k, I haven't done this in a bit so...DISCLAIMER: All characters, plots, and anything else you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling, I only own my interpretation, and I make no profit. Wow that was depressing. So...CHAPTER 10! I can't believe I've had 34 follows on my little story :), you guys keep me writing.
"Tell it too him straight, no use putting it off."
"Don't they teach you some sort of smooth talking in Slytherin?"
"Lie, not worth the trouble."
"Maybe if you don't send anything at all, they'll just forget about you?"
Scorpius' sighed, setting his quill on the table. It was Friday morning, and he still hadn't figured out how to tell his parents about the sorting.
"Scorp, you've got to eat something." Rose muttered worriedly. Scorpius glanced up from the ink-smudged parchment, and pocked half-heartedly at his sausage.
"Don't know why you're so worried mate. I'm mean, they're your parents, they'll be pleased with you no matter what." Al said this through a mouthful of eggs and bacon. Rose glared at him disgustedly.
"Honestly Al, your nearly as bad as James."
"Come on, no ones beats me at anything!" James Potter slid next to Scorpius, piling food onto his golden plate. Scorpius glanced at him from the corner of his eye, he hadn't seen the oldest Potter since the incident on the train and he wasn't entirely sure he trusted him.
"I can't blame Malfoy honestly" James addressed the group of first years without looking up from the table. "Last time a death eater was in Gryffindor it was Sirius Black, and they disinherited him when he was sixteen."
"Thanks James," Rose hissed angrily, turning warilly to Scorpius.
"Scorp?" She whispered, glancing at him as though he were about to explode. She patted him awkwardly on the back, giving the Potter's her best I'll kill you later glare. Scorpius' hands were trembling, his face had gone slack..
"They're. Going. To. Kill. Me." He said faintly. Rose looked taken aback.
"You don't want to believe everything-' Scorpius batted her away with his hand.
"It's not James it's well-" But suddenly the eldest Potter seemed to catch on.
"Oh, bloody hell." He whimpered, his face suddenly petrified. Rose followed his eyes up to the ceiling where the morning owls were swarming around the tables.
"Bloody hell," she echoed her face going blank. Al glanced up from his potatoes.
"What's gotten in to you lot?" He asked seeing their stricken expressions. Scorpius just gave a shudder, James didn't seem to hear the question, but Rose pointed a shaking finger towards an elegant silver owl swooping down across the table, a thick red envelope clasped in it's beak.
"Tough luck, someones got a howler," Al said grimly. And then perking up somewhat, "Hope it's one of the snakes."
"Not a snake Al, but your warmer." James said with a sneer. Scorpius seemed to find his voice at last.
"Al, that's my family owl." It took a moment for his words to sink in. Al's face suddenly darkened.
"Bit late Al," Scorpius whispered with a feeble smile. Al opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by a scarlet envelope dropping into his teacup.
Just then Adrian Wadd sat down at the table next to James.
"Hi," he greeted cheerfully reaching for the potatoes.
"'lo" Rose answered feebly. Adrian turned to them confusedly.
"What's gotten into you lot?" He followed their eyes to the teacup and swiftly pecked the soggy envelope out.'
"S'alright it's still legible," he said holding it out to Al, who gestured faintly towards Scorpius. Adrians brow furrowed.
"Seriously what are all of you bloody on about, it's just a letter." Scorpius' face had turned an unpleasant gray color.
"Best get it over with Malfoy, I've had loads from gran, it'll be worse if you wait." Adrian was still frowning.
"What's-" But just then Scorpius, his eyes firmly shut, tore open the letter.
"SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY!" A bodiless voice bellowed furiously. "NO POST FOR A WEEK AND WE HEAR FROM MALCOLM YOU'VE BEEN SORTED INTO GRYFFINDOR!" Rose winced, while Al glared furiously at Zambini. Adrian Wadd was glancing around furiously, looking for a speaker. "YOUR A DISGRACE TO THE NOBLE HOUSE OF MALFOY!" The Slytherins started to titter, James frowned, seeming torn between anger at the Slytherins and a chance to mock Scorpius. "NOT ONLY THIS BUT YOU'VE BEFRIENDED A BLOOD TRAITOR AND A MUDBLOOD!" Al shot to his feet, his face had gone very red, Scorpius' fists were shaking. YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE!" Al and Rose winced peering carefully at their friend, even James started. Suddenly Draco's voice was interrupted by a high cold one, mum he Scorpius thought, feeling suddenly very nauseous.
"Scorpion*! Comment osez-vous défier votre famille, souiller et traîner dans la boue toutes ces années de noble lignage ! Vous disparaissez dans un écran de fumée sans même nous donner de nouvelles pendant une semaine ! Ne savez-vous pas à quel point nous étions inquiets ?"
The great hall was silent, every eye was turned to the pale blond boy. Scorpius was still shaking. Don't give them the satisfaction, he thought to himself.
Scorpius stood warily, the bench creaking underfoot, and turned towards the Slytherins all of which were grinning. Zambini was pounding his cup against the table and laughing, it was a sickening sight. Scorpius gulped, and with a fixed grin Scorpius gave a great theatrical wink.
"Mum sends her love," He said with a cheeky smile, loud enough so the whole hall could hear, ignoring the sensation in his stomach, as though he'd swallowed something very large and alive. Everyone was silent, gaping at Scorpius as though he'd just announced he wanted to be a fairy princess. Then suddenly James began to titter, flashing a grin at Scorpius, who returned it weekly. Al glanced at his brother and then started laughing as well. Then Fred, Rose, Victore and suddenly the entire Gryffindor table was laughing and jeering at the bemused Slytherins, even a few Ravenclaws joined in.
Scorpius smiled feebly, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach, as though the large living something was growling and jumping about. The entire hall had joined in now laughing and jeering at the table under the green banners. The first time there all on my side and I feel bloody awful Scorpius muttered..
All of the sudden he felt a hot breath on his neck. He started, and turned to see a tall boy with white blonde hair and vacant blue eyes. Scorpius racked his brain for a name. Lorcan Scamander he remembered glancing again the the boy.
"If I were you I'd want a moment," the tall boy said kindly, Scorpius glared at his lap.
"I'd love one." Lorcan smiled sympathetically and pulled him to his feet.
"I'll distract them."
"How-" the older boy shook his head.
"Don't worry." Scorpius hesitated but nodded slowly, the older boy grinned.
Lorcan turned the the rest of the hall and pointed at a window by the Hufflepuffs announcing loudly "Look a Blithering Humdinger!" As the others turned to look, Scorpius slipped under the table made his way quietly to the double doors, catching Rose's questioning gaze as he slid out of the hall.
I never put these at the end...I'm SO sorry this is so short to anyone who follows this story, but I just COULDN'T write any more of this chapter, it was really hard and I re-did it a couple of times something I don't usually do. Anyway, next chapter is already in progress and I promise it will be the longest yet with the visit to Hagrid, Scorpius' reaction, and the return of Elodora Williams. Thank you to all who have stuck with me, I promise I'll get something GOOD out there soon.