Author's Note: This chapter is told from Scorpius' perspective.


Dear mother and father,

I sighed and started chewing on the end of my quill, annoyed. Just thinking about writing a letter back to them was giving me a bad taste in my mouth and actually writing it… let's just say I would love to snap at a certain someone's big head. Potter was floating around the common room proclaiming loud and proud what he did to Eleanor Flint. I shut my eyes, counted to ten and returned to the parchment.

My life at Hogwarts has been boring so far.

Scratch that, not boring. Mother will either think I'm off form and send a pepper up potion, say that's because I'm not studying hard enough or remind me of our connections at Hogwarts i.e Percilla Goyle.

Hogwarts is interesting, but nothing to report so far.

They didn't ask how my life was at Hogwarts was but it seemed like an appropriate way to start. I could hear the voice in my head, as I wrote, turning stuck up and tight. All the phrases and posh words I was taught at home and had learned by example like a child playing dress up were coming back to me.

Third year is a busy year. I've been getting good results in every subject. I'm maintaining an above Acceptable every subject. My professors can confirm that. I apologise for not writing to you. I've been busy with my studies.

Bluff, bluff, bluff.

Father,

Better get it over and done with short and sour.

You shouldn't waste your time and energy thinking about blood traitors like the Weasleys. I am deeply disgusted to hear about your assault at the Ministry, but it happens all the time. They haven't batted an eyelash at me so far at school. They're too busy strutting around the castle like a bunch of Weasels on their hind legs. They're as filthy as the blood that runs through their veins.

I paused rereading the paragraph making sure I had covered father's fury from all angles. Then it was time for the grand finale the news that would have mother in hysterics. I hoped that she wouldn't come to Hogwarts or send a howler.

I will not be attending Hogsmeade with Percilla Goyle.

I tried to think of a suitable lie to go along with this. Just telling her I wanted to go alone wouldn't work and saying I'm going with someone else who is neither pureblood or Slytherin would her up in flames. I'm too young to be disowned. Making a model girl up would be next to impossible since mother knows everyone. She has books on family trees filling the shelves in her parlour and charts and handwritten information that she picked up at gatherings hanging on the walls. Mother loves family trees even if she's not as die hard pureblood as my grandmother.

I can't ask her, mother, I'm sorry. I can't work up the courage. She's brilliant and a rejection from her would be like the cruciatus curse. I'm too late, anyway, another boy has asked her and I think she said yes.

Merlin, I'm such a snivelling coward.

He's in her year. I will be going to Hogsmeade with my friends and hopefully, she'll show interest in me.

I must stop writing now. I have homework to do and a test to study for. Tell grandmother Narcissa I said hi and I'm thinking of her at Hogwarts. I'll be back home for the Easter break and will read her the rest of Gilda's Lost Paradise, don't continue without me!

I'll write again soon.

Your son,

Scorpius Malfoy.

I put down my quill glad to have that over and done with. My head was starting to ache from listening to Potter and his gang hollering for the last half an hour. I thought the common room was supposed to be a place to relax. I folded up my letter and tucked it into my robe pocket out of the way not caring if the ink smudged.

"Eleanor Flint is ugly as a troll," Potter made that announcement for what felt like the hundredth time but a chorus of laughter still followed. "Her teeth. Oh my Merlin, I think I have permanent bruising. She needs to get them pulled out. She'd look better with none."

Eleanor was standing at the entrance to the girl dormitories trying her best to blend in with the decorative curtains. Her teeth, which were twisted and crooked just like her dad's, were dug violently into her lip. She looked like she was about to explode.

I had an urge deep inside of me to say something, anything. Or pull an Abby and throw a book at Albus' head. I could almost feel Rose glaring at me, disgusted that I would sit through this silently. I had sat through a million of these scenarios silently. Rose would give me a kick before taking care of Potter herself and giving Flint some kind of justice.

The chair across from me creaked at the study desk snapping me out of my daze.

"Percilla likes you."

