A/N: I didn't mention update timing last chapter. I figured I'd post one chapter on Saturdays and Sundays (so three weeks to post the entire story).

Enjoy chapter two, I love a young Scorpius. He is a combination of my nephews at this age.

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The rest of the group remained quiet as Harry continued to read what amounted to an unauthorized biography of his life. As the story made its way to Hogwarts some significant events were wrong. The first and probably most important was the role of Draco Malfoy. In the books, the blond boy was portrayed as an unadulterated spoiled prat who took perverse pleasure in cutting down others. He was the apparent villain in the piece.

"Draco, you are not going to like how they have you written. I mean, yeah you are spoiled and can be a right git, but wow, this book does a doozy on you." Harry mumbled as he got through the ill-fated introduction in the book. "I think this author also has some weird affection for the Weasley family and specifically Ron. I mean he was there for this all, but not this involved in my life. The book makes it appear like we were immediately best friends and I followed him as if he was an expert on all things magical. Although looking back at it now, I can see he really wanted to be my best friend. He just never wanted to work for it."

The rest of the group rolled their eyes. Instead of friends and integral part of the story, Ron was now a mere acquaintance, at best. At school, he took exception to everything that happened with Harry, claiming Harry was searching for attention. By their fateful sixth year, he had decided since he was a pureblood he'd be safe regardless of the outcome. That was why he wasn't included in this meeting, not even his family truly trusted him after what he pulled in the final days before the war ended.

Hermione was more stunned, her mind was racing with everything needing to be done, but she could only focus on her friend and his shocked face. As the wizard read each page she saw his expression changing from shock and confusion to fear and finally to anger before starting all over again. "Harry are the conversations with Ron, with others accurate?"

"Not really, there are quite a few that just didn't happen. The entire train ride was fabricated. Why would I have bought the entire trolley cart? I was starved and had experienced what happened if I forced myself to eat a large amount of food. Whoever wrote this…I can't explain it just yet. Things don't make sense." Harry focused back on the book reading about the first dinner at Hogwarts. The conversations about the professors were slightly more accurate, as were Harry's reactions to the bogus DADA professor. When the story moved to the first day of classes, Harry found the first the first scenes with Hermione and discovered how the author would portray his best friend and sister.

"Wow, Hermione, she doesn't like you either. Instead of being a prat like Draco, she makes you out to be an annoying know-it-all with no friends. Ron of course is not making it any better, which is surprisingly accurate. Hold on, I'm just getting to Halloween." Hermione shivered at the mention of that particular event during first year. Draco, of course, was trying not to smile too widely at the memory. His wife was still on the verge of apocalyptic anger and he didn't want to be the one to push her back over the line.

"Yeah, this person loves Ron. The rest of the family has only been mentioned a couple of scenes, but I suspect the writer is going to portray everyone in the same way she has Ron. Well, maybe not Percy, he seems to be pretty much the same Percy we all knew then." The three Weasley brothers in attendance leaned forward.

The twins, who were listening hoping to hear more about themselves, scowled. "What's not to love about us? We are great!" The stereo effect of speaking at the same time had become routine with the group, none of them responded as they waited for Harry's next comment about the book. The elder brother was intensely focused on whatever comments Harry made. There were only a few ways something like this could have happened, and he didn't like any of them. Looking to his two younger brothers, Bill sighed knowing the trio would need to talk about this before the night was over.

It was into this tense atmosphere three sets of little feet came pounding down the hall and into the room.

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"Scorpius how did you get here? Harry, didn't have the room warded?" Hermione looked to her son whose expression was the mirror image of her husband when he did something that was probably against some rule or another. After a quick glance to Draco, it confirmed he was excited about something, which just increased Hermione's worry. Harry looked more confused, as he glanced between the book in his hands and the boys standing rather proudly in front of them.

"I did it Mummy. Phil wanted to tell Uncle Harry something and I knew we couldn't leave. So I did what you do when you are mad at Daddy or Uncle Harry." The little boy's bright smile was met with an excited whoop from his father as Draco jumped to his feet.
"Scorp, did you take down the wards that Uncle Harry, the auror corps' highest scoring trainee ever, the Head of the DMLE and the Boy-Who-I-Can't-Get-Rid-of, put up?" The boy nodded even more proudly now he had some positive reinforcement from his father. Draco picked up his son and spun him around laughing the entire time. Caeli began to clap in support of her father and the loud noise he was making. It had much too quiet for the girl and both of her parents ignored her huffs of displeasure. "That is awesome little man! Wait until we tell your grandparents about your first bout of magic and how powerful it is." Scorpius happily laughed as he dad hugged him again.

While Draco celebrated his son's first act of intentional magic, Hermione was in shock. "Baby boy, did you say you copied what I do?" The little boy, who was still in his dad's arms, nodded emphatically. "Will you show me? Draco set him down." Hermione cast a silent and wandless spell on her son to show what sort of magic was performed.

