A/N: I have decided that I will write not only a sequel, but a third story after that one as well. The Dragon Club will be ending soon, and the second story will pick up where The Dragon Club leaves off, but will be focusing on Zander and Olivia instead of Rose and Scorpius. Rose and Scorpius will be in the story a lot (obviously) as will all of the other characters, but the main pairing will be Zander and Olivia. While I was writing this chapter, I realized that I had a lot planned for that couple and they deserved their own story.
The third story will be back to focusing on Rose and Scorpius after Hogwarts. I'm thinking it would be fun to follow them as they start careers and their lives after school. What do you all think? Good idea or bad idea? Let me know! :D
To answer some reviews:
Kat: Thank you so much! The last few chapters were my favorites to write :D
Pugdogsrule: I will write a few more chapters, and then a SEQUEL! Yay!
FerretsMateWithWeasels: Thanks! I enjoy writing from different viewpoints, and Draco's in particular because he is a complicated character.
TheCatWithBrownEyes: Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews! I am glad that this story/my writing is inspiring! That makes me feel amazing!
Huloo: I think that a sequel would definitely have you hooked because I have some plans in mind for Zander and Olivia :D Rose and Scorpius will have another story after the sequel.
Bookwormlovesharrypotter: Thanks so much for the support with writing a sequel! I really appreciate advice and opinions.
Weasleyatheart99: Will do ;)
Wow: Don't worry, no more Rose/Scorpius betrayal or anything. The second story will be a lot of humor and romance. The third story will be fluffy I think
ScaramoucheMalfoy: Thank you sooooo much! Yes, I'm American haha, I don't mind confirming that. I tried my best to write this with an English dialect, and I think I did use "trousers" once or twice, but normally my fingers typed faster than my brain registered what I was typing I have considered writing actual books before, and I might try my hand at it someday!
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Everyone else who I did not mention by name: Thank very very VERY much for all of the support and amazing reviews! I apologize if I did not mention you by name, but after the vast amounts of reviews I received right away, it's difficult to keep up! Now, onto the next chapter:
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Rose woke up on Christmas morning feeling absolutely blissful. At the foot of her bed were presents from her parents, which they had not given her the previous evening. After putting all of her new things away (mostly clothes and jewelry), she came downstairs to find her father making breakfast, which was always a treat.
"Good morning, darling," said Hermione when Rose entered the room. Every member of the Weasley family were still in their pajamas. Rose still felt sore, her muscles screaming in protest when she hopped up onto a bar stool at the kitchen counter. Ron deposited scrambled eggs onto her plate and she dug in.
"Morning," she said to everyone, "blimey this is good! Thanks, Dad." When she was met by silence, she realized that something was off. "Oh no," she said as she placed her fork down, "Dad rarely makes breakfast. You have bad news. What is it?"
"It's not…not bad news," said Hermione while wringing her hands together. "The Malfoys are coming over today, since we didn't get to visit with them yesterday."
"Even Astoria?" asked Rose with a frown.
"Yes, even Astoria," Ron sighed, sounding as if there had been a fight about it and he had lost. "I told your mum I didn't want that witch in our house, but she insisted. After what she did to you, Rose, I don't know if I can look past something like that."
"You would have done the same thing for me," she said with certainty.
"That's what Mum told him," said Hugo with a laugh.
"It doesn't matter what I would have done. What matters is what she actually did," Ron argued.
"Yes, and I forgave her," said Rose in a tone that ended the conversation. Ron still scowled, but Hermione was smiling slightly.
After breakfast, they all got ready for company. Hermione ran around making sure that everything looked perfect, Ron sulked and put on his best robes. Hugo went about his daily routine as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Rose danced around the house singing, took a shower, and put on a cute blue skirt with a white shirt and blue sandals.
When the Malfoys arrived, having apparated to the edge of the property and walked up to the house, Rose wrenched open the front door and flung herself onto Scorpius, kissing him heatedly. "Bloody hell," groaned Ron from behind Rose, "I don't think I will ever get used to that."
Rose giggled and ushered the Malfoys into her home. They all went into the sitting room, where Hermione had tea prepared. "This looks excellent, Hermione, thanks!" said Scorpius as he poured himself a cup and sat down on the couch beside Rose. "Did you sleep well?" he asked her very softly, as if they were having their own private conversation. Neither of them noticed that everyone was watching them and listening in.
"As well as I can without you. How about you? You barely got any sleep the night I was in the hospital."
"Don't worry about me, love, I'm fine. I got plenty of sleep."
"Did Zander stay with you?"