It was Clarissa or the other clone what's-her-name.

"So?" I spat without thinking. My eyes had already returned to Eleanor.

Potter kept going, "She's such a slut, like a proper whore. I could've asked her to get down on her knees and suck-"

"Shut up, Potter!" I jumped up automatically. I didn't want to hear the next word, I thought my brain would explode if I did.

Everyone in the common room stopped what they were doing and stared at me judgment and assumptions glistening in their eyes. I didn't like it. I felt completely exposed and vulnerable. I clenched the letter in my pocket getting ready for them to blow me to dust.

The silence and tension were broken by a startle Potter getting up from his kingly position on the couch and walking to towards me, slowly. I could tell he was buying time to think of what to say to me. I should've done the same thing but I couldn't gather my thoughts.

Potter cackled clutching his stomach with the force of the laughter.

"Really, Malfoy? You and Flint? I thought you had the hots for that mudblood Ravenclaw. We all know you are just some coward. You don't even belong in Slytherin, you're only here because you're a Malfoy. But you're a complete runt."

There was a break I had to say something I had to prove that I was better than him. He was just a prick that's all he would ever be.

I channelled my inner pureblood prickness that was always there. That's what I was trained and expected to do. Time to make my father proud and mother gasp.

"Shut the hell up, Potter. That's what you are a Potter! You think I don't belong here? Take a long look in the mirror at yourself. You're a fake. Your father killed, tortured, and arrested at least one person in everyone's who is here family. The blood that runs through your veins is disgusting. Mudbloods, half-breeds, squids, muggles and blood traitors. That who you are, that's what you're made up of!"

Potter's mouth was agape. What could he say? All I said was true. I had just announced to the common room his worst fears, the stuff that probably makes him bury his head in his pillow in shame. I ripped him open for everyone to see like he did to me.

No retort.

I wanted to continue, it had been ages since I've given it to someone. Truly bloody snapped for everyone to see. It felt good.

It came out of my mouth, a massive manipulation of the truth.

"You lie to housemates as well, don't you? You just did. I overheard, and I'm sure of a lot of you did too, that Potter was begging Flint to go out with him because no one else would. He threw himself on Flint and she hexed him… in a sensitive area."

The whole room stopped looking at me and their eyes fell on Potter analysing him instead. A few first years huddled in the corner started laughing into hands. I could see out of the corner of my eye Flint nodding quickly confirming my lie. She had stopped biting her lip. Relief was written all over her face.

"That's a lie!" Potter snapped.

"It isn't. Stop denying it. You can't keep up your charade forever. You're the son of the Harry Potter." I said my voice sounding confident and powerful. I spat my finale in his face, "Like father, like son. Gryffindork."

Potter inhaled sharply. Wallis stood in front of the crowd gathering behind Potter. He was shaking his head at me, furiously, turning completely red. He was starting to sweat. He was wise enough to know if I took Potter down a peg he'd be thrown into the snake pit with me. Guilty by association.

"That's a lie!" Potter repeated starting to look nervous.

"No it isn't you dumb little prick and you know it."

Potter face filled with fury, he had run out of words. Before I could even react he drew his fist back and punched me. I clutched my nose as pain exploded. I heard a crack on impact. Something hot and thick started pouring out of it.

I still had my prick pureblood persona on so I snarled at him and snapped,

"You're not a proper wizard you didn't use your wand." I coughed. "Just proves how disgusting and riddled your blood is."

He drew back his fist again, swinging full force into me. I dodged him at the last second causing him to stumble. He straightened, red in the face, his hands clipped to his side. He couldn't look me in the eyes instead he glared over my shoulder as he shrieked his next insult.

"Better go to the Hospital Wing, Malfoy. Don't come back. You're not welcome, you were never welcome just tolerated."


Author's Note: The other half of this chapter is to come. It's easier for me to post bit by bit and that way you get chapters faster. Thanks for the reviews you are the loveliest readers! Follow, Fav and review! I love and appreciate all your opinions and Scorose love.