Fields can make you forget things. Fields can make you believe that anything is possible. That maybe you could become an owl, a glide through the night sky. Fields can make you believe that you're special. That some how there is a reason for you're suffering.

What Scorp liked about this particular field, was that it gave him cover. He could easily hard from Rose in this field, with its tall brown grass and numerous moving animals to send her on the wrong trail.

Sure he felt kind of guilty hiding from her, and yes perhaps an hour was slightly childish, but Scorp didn't want to go back to the burrow.

They were all happy there, and they had tried to bring Scorp into the celebrations, but he felt too much like an outsider. Too much like… like… like a cuckoo, who had been welcomed in and treated like he belonged when in actual fact he didn't.

So he lay there, silently listening to Rose trample around the field, occasionally stifling a giggle when she tripped over.

It had all started the night before. Well really it had started on boxing day, when Harry had left for work, just telling the kids that is was 'something important'. But Rose, Al and Scorp knew what it was. They knew from how Ginny had frowned and not kissed her husband goodbye, like she always had done in the past. They knew from the way Harry had asked Teddy to come with him. They knew from they way that, a day after, Teddy had returned grinning and secretive.

And then, four days after Harry had first left, they came. Harry smiling widely shoved James Potter, Sirus Black and Remus Lupin through the door, right into the astonished Weasley faces.

Of course it was wonderful to see everyone so happy, but Scorp had felt out of place. Even with Sirus, with whom he had at least a blood bond, he just didn't fit.

So he had quietly removed him self from the house, taking Grin, his diary, a few books and a sketch pad with him.

But it wasn't like he'd gone without telling the Weasleys. He'd sent Grin off with a letter explaining his absence, and she has returned with a pocket tent and a bag of sandwiches. After that every morning, noon and night he received food from Mrs Weasley and a note, pleading for his return. And every time he just replied that he was giving them 'space'.

It had all been going fine until Grin had arrived on the second day, followed.

As Grin slowly came down on his arm, Scorp had heard rustling not far from him, and over the grass he could see bushy red hair.

He'd barely escaped if a field mouse had not shuffled the grass a few metres away.

After that Grin was much more careful with how she delivered the food.

Everything had been going fine. He spent his days, reading, sketching and listening.

He was living a life of fear, but what is life without a few good jolts.

But then again, the jolts Scorp got when Rose started to close in on his campsite were something he would never wish on another man. No matter how evil they were.

But nothing came close the horror Scorp woke to on the fifth day. He woke up, as usual, got dressed, as usual, opened the flap, as usual and got slapped in the face, as not as usual.

He fell back, getting a better view of the angry red head in front of him. To say the least Rose was livid.

"Scorpius Malfoy! Do you have any idea how long I've been out here?"

"Two days?" answered Scorp timidly.

"Yes! Two freakin' days Scorp! There are snakes, mice and it's itchy!" she yelled, with a slight shudder.

Scorp tried to change the subject, "Snakes are too bad! They can be quite friendly."

Rose scoffed, "Yeah right, friendly snakes. You sound like a Parseltongue!"

Scorp ignored her, "Why are you here Rose? Shouldn't you be celebrating with your family?"

Rose turned her head looking at the field, "It's not like I was worried or anything! Grandma sent me out here to make sure you were okay."

Scorp's heart seemed to sink just a bit but he ignored it, "Well I'm fine as you can see. Leaving now?"

Rose shook her head, "Nah, I think I might just stay here. It's quite nice. Peaceful."

Scorp groaned. Reaching back into the tent and grabbed his sketchbook, "I'm going for a walk." He announced. He pushed Rose aside and walked off into the grass.

Over the past few days He had successfully made a decent path through the grass, leading to a dam.

The dam had obviously been unattended, like the grass, for many years. This had given it a chance to grow magnificently. The dam was now home to two families of ducks, some fish, a large variety of insects, some snakes and, at last count, around ninety frogs.

Scorp made his way along the bank and to a cluster of rocks. He sat down and pulled out the pad. He gazed around at the scenery, looking for something interesting to sketch. Something rustled by his foot, a snake. Scorp grinned.

"Stay there" he whispered. The snake halted, staying in the same position for the next fifteen minutes while Scorp sketched it in detail. Once he was done he whispered his thanks and the snake slithered off.

"Nice sketch." The voice came from behind him. Scorp dropped the sketchbook and jumped up, only to tumble forward and fall into the water.

The surprisingly deep water crashed all around and he sunk deeper and deeper in what felt like hours. Finally he came up, gasping for air, only to see Rose grinning down at him.

Scorp scowled, "How long have you been there?" he asked accusingly.

Rose shrugged, "Long enough. What did you say to the snake?"

Scorp's scowl deepened. He didn't answer, he simply climbed out of the water.

Rose handed him a towel and he started to dry off. It was only after he handed to towel back did he realize that Rose was wearing only board shorts and a bikini top. Blushing he turned away to inspect the sketchbook.

Only a few drops of water had hit it, thankfully.

Scorp sighed in relief, and then turned back to Rose, "What are you doing here? How did you know there was a dam here anyway?"

Rose looked at him like he was an idiot, "Scorp. I'm here almost every week. You think I wouldn't have found this by now?"

Scorp frowned. How could he have thought that it was his secret? Easy. He had so many that almost everything was a secret.