"No, he and Olivia went back to his house for the evening. I guess his mum really likes her."
"That's great!"
"Yeah, I know. I was a bit surprised, but I'm happy for them. It's pretty wonderful when you find out that your parents not only approve of your girlfriend, but also really like her."
Rose giggled and cuddled closer into his side, brushing her nose against his. He smiled softly and kissed the tip of her nose. That was when they noticed that everyone had been watching them interact. "Oh, right, sorry," said Rose, pulling away from him slightly and sitting up.
"Nobody can blame you," said Scorpius arrogantly, "it's hard to resist this level of charm."
"You're so full of yourself, Malfoy," she teased.
"Just honest, love."
"Merlin, you sound like James!"
"Ugh! Do not compare me to him! He's the cockiest bloke at Hogwarts. Don't you remember the day he charmed the ceiling of the Great Hall to depict himself catching the snitch?"
"You're just jealous that he beat you to it that one time in his fifth year, when he was a Seeker instead of a Chaser."
"Jealous?" he scoffed, "I am no such thing."
They were in their own little world again, the adults around them sitting completely forgotten, "You're not even jealous of my clothes? After all, they're touching a lot more of me than you are."
He made a low sound that resembled a growl, "Okay, maybe I am a little bit jealous of your clothes, but that doesn't really count, because I can always just take them off of you and-"
"Oi!" Ron Weasley's face was turning purple.
Rose blushed crimson, "Sorry," she mumbled again, "forgot you were all here."
Scorpius, however, looked entirely unabashed. "Thank you for inviting us over," he said at once.
"You're welcome. I think that this visit is quite a bit overdue," said Hermione politely as she dropped a sugar cube into her teacup. "I'm surprised you didn't bring your daughter."
"Yes, well, she's at a friend's house for the afternoon, and we think that a bit of normalcy will be good for her after the past few days. Last night was the first time she had ever spent Christmas Eve anywhere except at the Manor," said Astoria. Rose noticed the way Scorpius' jaw locked when his mother spoke. It seemed that he had not yet forgiven her.
"Did she enjoy herself?" asked Hermione, who had taken an immediate liking to the vivacious blonde child.
"Very much," said Draco with a shy smile, "almost too much. She asked if we could celebrate with your family every Christmas Eve."
"I hope you told her that your family is more than welcome," said Ron bravely. He, also, had liked Scarlett. "However, I was hoping that Scorpius would be able to make due on a promise he made me at the hospital the other day."
A sharp memory came back to Scorpius and his face paled slightly. "Perhaps tomorrow, or in a few days… I mean, today is Christmas after all, Mr. Weasley," said Scorpius, who did not feel comfortable calling Rose's father by his first name.
"I think that it's important before we continue this visit. It's like I said before, that is my biggest concern with you dating my daughter. So whatever it is that you wanted to tell Rose and me, you should tell us now."
"Scorpius? What is he talking about?" Rose asked.
"Your father," he replied evenly, "asked me if I have ever performed Dark Magic." Rose's eyes widened; she knew that he had, at least to some extent.
Draco, however, clucked his tongue and said, "That's ridiculous, Weasley! My son has never performed any Dark Magic a day in his life. Unless, of course, you include the day he saved your daughter's life by using the killing curse."
"Actually, Father," Scorpius interrupted, "that's not entirely true. Do you have a pensieve, Mr. Weasely? I would like to show you, Rose, and my father something that is very important."
"I'm not entirely sure I want to take another trip into your memories," Ron mumbled as he retrieved his pensieve and Scorpius began to spill his memories into it.
"These do not involve Rose," said Scorpius, "and you won't need to see many of them." When he was finished, he made sure to clarify, "I want only Rose, her father, and my father to see these." Hermione and Astoria nodded in understanding. "Alright, here we go," the four of them pressed their faces into his memories and felt as if they had dropped down into the penseive.
They were in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, and a very young (perhaps five year old) Scorpius was standing there in pajamas that had a design of dragons on them. Rose smiled fondly; he had been adorable as a child. "You wanted to see me, Grandfather?"
"No!" Draco screamed, realizing what was going on, "I told him no! I told him he was never to train you in the Dark Arts! I told him that-"
"Just watch," said Scorpius, sounding ominous.
"Ah, yes," said Lucius as he strode up to Scorpius and laid a hand on top of his head, "I wanted to talk with you about the Dark Lord."
"Who?"
