Pandora's Little Pithos of Preteens
A HariPo fanfiction
by mew-tsubaki
Note: These characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This was done for my Pandora's Little Box of Terrors challenge found in the HPFC. You can find the challenge here (just take out the spaces!): http :/ forum. fanfiction. net/ topic/ 44309/ 27638002/ 1/ Read, review, and enjoy! And check out and join the forum challenge!
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Terror: Poverty
Scor is Poor
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, would you escort the first years down into the dungeons please?" Professor McGonagall asked.
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy nodded with his kind smile. "Of course, professor. Have a good night, professor."
As Head Boy for Slytherin, Scorpius had a lot of responsibility. Leading the first years around for the first time kind of sucked as one of those responsibilities, but Scorpius didn't mind it too much. He knew he could get some studying in before he went to bed for the night.
That was just it, though. Yes, he was in Slytherin. Yes, he was a Malfoy. But none of that mattered to Scorpius. He just wanted to study, get the best grades he could (though he preferred just getting the best), and maybe…he didn't know. Become an Auror? Aurors were pretty awesome.
But Scorpius lacked one thing: ambition.
How could he have done so well and been so smart without ambition? Simple: He was programmed that way. From day one, he had his nose in his books. It was a pleasant alternative to listening to his parents argue. With the words flowing off the page, he could so very easily tune out Draco's barks and Astoria's screeches. Draco didn't hit his wife, but he might as well have. The screams Astoria produced were bad enough.
Scorpius didn't know who to blame. He dragged himself out of his thoughts and instructed the bumbling first years on etiquette and other school rules. Luckily, they were fairly well-behaved, so he was able to go up to up to his bedroom in fairly short order.
He wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, though. Now that his mind had wandered… The blonde wizard sighed as he changed out of his school robes. Well, he might as well indulge those dangerous thoughts for now.
So, yes, Scorpius had no ambition. That was one thing for which he did blame his parents. On his dad's part, Draco felt comfortable with himself as he was. Draco was a successful business man with a fairly bland life, but he was alive. Apparently, that stemmed from Harry Potter rescuing him at the end of the Second Wizarding War. So Draco made the best of this life, staying out of trouble as he needed. He was too focused on staying out of trouble to bother teaching Scorpius a few things, it seemed.
Astoria had different reasons. She, too, stewed with selfishness, but she had entirely different focuses. Astoria hadn't realized just how bland and safe Draco wanted to be. She hadn't planned on that when she married him. Now she was stuck with that life. Scorpius couldn't begrudge her that because that was just her personality. But maybe if his father hadn't gotten his mother pregnant when they were so young, maybe his mother would've been able to better decide if she truly wanted to marry him.
Well, luckily for Scorpius, they had gotten together so young.
But neither of them had any get-up-and-go. Neither of them really wanted to partake in their son's life. So Scorpius was like an Inferi –he moved without any real control or goals. He just studying and worked as hard as he'd only done. Auror wasn't looking too in reach now, not with him being completely without aspirations.
He was so rich financially, and yet… He sighed. What was money without a mind?
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Aw, I wanna huggle Scor here! D: I felt this terror fit him perfectly, though. I mean, a Malfoy being poor in any aspect? Uh-oh!
Review, please! Thanks!
-mew! :D
Again, Morghen, you are the best Beta in the world! *hands over a giant Declan cookie* Likey? :3