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"Sorry I'm late, Professor. I was held up at the Min… WHAT IS MY SON DOING OVER THERE!!!!!????" Draco Malfoy looked incredulously at his son, who was sitting a distance from the rest of the Gryffindors, looking at his plate.
"Professor Malfoy, please!" Professor McGonagall called. The students noisily began to talk. The Malfoys were known for have taken an active part in You-Know-Who's side of the war.
"Professor Malfoy?" Jaclyn looked horrified.
"I refuse to let that scum teach me," James defied. "I won't take Potions this year. There is no way I'm letting him teach me." James had inherited James Senior and Sirius' general hatred of all things Slytherin.
"Now James," Freddie scolded. "That's not nice!"
"Freddie, that's a Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. He killed Dumbledore! Didn't my dad ever tell you about the war and everything?"
The realization hit Freddie. She gasped. "Merlin's pants, it's him!"
James nodded. Matthew looked at Draco disgusted.
"Sick man," he mumbled, shaking his head. "Sick sick man to kill Dumbledore."
Rose and Albus, who had begun to listen to their older siblings, just shook their heads.
"He didn't kill Dumbledore," Albus said. "Don't you listen to Dad, James?"
"Yeah, I do! And he said that Draco-"
"Was supposed to kill Dumbledore. But he chickened out and Snape did it. But Draco was a Death Eater and helped You-Know-Who torture people during the war," Rose stated. She had her mother's knack for knowing everything and her father's fear of saying Voldemort's name.
"Oh," Matthew nodded. "I still don't like him."
The Hall was becoming a turmoil of boisterous conversations, and Professor McGonagall knew it had to stop.
"Silence!" she commanded. "SILENCE!"
The buzz immediately stopped, all heads turning toward the staff table.
"Professor, please come sit next to Professor Lupin and we will discuss this mater later," McGonagall enforced. Draco stiffly took his seat next to Teddy, who not so inconspicuously moved his chair a few inches away.
"Now, let us finish this fine feast and then the first years shall go with the prefects to the common rooms. The rest of you follow suit except for Potter, Weasley and Finnigan please," McGonagall instructed. James and his friends look at each other. They'd been in school for an hour. What could they have possibly done?
The students began to eat again, still gossiping about the changes in staff. Teddy in particular was getting pointed at and waved to by quite a few of the girls. This caused Victoire to scowl. Teddy put an arm protectively around her waist, causing the female population of the school to scowl in return.
When the feast came to a close, Albus, Rose, and Nick waved good-bye to their cousins and followed the perky blond Sally Fletcher, newly appointed prefect, as she lead them to the Gryffindor tower, pointing out paintings and interesting artifacts along the way. As they past a roped off swamp, one of the first years timidly asked, "What is that exactly?"
"Fred Weasley's finest work." Freddie came up behind the first years. "I assure you've all heard of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes?"
They was a nod and collect smile through the first years.
"Well," Freddie began. "When Dolores Umbrige was Headmistress, this was one of the things Fred and George did to try to get her out. They've kept it as a bit of a monument to Fred, since he was killed in the war."
"Aren't you named for him? I notice you from the WitchGossip article earlier," a first year called. Freddie blushed and nodded.
"Well, thank you Freddie," Sally said. "Let's all get to the tower so you can all unpack." Freddie stayed with them the rest of the way.
"Now, this is the Fat Lady," Sally introduced, pointing a fat women clad in a scandalously tight pink satin gown.
"Hello," the Fat Lady said. "Password."
"Potterwatch," Sally said. She turned back to the first years. "Remember that and don't tell anybody. Please."
The first years filed into the common room, awed at its decorations and comfy looking furniture.
"Girls' dormitories that way and boys this way," Sally said. "First years have lights out by 10, so that gives you all two hours to do as you please. NO wandering the halls at night and no dueling please. The common room was just re-done. You shouldn't seen it last year. James Potter and Matthew Weasley had an indoor game of Quittich. Everything broke."
The first years scamper off and Sally sank into a chair, exhausted.
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Professor McGonagall lead a fuming Draco Malfoy and a terrified Scorpius down the corridor leading to her office. They passed by an empty classroom, where McGonagall spotted Teddy and Victoire having a moment. She waved her wand and they door closed to give them some privacy. The trio approached the gargoyle.
"Albus," McGonagall told the gargoyle, which leapt aside. She stepped onto the moving stairs, which she had put in. Walking up the stairs had gotten harder as she'd gotten older. Draco and Scorpius followed her.
"Sit," McGonagall commanded. Draco took the only available seat and left Scorpius standing. McGonagall conjured a chair for him.
"Now Draco," she said taking a seat behind her desk. "What is it you wished to tell me in the Hall?"
