Scorpius Malfoy in red and gold

by Magiclulajane

So this is a story I wrote in Middle school...um, yeah. I'm just gonna tell you that it's basically a badly written version of the hp books with the weirdest version of Scorpius Malfoy you will ever read. Feel free to go through it, but I wouldn't if I were you honestly. If you want to read some of my more recent writing try "The Brother" on my profile. Please no hate reviews.

2. The Scarlet Steam Engine

Steam clouded the air as the whistle sounded again, and so with one final glance at his uncomfortable parents, Scorpius turned on his heel, with an over exaggerated swish of his cloak he was off.

It was bigger than he'd thought, that was what popped into his mind when as he boarded the scarlet steam engine. The inside was brightly lit and welcoming, full of voices and laughter and smelling like sweets and oddly he noted stinksap. Scorpius shook his head, he really didn't want to know.

As Scorpius dragged his trunk past the compartments he found himself sorely longing for the trolley from the station, his trunk seemed to have gained about 100 pounds without it and it didn't help that it kept slipping onto his toes.

"Need some help?" He glanced up and was met with dark brown eyes and messy black hair. The bloke from the platform Scorpius noted taking in the tally scrawny frame and square jaw. He was obviously older than Scorpius, and the younger boys cheeks went red, much to his annoyance.

"Er yeah," he mumbled awkwardly, and then as an afterthought, "Thanks."

The boy peered at Scorpius as though expecting him to say something, and held out a tentative hand when he didn't.

"James Potter," he said confidently.

"Er Scorpius," he stated offhandedly still trying to get a good grip on his trunk, and then realizing he'd left James hanging, warily extending his hand to the raven haired boy.

James seemed to get his first good look at Scorpius then, and the blonde fidgeted under his stare. Suddenly his eyes widened and he shifted away from Scorpius.

"Your a Malfoy, aren't you?" James' carefree tone was gone, his voice was now dark and cautious. Scorpius was tempted to yell 'SO WHAT IF I AM" right in the older boys ear but thought it unwise to provoke the his temper when they were both carrying a large, heavy object.

"Yes," He mumbled quietly more to his shoes than anything else, "You can go if you want to, just set the trunk down first." Scorpius held in a sigh, already the people here hated him because of his last name.

James looked shifting uncomfortably from side to side and causing the trunk to sway from side to side, staring guiltily at the floor and glancing warily at Scorpius few moments. He then looked to his side and seemed to collapse in relief. Scorpius eyed him and then realized with a smile it was just an over exaggerated sign, James did seem a bit dramatic.

"This ones empty, I'll just drop your trunk in here," he stated rather than asked. "Well go on let go." James sound a bit bothered and Scorpius hastily dropped his corner of the trunk, stepping numbly aside and feeling a bit stupid.

There you are," Said James, obviously relieved to be leaving, and with that he turned on his heel and strutted away. Scorpius couldn't help but giggle as he sidestepped into the compartment, for once not caring in the least that he was all alone.

Once Scorpius had made sure his trunk was settled in the compartment he sunk into the comfortable leather seat and gazed out the window. His own parents would already have gone he thought, they wouldn't want to spend any more time in muggle London than they had to, at least they're better than grandpa Scorpius thought with a shudder.

Grandpa Malfoy had always been callous and mean. When he'd questioned Draco about this his father, though affronted by his boldness (a gryffindor trait "god forbid!), he'd agreed. But after a 10 year sentence in Azkaban, it should have been longer but he supposed money wasn't entirely useless, he'd gone a bit mad. Not enough to be dangerous, but he stirred up a fair bit of trouble at the manor.

Scorpius, lost in his thoughts, had barely noticed the time until he felt the train jolt, and peering out the window saw a great flesh colored blur, like a forest of hands swaying in the wind.

Kisses were blown as well as noses as families shouted they're goodbyes. Scorpius stiffened a bit as he remembered his parents stiff nods, but he wasn't one to let things get to him, in fact according to granddad he would do well to let things get to him at bit more; "where is your Malfoy pride boy?!" Alas, he was a bit mad.

And with that comforting thought in mind Scorpius gave his life one last tentative wave, and then sat back in his chair. Whatever was coming, it couldn't be much worse than what he was leaving behind.