, isn't he? Where'd you pick this one up?"

Mr. Potter flushed noticeably before saying, "He comes from an, err, notable family. He's in Al's year at-at school."

"Hm, well, maybe he'll rub off a bit on your rugrats. Now, Scorlius, these are my children Norman and Violet. You children can go play while us adults get lunch cooking. Aunt Laura will call you when it's time to eat." And with that, Scorpius followed a girl with bouncy blonde curls and a boy with very short dark hair out of the living room and up a flight of stairs and into the first door on the right past the staircase. He supposed it was a decent size room, about the same size as the one Al had back in Grimmauld Place, but with all six of them in there at once, it was a little too cramped for Scorpius to feel comfortable.

"Dad bought us three new board game for today. Which one do you want to play? Trouble's a bother and Monopoly takes too long, so my favorite's Clue. But Dad says you're the guests, so you have to choose." The boy Norman spoke and Scorpius immediately felt a taste of dislike that he had only felt with a few other people in his life.

"I wanna play Trouble. It's my favorite." The girl Violet said, a pout growing apparent on her face.

"Well, too bad. It's James's choice since he's the oldest of the guests. Now choose,"

Scorpius looked over at Al's older brother, saw how deep his forehead was creasing, and took a step a bit away from him, knowing that look. But then, surprisingly, the crease disappeared and James smiled at his cousins, a tight annoyed smile, but a smile nonetheless. Scorpius suddenly had the feeling that he wasn't the only one Mr. Potter had to remind to act like a muggle during these excursions to visit this side of the family. "Let's play Monopoly. It'll take a while, but the adults take forever cooking."

"Aw! But I hate that game! I always lose!" Violet cried out and a book flew off a nearby bookshelf.

"You okay?" Al whispered into Scorpius's ear and he nodded in reply. The flying book had not been his fault.

"Sucks to be you, doesn't it? James chose Monopoly, so that's what we're gonna play. Suck it up, Vi."

"Shut up!" Another book flew. Al gave Scorpius a look. "Just shut up!" The entire bookshelf began to shake. Al whispered for Scorpius to stop before his cousins noticed. "You always do this! I'm so sick of it. Why can't I ever choose?" The rest of the books flew off the shelves and landed in a pile around them. Al's eyes went wide. Scorpius turned towards the girl. It's her.

"You're a witch," He said the words before he could think and suddenly everyone in the room was looking at him.

"What did you just say to me?" Violet screeched and a book narrowly missed Scorpius's right ear. The door behind them opened right at the moment that Scorpius chose to repeat his statement, the moment that both Mr. Potter and Mr. Dursley walked into the room. And in the very next moment, he heard his name being called in a voice that made him want very much to be home with his father in a world surrounded by magic.

So, she's a witch. JKR has said that she would've liked the idea of one of Dudley's kids to be a witch or wizard, but thought that Vernon's blood would have been way too muggle to have that happen. But I saw this post ( . /tumblr_luvkmoXGi51r3gluko1_ ) and just couldn't help it. I loved the idea of it too much. Anyway, sorry for the very long wait. This semester at college nearly killed me. I'm off for a whole month though so the next chapter shouldn't take that long. I know this chapter wasn't really up to par, but please still review. I love hearing feedback. Harry will be back in the next chapter.