He sank back down on a rock and Rose joined him. She picked up a flat pebble and sipped it across to water. Scorp watched the ripples spread out. Circles from inside of circles.

Rose finally gave up with the pebbles and turned to Scorp.

"So. Anything you want to tell me? I mean I've already figured it out but it'd be nice to hear it from you."

Scorp smiled weakly, "What do you want to know?"

Rose thought for a minute, "Are you really a Parseltongue?"

Scorp nodded.

"How come? I know no matter how pure the Malfoy blood is, they're not related to Salazar Slytherin."

Scorp nodded, "Their not. My mother's side is very distantly related to Slytherin. They haven't had a Parseltongue in years. Lucky me."

Rose studied his face carefully, "Why'd you run out here? Everyone misses you. Sirius especially. He wants to thank you."

Scorp sighed, "I don't belong with you lot, Rose. I'm a Malfoy. I may be a really bad Malfoy, one who doesn't care about blood status or even social status, but I'm still a Malfoy. And Malfoys don't mix with Weasleys or Potters."

Rose gaped at him, "Don't belong?" she asked astounded, "Scorp! That's stupid! You get along with everyone! Is this because of James? I thought he was nicer now!"

Scorp swallowed, he throat burning, "James is fine. Look, forget I said anything. Just move onto another question."

Rose sighed in defeat, "You're one weird guy Scorp. You act like a muggle, but you're an amazingly talented wizard. You're brilliant at quidditch, yet you deny it. You speak to snakes, and…" she bit her tongue and looked away.

"And what?" demanded Scorp.

"I don't want you to be mad at me Scorp!" said Rose, still not looking at him.

"Why would I be angry at you?"

"Well," she finally turned back to him, tears in her eyes, "I umm. I saw you're wrist, and I-I did some research." She gulped and turned away again.

"Well I'm sure you know what I found."

Scorp felt the anger creep up into his throat. He gulped down all the nasty things he wanted to yell at her. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out and the anger slowly fell back down into the pit of his stomach. Finally he opened his eyes. "I want you to tell me what you found."

Rose let out a small whimper.

"Rose," Scorp, said firmly, "I need you to say it out loud."

Rose whispered something.

"I can't hear you Rose. Say it clearly."

Rose spoke again, still deathly silent, but Scorp could hear.

"You're a… a… Gazer."

Scorp slumped in defeat, "Yeah. Yeah I am"

Rose hugged him fiercely, "Oh Merlin!"

Scorp pushed her back, "Hey now! I may be a Gazer but that's nothing to get all upset about is it?"

Rose brushed away her tears, "You don't know?"

Scorp was afraid now, "Know what?" he asked.

Rose glanced at his wrist and then back at his face.

"Along with the gift of Gazing, comes… comes…"

"Comes?!" yelled Scorp impatiently.

Rose gulped, "Gazers always, always, suffer deeply. Every recorded case of a Gazer, has been of someone who has challenges in their life. Often… often Gazers don't live very long."

Scorp was struck dumb. He hadn't heard that part before. He knew that it sucked to see what people had done, or will do. He knew it sucked to know how and when someone will die, and too see it in full colour. By the age of seven Scorp had seen things that people three times his age would never see.

But he had never seen his own death. Never thought for a minute that Gazing would lead to an early death.

The silence rolled on, and Rose waited patiently.

Finally Scorp spoke, "Lets do something else."

Rose looked at him carefully, "Scorp, maybe you want to talk about it?"

Scorp shook his head, "No. Lets do something else." His tone held no room for discussion.

Rose sighed, "Fine. How about you sketch me?"

Scorp looked at her, "You want me to sketch you?"

Rose nodded cheerfully, "Come on! I saw your sketch of that snake! I know you're good!"

Scorp nodded in defeat, "Fine, Umm go sit on that rock over there." He pointed to a rock further away.

He took longer to sketch Rose than he normally would. He stressed that he had to get her hair right. He had to make sure that her eye shone the way they did in real life.

He had to make sure she ended up exactly the same as she was in real life.

It took him an hour the finish it and even then it wasn't perfect. But beside that he smiled.

"It's like from the Titanic." He said.

"The what?" Rose asked as she got up stiffly from her rock.

"The Titanic. It's a muggle movie, based on the ship Titanic which was sunk by an iceberg."

"Never heard of it." Replied Rose.

Scorp smiled to himself, "I'll show it to you one time, Rose."

A/N:

WRITER'S BLOCK SUCKS!!! This chapter took me a week to start and two days to finish. My conclusion? Writer's block is evil and must be destroyed. Oh well. I hope you enjoyed this one. It's my favorite so far. I've been looking for a reason to have a Rose/Scorp chapter for a while. I'm just realizing now that the character's name in Titanic is Rose as well. Accidental coincidences are fun. I'm really sorry for the delay of the chapter, I hope you can forgive me.

Oh and also I can see some people have a having a problem with me putting too many special abilities into Scorp (e.g. Gazing, good with cars, good at sketching, good at magic, parseltongue.) I probably shouldn't have pointed this out, now more people will be annoyed, but I want to apologize. I didn't mean to, it's just I wanted more things to irritate Malfoy (I mean really, his son is a parseltongue and he's not? I'd be pretty angry!) and I also wanted that scene of Scorp sketching Rose.

OK wow that was a long author's note. Well goodbye now.

Next Chapter: Back to School and a Talk with Zane.