Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
Evil, and all that jazz.
Although many people would think otherwise, Scorpius Malfoy was not raised to be evil. His first words weren't 'Avada Kedavra'; his parent's didn't read him 'Secrets of the Darkest Art' at bedtime; his father didn't tattoo the Dark Mark on his buttock at the age of seven (this actually was a rumour spread on the Hogwarts grapevine and he had a sneaking suspicion it was Rose Weasley who started it). His childhood was utterly evil free – his Dad didn't even tell him about Voldemort or the Death Eaters until he was fourteen. So his confusion on Platform 9 ¾ before his first term at Hogwarts was completely justified: how was he meant to know why a balding redheaded man sent his Dad death-glares? Or why he told his equally redheaded daughter to beat him in every test? The redheaded daughter (who introduced herself as 'Rose, Rose Weasley. And you are?') informed him that their Dads had a thing against each other, but not to worry about it because nothing parents did made any sense anyway. The other kids at Hogwarts weren't nearly so passé about the matter though: snarky comments and whispered insults were very common in his first few weeks. Of course, once he understood all about the war, he knew why the kids did it, though it made him angrier than he could say. The ones who preached fairness to others and equal rights were the ones who bullied him the most. The ones who preached against stereotypes were the ones who stereotyped against him. Scorpius wasn't evil, but he would have to prove that the hard way.
His name (how many syllables again?)
Scorpius wasn't sure what had been going through his parents' heads when they had decided to call him 'Scoripus Hyperion'. Did they want him to be beaten to death in the schoolyard? It was tradition, his father argued. It was stupid, Scorpius had replied. Luckily for him, his generation seemed to be half made up of kids with ridiculous names. There were sisters a couple years above him called Rain and Bow, a kid in Hufflepuff called Veto and the Lovegood twins, Lorcan and Lysander. Oh, and Al, of course, claimed the horror 'Albus Severus'. Still, he would have preferred a name less likely to cause giggling each time the register was called.
Rose Weasley
Wow, oh wow. Rose Weasley. It hit Scorpius like a bludger to the face sometime in his fifth year: she was hot. He didn't know when the big toothed, bushy haired girl had gone, or where the striking beauty had come from, but Scorpius was suddenly hooked. She didn't change at all; he just saw her in a new light. Her hair was no longer annoying or something to joke about; it was now cute and soft and wow-I-want-to-run-my-fingers-through-that. Her eyes stayed the same brown colour, but suddenly he noticed just how many shade of brown there were, crammed into those small irises. Her lack of tact and stubbornness – something he had previously complained viciously about – was now entertaining and enjoyable. He had never admitted his gratitude to Al for helping them get together – he was adamant that he would have gathered the courage at some point – but his messy haired friend received a huge basket of the latest Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes merchandise the next day.
Tie Dye
Scorpius would rather parade naked before the whole school than admit that he had a thing for tie-dye clothing. It had gone out of fashion decades before. The merest mention of it produced groans and can-you-believe-they-actually-wore-that-back-then? Even someone who was completely oblivious to Muggle clothing would never wear tie-dye. Instinct – though failing to warn them about ponchos and kilts – would have the oblivious witch or wizard running back to the safety of the onesie selection. But Scorpius would not be deterred. In the privacy of his room in Malfoy manor, he set up a tie-dye workshop. Obviously, clothes people would see couldn't be used, so Scorpius found himself tie-dyeing his own underwear in the depth of the night. It was perfect: the House Elves did the washing at the manor and at Hogwarts, so not even his parents would know of his secret obsession. He hid his secret love from the world for several years, until Al, rooting around in his friend's draw for some spare socks (his were all dirty – something about James, pranks and butter had been in Al's explanation), had discovered row upon row of vibrant undergarments.
Death
Scorpius' last words had been somewhat dramatic – something about living up to his great granddaddy's name. Tally-ho had been in there somewhere too. It had been Dragon Pox that had got him in the end, along with Rose's cousin Lily. Aged about 125, his mind had been more than a little absent at the time, but what remained had wanted his last words to dispel any remaining rumours about the darkness of the Malfoy family. What dark wizard says Tally-ho, after all? It hurt more than Scorpius liked to admit that he still wasn't trusted. Most of his adult life he had spent trying to prove to the world how they were all wrong and that he really was trustable, though it had gotten to the point in the last few decades that he didn't really care anymore. Stereotypes and grudges are hard to dispel, and people liked calling the Malfoy family dark. Scorpius could only hope that people would see his children for the person they were, not their surname they carried.