The Secrets of the Blue Sky

Originally by J. K. Rowling
Fanfic-ed by Masked Lover

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ZOMG Deathly Hallows SPOILERS! ENDING SPOILERS!!! ZOMG!

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Chapter Two:

Scorpius Malfoy


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Albus looked a bit warily at Scorpius before sitting down in the closest seat almost immediately, positioning his belongings in a place where he deemed it would be the safest. It was nice and quiet, just like the house when James had moved out. He had missed his brother when James was gone, but soon regretted his feelings when the boisterous boy returned with noogies and pranks and horrible games that he really didn't want to play.

It was nice and quiet again.

The Hogwarts Express rolled along it's tracks like a well oiled machine. The view on the other side of window was a breath take of different images. It made him a bit hungry, all the forests of orange, tan and mango.

A flock of birds clattered by the window, then it all became a little too quiet as if a vacuum had come back and sucked all the sound out of the carriage. And Albus was growing a little hungry as well. He looked around, there was virtually no one but himself and the other boy, Scorpius, that continued to ignore him quite happily, glower when he noticed the other passenger and overall, seemed to be not okay with him staying in the same carriage as Albus after all.

No one had even passed through the carriage since Albus sat down, it was all quite strange actually. Perhaps someone had finally been hit in the eye with a firecracker and that was it. Or maybe the prefects moved in like a sack of escaping cats on a rat to try to restore order by capturing James Sirius Potter like he was escaping from Azkaban.

Albus sighed, even blowing the whole situation out of proportion was still not entertaining... Not that he'd had stayed in the same room as his brother of his own free will. Whenever Albus would start talking, James would just talk over him or make him feel embarrassed.

"..." Albus looked back at the other boy, stealing a look as they many other student had done to him and diverted his attention when the boy looked back with piercing blue eyes and and angry frown.

"Aren't you scared of me," asked Scorpius.

"A little," Albus replied, "I'm new to Hogwarts... New to almost everything... But if it's anything like Gringotts, I'm not going to like it."

The blond boy scooted closer to where Albus was sitting, "I don't like Gringotts either."

"But why would Hogwarts be anything like Gringotts," the Malfoy heir inquired, his father often spoke about the Potters with a strange look in his eyes. He never really said much about them... But when he did he said he never wanted to speak about them again and closed the issue tight with a clack of his cane.

"Hogwarts is very old... and mysterious," the Albus tried to think up things his older brother had told him about Hogwarts that weren't complete lies.

"That's your reason? That's a weird way of looking at it," there was confidence to Scorpius voice, where his nobility and pureblood heritage had had bled into his personality, "that's not what I think Hogwart's is like at all."

"So then," Albus bit back angrily, "what does Hogwarts look like to you?"

"A castle... A sprawling castle--" came a dreamy reply from the otherwise stoic Scorpius.

"--With a moat and a princess?"

"Don't you have any manners? I'm still talking!" Screeched the Malfoy heir with such shock for Albus's lack of manners and disregard for basic social conduct but the expression on Albus's face was one of confidence and honesty.

"You are mean." Albus murmured out loud and noticed that Scorpius and somehow teleported because the blonde Malfoy was right beside him looking him dead in the eye with a growl in his throat.

"What was that?"

"I said I don't know what you mean," Albus carefully enunciated, like a husband caught in a lie.

Scorpius shook his head.

"You started it," came a confused voice from Albus, like the two boys had gotten spat over a toy.

Scorpius looked beside himself and found him beside himself wondering why he was sitting beside a boy who was a complete stranger and a loner at that. Albus looked at him with green eyes filled with wonder and hope and somewhere, he felt a tug of courtesy to at least smile.

"Why am I talking to you... Why you talking to me," Scorpius gathered up his wits and surveyed the situation. The Malfoy code of conduct would dictate that he would need seek an inquiry of what his lineage and what house he intended on joining.

"What house you going into?" Scorpius snapped at the boy who didn't jump, Albus mused with a palm on his small chin about how James was fantastic preparation for the Malfoy family. "What house?!" Scorpius harped again looking deep into the depth of Albus's green eyes as if they were the forest surrounding them on both sides of the train.

"Gryffindor." Albus comfirmed. "I want to be in Gryffindor."."

The horror in Scorpius's eyes reflected an appearance of a dementor instead instead of the boy in front of him.

There was a hiss of air and Scorpius gathered himself up and headed back for his seat on the bus where he could go and broad about his predicament. He stole a look at the boy who didn't follow.

"Then we absolutely cannot be friends," explained to Albus, there was really no need to clarify his actions more than he did. Albus would learn about the REAL world soon enough. His father would be so proud of him, shattering a friendship with the illustrious son of Harry Potter. "Slytherin's can't be friends be friends with Gryffindor's." He added.

"Then come over to Gryffindor," came a calm reply, an easy answer.

"What?" Scorpius felt the carriage stop, "pardon me?"

"Be in Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat will consider you too, what you want that is." Albus scrambled and then mumbled and then blurt out something he should have elaborated on, "and don't you want to see if Hogwart's really is... Like Gringotts or a Sparkling Castle too? I mean... Thank you for not calling me stupid."

The was a strain in Scorpius's voice. "I can't... Because I'm a Malfoy. Goodbye... Mr. Potter."

Albus shouted at the clamoring boy that tripped over when hearing, "my name is Albus."

"So that's a Malfoy," said Albus staring at the spot that Scorpius had occupied, the one beside him where a wand lay forgotten.

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TBC

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Author's Commentary:
Albus is such an awkward and gangly child and Scorpius is such a queen.

I wanted to portray Albus as someone who's potential hasn't been fully discovered, he shows keen interest in muggles and muggle stories rather than normal stuff that most children in the wizarding world would prefer. He also doesn't like dark places, in my story he's close to his Uncle Dudley, who is a reformed man.

Scorpius is the typical good child, I feel sorry for him.

Tell me if you're enjoying this! I love epic fics, but 1000 words+ chapters is all I do for fanfics that take forever.

Remember I intend to have Scorpius fall in love with Albus, so I hope you're reading this with that assumption.

LOL I forgot to thank my reviewers: fayfairy, Lizzete, TraptAngel, Fedishi, Cloaked Frog, Frisky Muffin. Karu-Chan and Phantomsnow thank you taking your time to review chapter one! Much appreciated!

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"And Slytherin's reside in the underbelly of the school," Alice continued. "Typical, stereotypical." Alice looked up amused as he watched Scorpius stalk up to the sorting hat.

"I have to stop him--" Albus look for a solution. What would the real Albus do? No... That was weird. He didn't want to to that--- How about Snape? He was the most methodical and understanding of all Slytherin dilemmas, no.. Severus would have let thing be as they may...

His dad?

Albus looked at the swirling world of role models, uncertain if he would be able to rise to the occasion.

There was a lurch on uncertainty in the pit of Albus's stomach as his resolve began to drain like a water in a shoddy bucket.

He wasn't handsome... or smart... or an old wizard...

Albu was just himself... not perfect, just plain Albus.

"That's ridiculous! A load of garbage!" Came a roaring voice behind his wavering conscience. "Are you an idiot, boy?!"

His Uncle seemed to swell in the back of his head, knocking around the negative thoughts with his girth and police baton. His Uncle wasn't perfect, didn't know magic or anything about Wizarding traditions but he tried, or lied and pretended he knew. Right! His Uncle was right!

His uncle Dudley wouldn't put up with wizarding nonsense and neither would Albus.


Chapter Three: Hogwart: A History