Lucius cold grey eyes widened, "I see Draco is slacking in his fatherly duties. The Dark Lord was a very powerful wizard who died about fifteen years ago. He had brilliant ideas that would help wizards everywhere. He wanted to bring wizards out of hiding and to have us rule over muggles and mudbloods."
"Mudbloods? What is that, Grandfather?"
"A mudblood, Scorpius, is someone who is born with magical abilities but whose parents are not magical."
"Is that even possible?" Scorpius sounded surprised, intrigued, and curious.
"Yes. It's rare, but it happens. Tell me, Scorpius, how talented do you think mudbloods would be? Do you think that it's even possible for them to be talented magically when it does not run in their genes?"
"I don't know," said Scorpius with a frown, obviously wanting to say the right answer, but not knowing what the right answer was.
"No, Scorpius," said Lucius sternly, pointing a finger in his grandson's face, "No, they cannot. Without wizard upbringing and wizard heritage, a person doesn't even have the right to be called a witch or wizard. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Repeat it to me, then."
"If a person is born with magical abilities, but he doesn't have a magical family, then he's not really a wizard."
"Very good, you're paying attention…"
The scene changed and Scorpius looked a little bit older, but still not Hogwarts age. He was sitting in his bedroom reading a book on the Dark Arts; 1,000 Curses that Kill. Draco Malfoy entered the room, smiling at his son. "What are you reading?" Scorpius told him the name of the book and Draco blanched. "Where did you find that?"
"Grandfather gave it to me. He told me to read it."
"He did WHAT?" Draco stormed out of the room and through the house. The screamed argument could be heard through most of the Mansion. "I TOLD YOU HE WASN'T GOING TO BE TAINTED BY YOUR IDEAS!"
"HE IS NOT BEING TAINTED, DRACO, HE NEEDS TO LEARN TO PROTECT HIMSELF!"
"FROM WHAT? VOLDEMORT IS DEAD, FATHER! HE IS NOT COMING BACK! MY SON WILL NOT LEARN DARK MAGIC! YOU WILL NOT CORRUPT HIM THE WAY YOU CORRUPTED ME! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!"
"STOP BEING RIDICULOUS! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, YOU ARROGANT CHILD!"
"I AM NOT A CHILD AND YOU CANNOT INTIMIDATE ME THE WAY YOU ONCE DID! IF I EVER CATCH YOU TRYING TO TEACH MY SON ANYTHING, ANYTHING, ABOUT VOLDEMORT OR THE DARK ARTS, I WILL KICK YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE!"
"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING! THIS IS MY MANOR!"
"NOT ANYMORE! THE MINISTRY PUT IT IN MY NAME, AS YOU WERE DEEMED UNFIT TO OWN THE PROPERTY BECAUSE OF YOUR INVOLVEMENT WITH THE DEATH EATERS."
"YOU WERE ONCE A DEATH EATER YOURSELF, SON! YOU WOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT BEFORE YOU TRY BEING A HYPOCRITE TO ME!"
"I MAY HAVE RECEIVED THE MARK, BUT I WAS NEVER HIS SERVANT THE WAY YOU WERE! NOR WILL MY SON EVER BE! THIS FAMILY WILL NO LONGER BE TAINTED BY DARK ASSOCIATIONS!"
The scene dissolved, Lucius and Scorpius were in the dungeons together that night. "Crucio!" cried Lucius, and Scorpius was screaming. Rose gasped, and squeezed Scorpius' hand hard. Scorpius frowned and pulled her closer to him.
"I told you," growled Lucius as he circled the boy on the ground, "not to tell Draco about our lessons, didn't I?"
"I didn't! I just told him th-that you gave me that b-book!" Scorpius stuttered, his entire body shaking as a result of the curses that had hit him. Lucius slashed his wand through the air and Scorpius let out another howl of pain as a huge gash appeared on his cheek.
"If you ever tell him anything about what we do ever again, you will regret it! Is that understood?"
"Yes, Grandfather, yes! Pl-please s-stop!"
Lucius considered this and said, "Very well. Take my wand and kill that rat," he motioned toward the rat that was scuttling along the wall in the far corner of the room. Scorpius shook his head, but Lucius strode forward, picked Scorpius off of the floor by the collar of his shirt, thrust the wand into his hand, and turned him to face the rat. "Do it," he hissed, "or I will do much worse to you than I just did."
Nervously, Scorpius nodded, and said weakly, "Av-Avada Kedavra!" Nothing happened. Scorpius relaxed visibly, but Lucius was infuriated.
