Hello :) Here is Chapter 2. Thank you very much to lostgurl33, who reviewed, and to the other awesome people who followed and favorited my story :)

Also, I found out from a reliable source that McGonagall would have retired by 2017, so she shouldn't be headmistress in this story :S I will chamge it if I can be bothered, but if I don't please overlook it! :)

Disclaimer: I disclaim everything.


Breakfast in The Great Hall was disturbed by the usual arrival of the Owl Post. Scorpius looked up in excitement, as his father's eagle owl, Pavo (named after some distant constellation) dropped an envelope into his bowl of cereal. Scorpius fished it out of the milk, and brushing a cornflake off, he saw in dismay the red envelope, and wax seal that marked a Howler.

"Uh oh" he said, and swallowing, he opened it, knowing that the consequences otherwise would be very bad.

The voice of his father rang out through the hall, but it had lost the kind tone Draco always used when he was talking to his son.

"SCORPIUS MALFOY! YOUR MOTHER AND I WERE MOST DISAPPOINTED TO FIND OUT THAT YOU WERE SORTED INTO GRYFFINDOR! YOU HAVE BROKEN A GREAT FAMILY TRADITION, AND YOU HAVE COMPLETELY RUINED OUR FAMILY HONOUR! I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! THE ONLY REASON WE WILL NOT DISOWN YOU IS THAT YOU ARE NOT COMPLETELY INCOMPETENT, AND SORTED INTO HUFFLEPUFF, BUT DON'T EVEN THINK THAT WE WILL BE HAVING YOU FOR CHRISTMAS!" The letter hovered in mid-air, as if deciding what to do next, until it flew in front of his face, and turned into the jeering face of his Slytherin cousin Lyra, who had left last year. She opened her mouth, as if to say something insulting, but another voice came from it.

"Scorpius! Scorpius!"

"No, go away" he mumbled, pushing the offensive relative out of his face.

"Scorpius, wake up!" Scorpius woke up, sitting bolt upright in bed, his head connecting with a painful crack with the head of Albus, who was leaning over him.

"What?" he said wincing, rubbing his head.

"Sorry" said Albus, also rubbing his head. "It's two in the morning. You were rolling around and making weird noises. You were sat up in bed at one point, and you were saying 'nononono'. You seemed rather distressed, I woke you up."

"Oh. Okay, thanks. Goodnight then" he said hurriedly. So it had been all a dream. His father wasn't cross with him. He might be when he got the letter though.

It had been a week since Scorpius had been sorted into Gryffindor, and he still hadn't told his father. It had been something he had been dreading: something that had kept him up at night worrying about, that image never getting out of his head of his father's face, filled with disappointment in his son. He knew he was being silly, and he was probably worrying his parents by not writing (he had had three letters asking if he was alright already), but he had a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that they might not want him back come Christmas time when they found out. That dream had not helped this.

The next morning, Scorpius got dressed and went down for breakfast. Luckily, Albus seemed to have no recollection of the previous night, so Scorpius didn't mention it. His stomach lurched at the sound of the arrival of the Owl Post, and looking up, his saw Pavo: his grey wings fluttering as he hovered over Scorpius' head, and landing on the table.

No, it was alright. It was a white envelope. He had to stop this...

He tore open the envelope, and read the letter enclosed.

Scorpius! Are you alright? Your mother and I are both very worried
about you. You said that you would write the day after you arrived, but you haven't for a week! Are you in the hospital wing? Your mother was going to write to Professor McGonagall, but instead I sent Pavo.

How has your week been? What lessons do you like? Have you made lots of new friends? Please write soon.

Dad

PS I instructed Pavo not to leave until you write a letter, so you should probably start writing!

Scorpius sighed at the letter. Now he would have to write, and then, they would know the truth. He could wait a few more hours though, couldn't he?

That day was a Saturday, so Scorpius, Albus and Rose walked outside to sit underneath a beech tree by the lake. With no homework due in for the next day, and no lessons to attend, their first weekend at Hogwarts seemed like it was going to be a quiet one.

If that owl didn't go away.

Scorpius had assumed that Pavo would fly to the Owlery when he left the table, but after swallowing the leftovers of Scorpius' sausage and bacon, the eagle owl flew after them; hooting indignantly at being left behind. When he had caught up, he flew around Scorpius (who was now sitting beneath the beech tree with his friends) in a circle, to land on his head.

