They gazed down at him, aimed their wands, 'AVADA KA-"

"Oof!" Scorp gasped as something heavy hit his stomach, hard.

"Wake up! Scorp wake up!! Christmas!! Scorp!! Seriously."

Scorp groaned and rolled over, "Go away."

Through his half blurred eyes Scorp could see Al's face fall, sighing he sat up, "Fine. Fine I'm up! What's so important?"

"It's Christmas! That's what's important. Christmas!!" Al was practically pouncing off the walls.

"Joy," said Scorp sarcastically, "Can you just go out for a minute while I gather my Christmas cheer?" He turned the go back to sleep, and Al shoved him off the bed. Scorp yelped and jumped up, "What the hell is with people shoving me out of this bed?!"

Al ignored him, "Get dressed come down stairs and enjoy Christmas. Now." And with that he stormed out. All Scorp could manage was a half hearted, "Yeah right." He got dressed and walked down the stairs as slowly as he could.

He hated Christmas. It always starts nice, presents, food. Yet it, like very other part of his life was a little cold and impersonal, but he was always filled with hope that, maybe, just maybe his father would be kind for once. But he never was, and Christmas always ended up with his mother in her private study crying and his father swearing at someone over the floo network. After awhile Scorp just gave up on Christmas.

Taking his time he walked slowly into the kitchen where Mrs Weasley, Fleur and Percy's wife, Audrey were working on Christmas lunch. Mrs Wesley turned around beaming, "Scorpius! Dear! Oh you do sleep in late! We decided to put off presents until you got up. Lunch is in about a three hours so please don't eat until then. I want you to eat EVERYTHING on your plate."

"Thanks Mrs Weasley. Do you know where Mrs Weasley is?"

Mrs Weasley pursed her lips, "I shall assume he is doing something wholesome and completely not dangerous in the garage, and Scorpius dear, for today I would rather not know that he was doing anything different."

Scorp gulped, "Yes Mrs Weasley."

He bolted outside. Last time he was alone with Fleur, and Audrey it wasn't a great time for his hair, or his cheeks. In fact every time he was near them his scalp and cheeks ached a bit, just from the memory. Scorp had now made it a rule never to be alone with them. He got along much better with Angelina, despite the fact that he had no interest in Quidditch, which Angelina found appalling, they still manage to agree on most things. And when they didn't it made a very good discussion.

He found Angelina outside with, well, with almost everyone. Teddy, Ron, Harry, George, Fred, Dominique, Roxanne, Bill, James, Charlie, Ginny and Al. And they were all carrying broomsticks. Thirteen people carrying broomsticks. Thirteen. Not enough for a Quidditch game. Scorp suddenly had a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. He slowly turned and tried to creep towards the door.

"Scorp!" yelled Angelina. Scorp winced. Too late. Forgetting that the entire Weasley family, are very good athletes in Quidditch and in anything else, Scorp ran for it. He got about four metres before Ron, Harry and George tackled him. They dragged him back to the group laughing.

They dumped him down in front of Angelina. She grinned down at him, "Well. Well looky here. Scorpius Malfoy who doesn't like Quidditch. I think we need to educate him a bit." There was a cheer from the crowd and Angelina continued, "We're short a Chaser, so you can fill in." She held up a hand to Scorp's complaints, "Come on now. You might not have ever played but I'm sure you know the rules."

She had him there. Like every little pureblood child Scorp had grown up around Quidditch. He may not have liked it but he still knew how to play. Actually he had played a lot as a kid. He was quite good as well. He'd tried to keep that fact to himself when it came to the Weasleys, but they could sense talent.

He squirmed as they shoved the chaser gloves onto his hands and handed him a spare broomstick. A comet two-sixty. Scorp liked this broom. Just like everything old. Well, this broom was ancient, but it was better than the broom Draco had given him. A Blaze mark 6 for his seventh birthday. At the time it had been the newest broom, not even release yet. Scorp had stashed it into his closet and never taken it out again.