"Why is my son in Gryffindor?" he snarled. "Generations of Malfoys have graced Slytherin's table. Why is Scorpius suddenly put in Gryffindor of all places?"
"I truly cannot say why," McGonagall answered. "The Sorting hat works in mysterious ways."
"You don't see any of the Potters or Weasleys being put into a different house than their parents," Draco pointed out.
"Not so. 16-year-old Jaclyn was very nearly put in Ravenclaw, her brother Matthew in Hufflepuff, and little Albus tonight was almost placed in Slytherin," McGonagall told him. Draco huffed loudly.
"Can't we just, move him or something?" McGonagall shook her head.
"Where a student is placed is where he or she stays. It's ancient magic, nothing any of us can do about it," McGonagall said. "Aside, I think it might do you son good being away from that environment."
"What is that suppose to mean?" Draco asked, offended. "Are you saying I do not raise my son suitably?"
"Good night Draco, Scorpius," McGonagall said gently. "I will take you to Gryffindor." She wrapped her arms around the boy's shaking shoulders.
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Freddie stood atop the Astronomy Tower, waiting for Cedric. She shivered in the cold night air, wishing she had brought a thicker sweater. Light appeared from the trap door in the roof as Cedric pulled himself through.
"Hey," she greeted with a smile. "Cold tonight."
Cedric nodded, sitting beside her on the ledge.
"So, how was your summer?" he asked.
"Fine," Freddie answered. "Percy and Penelope moved to France since Percy was appointed the English ambassador to the French ministry. Pearl goes to Beauxbatons now."
"Wow, it must have been hard for you," Cedric said. "I knew you guys were close."
"We write," Freddie shrugged. "It'll work out. What about you? I didn't get much out of Jess what you guys did."
"We went to China to see my mom's parents for a few weeks," Cedric said. "And then to Ireland for my dad's family reunion."
"Wow, world traveler," Freddie joked, pushing him playfully. Cedric laughed and pushed her back.
"Oh no," Freddie said. "You did not just do that."
"Maybe I did," Cedric shot back.
"Well than I have every right to do this. Aguamenti!" Freddie pointed her wand at Cedric as a stream of water hit him in the face.
"Freddie!" he shrieked. "You're in so much trouble." He chased her around her around the top of the tower. She tried to get away, but he final managed to get one arm around her waist.
"Let go!" she said. He just shook his head and started tickling her madly.
"S-stop!" she yelled, laughing to hard. She finally pulled away and just looked at him.
"We're nuts," she said looking up at the sky. Cedric came over and put on hand on her shoulder.
"It's amazing," she said, gazing up at the stars.
"So are you," Cedric said and then wished he hadn't. But Freddie turned and looked at him.
"Your pretty okay yourself," she said softly, drawing closer to him. Their breathe mixed and their nosed touched. Freddie leaned in and felt Cedric kiss her full on the mouth. She stood their for a moment, not quite believe it was happening. His arms wound around her waist and Freddie moved her hands behind his neck. She had missed him so much over the summer and her heart stopped whenever she received one of his letters, hoping it wouldn't contain the news of a girlfriend or crush. She had been friends with Cedric since the first year at Hogwarts and now…now it was perfect.
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Albus looked up as the portal opened and Scorpius Malfoy came into the common room. Most of the students were asleep, but Albus was up reading his aunt's copy of The Beetle and the Bard. Scorpius sat on a chair across from him.
"You can read ruins?" he asked softly. Albus looked up and nodded.
"Wow, that's amazing," Scorpius said. "Wish I could."
"My aunt taught me," Albus told him. "Hermione Granger?"
Scorpius nodded.
"She's an amazing witch."
That wasn't what Albus was expecting. He had thought Scorpius would have his father's hatred of all things Muggle.
"Is it true that made a whole batch of Polyjuice Potion in her second year?" Scorpius asked. Albus nodded.
"That's amazing. My dad's the new potions master and he still struggles with it sometimes."
"Your dad's potions master now?"
Scorpius nodded.
"I'm not exactly thrilled. I wanted to come to Hogwarts to get away from him," he said.
"Get away from him?" Albus asked. Scorpius nodded again.
"My dad's always asking for so much of, so much more than I'm capable of. I feel so much pressure around him, like I'm not the son he wanted or something," Scorpius said. He looked around at the common room. "In all honesty, I'm glad to be in Gryffindor. It's one less thing I have in common with my dad. I'm not exactly proud of his past."
"I get what you mean," Albus said.
Scorpius looked at him like he was crazy. "Your dad's Harry Potter. How could you not be proud of him?"
"My dad's human," Albus said simply. "He made mistakes like everybody else."
Scorpius yawned. "You wanna go up to bed?"
Albus nodded, wondering if he could have possibly just made a new friend.
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