"We will practice that one," he said simply, "we will practice all of the spells in the book that you've read. Then, we will move on to potions that some people are too weak to brew. Hexes that people are too soft to cast. I will train you to be a brilliant wizard, Scorpius. You will rule over people with the power you will have."
"Yes, Grandfather."
Memories swirled around quickly, and the four onlookers found themselves in the Slytherin common room, the first night that Scorpius Malfoy and Zander Goyle were at Hogwarts. "Filthy little blood traitors," hissed Vance Selwyn.
"Shove off, Vance," said a brave eleven year old Zander.
"What are you going to do about it, Goyle?" Selwyn shoved Zander, and Scorpius brandished his wand. With a deliberate growl of 'Crucio!' Scorpius had Vance on the floor screaming, and Zander smiled at Scorpius in a silent 'Thanks.'
The memories changed and they all watched the scene that haunted Scorpius' nightmares. Draco was nearly in tears at his son's memories, whereas the Weasley's were speechless. Rose was cuddled into Scorpius' side, trying her best to comfort him as she watched the pain on his face while he watched his own memories.
After that scene, they were yet again in the dungeons, this time Gabby the house elf was cowering in the corner, squeaking when Lucius hit her with a curse. Scorpius screamed, "STOP, GRANDFATHER! STOP!"
"Kill her," said Lucius, motioning toward the house elf.
"No," said Scorpius.
"I said kill her," it was clear that Lucius would not repeat himself again.
"And I said no," replied Scorpius evenly.
Lucius attacked Scorpius, shocking everyone. He tortured him for a long time for his disobedience, and Rose noted dully that she had seen the results of that torture on his naked body. She had seen the scars that Lucius left on Scorpius, the mental, emotional, and physical scars.
The final memory was the one when Scorpius received a letter from his father at school, informing him that his grandfather had died. Scorpius smiled as he read the words, and looked like he was on the verge of crying with joy.
They were thrown out of the pensieve to find that Draco Malfoy was crying. "I'm so sorry, Scorpius," Draco sobbed, hugging his son. Hermione and Astoria watched in surprise, "I never knew," cried Draco, "I thought that I stopped things when I told him off for having you read that book. I never knew it continued. I never knew…"
"I didn't want you to know," said Scorpius in an emotionless voice, "I didn't want to cause you any pain. But Mr. Weasley asked about my past with the Dark Arts, and I knew that it was time to be honest with you. It's my desire to be as honest as possible with Rose's family. It's a secret that I've kept from everyone, even Rose, for all these years." Rose knew, as proof had been in his memories, that Zander was an exception, but she understood. Zander was a brother to Scorpius.
After Draco hugged his son some more, and managed to calm down, he turned to Ron and said viciously, "I suppose that now you know all of that, you won't want my son anywhere near your daughter?" fear jolted through Rose; she hadn't considered that before.
Ron was looking very serious. After a long hesitation, he shook his head and said, "It was obvious that Scorpius didn't want any part of what Lucius was trying to teach him. I don't have a problem with your son dating Rose, Malfoy, I only have a problem with you and your wife."
"Ron!" Hermione reprimanded.
"Have you forgotten," said Ron, pointing a finger at Draco, "that he watched you almost die and did nothing? Have you forgotten that he tried to kill us in the Room of Requirement? He was going to hand Harry over to Voldemort without a second fucking thought. And her," he rounded on Astoria, "she tried to get our daughter killed!"
"Dad!" Rose screamed in anger.
"No, Rose," said Draco as he placed a hand on her shoulder, "your father is right. You and Scorpius don't understand the animosity between our families. You don't understand why it's so hard for your parents to accept this. It's time that you both know everything. Scorpius, you've given me an idea, son. Before you and Rose can be together happily, you have to know the past between our families." Draco emptied the pensieve of other memories, and deposited his own into it.
Hermione, understanding what he was doing, stepped forward and offered several of her own. "Mum…" said Rose in a whisper, "are those from…the War?" Hermione nodded, a dark haunted look in her deep brown eyes. "But you've never shared those with me before."
"They're terrible, terrible memories for the most part, Rose, and I didn't want to share them with you. You're my daughter, I didn't want you to have to experience what I experienced. But it's time. Draco wants redemption, and this is the only way he's going to get it. You and Scorpius have to know. We won't be going in there with you, so you will have to figure things out for yourself, but pensieve's play memories in chronological order, so you shouldn't get confused."
Hermione and Draco smiled at each other timidly while Rose and Scorpius stepped forward. "Are you ready?" she asked him.
"No, I'm not. But let's do this," he reached for her hand, and leaned toward the pensieve until his face broke the surface of the memories.