But now he found himself hurtling through the sky with both bludgers constantly going for his head. Curtesy of Fred and George, of course. He dodged them both and headed towards the goals, quaffle in hand. Ron dived for it and missed it by a hair before it sped through the right hoop. Angelina grinned at him, and the game went on. While Scorp's team had the advantage of Chasers, they were already one hundred and sixty points up (300 to 140), but they were still in fear of the fact that the other team had Harry. If he got the snitch after two more goals, then it was over. James had to catch the snitch quickly. Despite himself Scorp found himself wound up in the game. He sat, suspended on his broom, waiting and searching. Quickly he saw a glint of gold, and sped down to James. Scorp whispered from the side of his mouth, "North east, behind the top of left goalpost." James nodded and sped off. Time seemed to stand still, as James sped off. Harry went off after him and James pulled into a dive. Scorp groaned. Dives were Harry's specialty, no way James could pull this off. But Harry didn't dive. He knew the trick and he sped up ward as Al sped towards the goal's quaffle in hand.

"Charlie!" yelled Scorp, Charlie looked up, "Send the bludger over to Al! If he scores and Harry gets the snitch we'll tie and they'll win by default! Go!" Charlie nodded and swung the bat at the bludger sending it over to Al. Al swerved to avoid it and dropped to quaffle, just as Harry caught the snitch. Scorp cheered. They'd won! He landed on the ground and Angelina crashed into him. "Scorp! You were brilliant! Brilliant!"

Scorp blushed and pushed her away, "Come on. Everyone did they're best, not just me." Angelina shook her head, "No. You gave the advice that won us the match! Good job!"

Mrs Weasley came out, and gave them all a withering look, "Look at you all! Clean up and hurry down stairs. Lunch is ready."

They trudged inside, laughing.

After the Weasley's children's careers had taken off they had all pitched in and given their childhood home a renovation. The Burrow still had its original charm, but now equip with two extra floors, which housed seven more bedrooms and three bathrooms.

Scorp manage to get one of the first showers and get down stairs, before anyone else. Mrs Weasley had prepared something that could only vaguely be described as a feast.

Slowly people began to trickle into the dinning area. Scorp was placed between Hermione and Fred. Across from him were Lily and Angelina. It was odd to say the least. Lily was gazing at him with a funny expression on her face. Angelina was glaring at him as though she was trying to decipher the real Scorpius. Hermione was talking to Percy about the recent discussion of putting dementors back into Azkaban. Scorp would have been interested in this if Fred hadn't been kicking him.

So basically he was freaked out, scared and in pain. But that aside maybe he was wrong about Christmas after all.

He had to admit that home cooked turkey, was possibly the best thing he had eaten in his entire life. It was even better than the Hogwarts feasts. And chocolate pudding? Compared to nothing ever tasted in the history of life itself.

He was so full by the end he could barely move.

After pudding came presents. Scorp expected nothing from the Weasley's, even though he had placed presents for them all under the tree. They had housed him during the holidays, treated him like family and that was enough for him. But the Weasley's thought differently. From Percy, Audrey, Molly and Lucy he got a leather covered diary, which had an unbreakable lock, which only the first person to touch it could open. Scorp mad sure he touched it before Fred could get his hands on it. From Bill, Fleur, Vitcoire, Dominique and Louis he got a box of French chocolates. From George, Angelina, Fred and Roxanne he got a 15-galleon voucher for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. From Mrs Weasley and Mr Weasley he was given another hand-knitted sweater, green with a golden S, and some fudge brownies.

From Ron, Hermione, Rose and Hugo, Hogwarts; A History. Ron snickered as Scorp opened it and Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.

Then from Harry, Ginny, James, Albus and Lily, a colour changing quill.

Al and Rose also gave him some mouth jamming candy and a muggle novelty flower that squirts out water. They were both equally happy with their camouflage spying wall chameleon.

The rest of the day Scorp spent writing about his day in the diary Percy's family gave him. There was a knock on the door. Scorp jumped up and quickly stashed the diary under his bed.

"Come in," he called and Angelina opened the door, a book in hand. She grinned at him.

"This is my present to you. Like I said, you need to be educated." She handed the book to him. Qudditch Through the Ages In the Twentieth Century. He laughed, "Seriously?" Angelina laughed too. With a final wink, she walked out the door, leaving Scorp to read about, the Top Ten Wins in the Past One Hundred Years.

A/N: This took me so long to write. Blah torture. Writer's block, how I loathe you.

By the way the line 'Lunch is in about a three hours so please don't eat until then. I want you to eat EVERYTHING on your plate.' Is one of my mother's favourites. I've been waiting to use it for years.

Ok well today I don't have much to say today, so adios!