"Sure Mummy, but there aren't any wards here. Will Uncle Harry put up some more?" Harry sighed, he should have seen the request coming. Wordlessly he pulled his wand and warded Draco from the rest of the family. "Thanks!" The little boy scrunched his nose and focused intently on his daddy. Lifting his hand, he ran it along the edge of the ward nodding before mumbling something about them always being the same. Hermione smirked knowing she had said that more than a few times about the wards most of the wizards in the room used. She continued to watch the movements of her son's hand and her jaw dropped.

Surprise didn't quite cover Hermione's expression when Scorpius finished. Her five year old perfectly copied a spell she created and used as an auror to bring down wards. It was also the same spell she used to get into Harry's study earlier that day. She read the results of the detection spell which showed relatively strong magic for a five year old and more importantly controlled magic, which was the unusual part. Draco was rather shocked when Scorpius was through the ward in under a minute and rushed to his daddy again.

After being picked up a second time, Scorpius looked around and seeing all his aunts and uncles he started to wave and say his hellos to the group. After finishing, he looked back and noticed the book Uncle Harry had in his lap. The book that caused all the stress earlier; not that he knew about the stress. "You got the Harry Pottah book? I was gonna ask for it for my birthday but now I don't have'ta." Scrambling from his father's arms, Scorpius plucked the book from his uncle and began to read it out loud.

"Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were …"

"Mummy is P-E-R-F-E-C-T-L-Y said prefectly?" Scorpius was a pretty advanced reader but liked to make sure he knew the proper way to pronounce words. He didn't want his sisters and brother to think he didn't know what he was saying when he read them their bedtime stories.

"No darling it's said 'perfectly' not 'pre'. But where did you hear about this book?" The little boy who was preparing to reread the first sentence stopped and looked at his mum like she was crazy.

"School. Where else would I hear about a new muggle book?" The answer was everything a child of Hermione Granger would say when faced with a stupid question. The room chuckled as Scorpius settled himself again to read aloud.

"Scorp, we can talk about you reading the book later. Have you told anyone you know Harry Potter?" Draco was now more concerned with what exactly his talkative five year old may have said to his friends at the muggle primary school he attended.

"No, course not Daddy. I know we can't tell muggles about magic. One of the boys, Clarance, his mum said the book is the way of the devil because of magic. It made me mad when he said it and I almost hexed her that day. But I was good and didn't." What Scorp didn't mention was the real reason he hadn't hexed the woman who said those nasty things about his family. He wanted to do something truly awesome, but couldn't figure out how to change her hair into a rainbow of colors. He would work on it and probably have to ask his Uncle George and Uncle Fred. They always knew the best spells for that sort of thing.

"No Scorpius, we don't hex anyone. Ok? I don't want to hear about Clarance's mum having any odd things happen to her." When his mummy said 'ok' like that it told him she knew about his plans. With an overly dramatic sigh he agreed. With conditions.

"Ok Mummy, can I get the book if I don't make her hair rainbow?" At least her son's hexes weren't as bad as what she and her husband wanted to do. "I also didn't tell anyone the picture of Uncle Harry is way off. I mean, he has all those grey hairs and the picture doesn't have any. Didn't he have to sit for a portrait?"

Harry truly looked at the cover for the first time noticing where the small boy's finger was pointing. The picture looked like him as an eleven year old. "Um, no Scorp, I didn't know the book was being written. That picture is supposed to be me when I was eleven." The little grey eyes looking at him widened and looked between the book and his Uncle. Nodding he turned to his father.

"Daddy, is this like Mummy's grey hair and I shouldn't mention it when I see them?" With the type of total sincerity only a child has, the little boy was seriously going to get his father killed. Draco was very aware of how Hermione was glaring at him and the rest of the room was doing everything they could to not fall out of their chairs laughing.

"Yeah, sort of like that Scorp, but remember we don't talk about it all. It happens to everyone and your mummy looks magnificent whether the grey shows or not." Draco was pretty confident this was his last night on Earth and was going to try and make sure his son had good memories of him.

"Why does Mummy and Uncle Harry have grey hairs and you don't? Aren't you the same age?" Draco dropped his head to hands and shook his head. There was absolutely no way out of this now. The snickers from the others were getting louder with a few people having actually fallen to the floor in an effort to try and catch their breath again.

"Your daddy sweets, that's how Uncle Harry and I got our grey hair. It's all your daddy's fault." Again little grey eyes seemed to understand. "So tell us what you've heard about the book, not what you know is real."

The little boy's nose scrunched again and his tongue darted out of his mouth. This was the classic 'thinking' Scorpius pose. "Um, nothing really, I know almost everyone is talking about it and that Daddy is the baddie. I know Daddy likes Uncle Harry even if he didn't in the book." When Scorpius fell silent everyone thought he was done and started to talk about what to do and what may lay down the road. It was during a slight lull in the adult conversation that Scorpius spoke up. "Oh, Evan, you know the boy who eats boogers and paste, well he said there's 'nother book. Something 'bout chambers and secrets, but it's not ready yet."

The group looked around and gulped, if someone knew about what happened in that Chamber their world was in real danger.

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