Having a large and heavy eagle owl landing on your head was quite a surprising thing to happen, and nobody but Pavo was shocked to see Scorpius let out a yell and stand up, shaking his head vigorously. The owl fell in a heap to the ground, and getting up haughtily, he flew up to a branch of the tree, ruffling his feathers, trying to look unabashed. He tried another method. He was soon screeching loudly in Scorpius' ear, with a painfully high shriek, and several people turned around to see what was making the cacophony.

"Can you make him stop?" shouted Albus, his hands over his ears. "What does he want?"

"A letter." Scorpius answered grimly. "Apparently he's on strict orders from my father not to stop annoying me until I write."

"WRITE THEN!" Rose shouted.

Of course she didn't understand, how could she? Almost every Weasley had been in Gryffindor, and none of them would have cared less if they had been placed otherwise, in fact, their cousin Lucy, who had left last year was a Slytherin, and as far as Scorpius could tell, she got on with the family as well as anyone else. But for the Malfoys, things were different. Every single Malfoy that Draco could think of had been Slytherin. He was the first to break that pureblood chain.

He groaned. "Fine then, I'll go up to my dorm to get some parchment! Happy now?" he said to the owl. Pavo ceased his screeching, and Scorpius jogged back to the castle, knowing that he would start again if he didn't go now.

After entering the Common Room, and locating some parchment, he sat down, and taking a deep breath, he began to write.

Dear Mum and Dad

I am really sorry I didn't write: it must have slipped my mind! I am settling in fine in Hogwarts. I have made some new friends" (here, Scorpius didn't put in the names of Albus and Rose, knowing that his father might recognise the names) and I am really enjoying Charms especially. I managed to do the levitation charm in our second lesson!

I'll write again soon,

Scorpius

PS, Can you tell that bird to go away? He's been driving us crazy!

Scorpius berated himself. He had deliberately avoided writing down his house. Well, he didn't have to tell them... He could hide his Gryffindor robes whenever he went home for holidays, and just hope he wouldn't get into trouble, and have a letter home, which might expose his secret. They couldn't even accuse him of lying, because he wouldn't have even told them he was in Slytherin. Yes, that was what he was going to do.

He heard a hooting from outside his window.

"If I could, I would turn you into a lemon" he said to the owl warningly, realising how random that perfectly normal thought in his head sounded when spoken out loud.

He handed Pavo the letter. The eagle owl hooted, and nipped Scorpius' hand almost apologetically, then flew quickly out of the window, not wanting to risk finding out if Scorpius had paid enough attention in Transfiguration to turn him into an inanimate object. Scorpius watched as the owl sped across the lake, and until he was a tiny speck getting smaller and smaller on the horizon. He turned away from the window, and went back out of the castle to join his friends underneath the beech tree.


"Hey! You! Malfoy!" Scorpius swung around at the mention of his name. Rose, who he had been walking with stopped too, and frowned when she saw who it was. A sixth year Ravenclaw was standing behind them, sneering down at him from his sizeable height.

"What is it?" Scorpius asked wearily, half knowing what the answer was going to be.

"I heard your dad is a Death Eater" He knew that was what he was going to say. At least ten people had said it to him already, and he had only been at Hogwarts for two weeks. Rose came to his defence again.

"He used to be a Death Eater, yes. But he isn't now. He was forced into it- he didn't choose it himself." Rose said, turned away. "Come on, Scorpius. Let's leave this oh so clever Ravenclaw to check out his facts before he accuses people of things." They left the grinning Ravenclaw shaking his head mockingly. Scorpius hated people sometimes. Rose and Albus had both been very supportive of him: even Albus, who was normally considerate and quiet had told several people where to go when they mocked his friend. Scorpius appreciated this of course, but it made him feel bad, and weak that he seemed so dependent on his friends for protection.

Apart from all of this, life at Hogwarts had been good. He discovered in his first potions lesson that he had no knack in the art of potion making, due to a large explosion, and a cauldron full of mush that was meant to be the cure for boils which exploded in his face. This resulted in a visit to the hospital wing, where Madame Pomfrey had to treat him for large angry boils on his face, burns from the hot cauldron, and an allergic reaction to porcupine quills. No, Scorpius decided. He wouldn't take potions for his OWLs, that was for sure.

And he had had a reply from his father, not inquiring of his house, but telling him that he was proud of him, and he hoped that he would have an excellent year. Life at Hogwarts had become very good indeed, and Scorpius decided that he would stop worrying about this whole thing.


That's all for Chapter 2 :) Please tell me what you think! Chapter 3 should hopefully be up this time tomorrow, but I have a history exam the day after, so I'm not sure if I will have time to revise for that, and edit Chapter 3, I'll have to see (I really should be revising now, but my procrastination skills are very good :L)

Anyway, until next chapter! (Please Review!)