heyyyy! yes I wrote more...and I have no plans for this or any other story I might be writing at the moment...plans don't work for me cause you actually have to follow them...proofread by my marauders, Ninja Giraffe and Alina Lassiter (who really needs to post her stories!)... I think thats the end of my rant...OH wait! vote for your favorite marauder on my profile!...now thats really it this time...
~Prongs
As he neared the dormitories his newfound resolve started to waver. What the hell was he doing? No one wanted him here…no one would even go near him really.
"Fear." He whispered to himself as the realization dawned on him. They were as afraid of him as he was of them. Well he wasn't exactly afraid of them, more afraid of not being accepted by them. But it was the basic premise.
He was startled when he realized that he was standing in front of the door to the first years' dormitory. He swallowed the prominent lump in his throat and boldly opened the door, walking in as if he owned the place- a sharp contrast from the sheer terror and inner turmoil that he was feeling inside.
It turned out that his show of confidence was entirely unnecessary, because everyone, except one boy, was already asleep. This boy looked up from his book as Scorpius entered, but offered nothing by way of an introduction. Scorpius braced himself, thinking, "The sorting hat must have put me in Gryffindor for a reason", swallowed his fears, and walked up to the other boy, extending his hand.
"My name is Scorpius." He said, flinching slightly at the waver in his voice. This did not go unnoticed, as the other boy raised one eyebrow, and set his book to the side, standing up as he did so.
"I know," he said, echoing the older boy's words from earlier, though with much less underlying malice. The way this boy said it, it was more like a statement of fact, than a scornful remark. It was through this train of thought that Scorpius realized just how similar the two boys looked, and deduced that they must be related in some way.
He didn't have long to ponder the truth value of his speculations as the next thing the boy said confirmed his deductions.
"I'm Albus Potter." He introduced himself, shaking Scorpius' outstretched hand. "But all my friends call me Al." He finished with a smile.
"Damn!" Scorpius thought. This only caused more problems for his already overworked mind. Now what was he supposed to call him! He didn't realize that this was a sort of test, thought up by Albus. If he wanted to be his friend, was the reasoning behind this, he would call him Al.
"Pleasure to meet you…Al?" Scorpius said in a tentative questioning tone. Albus smiled in return and replied, "Pleasure to meet you too, Scorp." In a tone so sure it left no room for questioning that this was what he would be calling Scorpius.
Scorpius chuckled quietly in a scared sort of way as he made his way over to what he assumed would be his bed. Albus had already laid back down, and was already immersed in his reading. As Scorpius got ready for bed he thought over the events of the day. Though it had started out horribly, the ending hadn't been all too bad. He already had a friend. As he lay down one last thought entered his mind before sleep claimed him.
"I can do this."