Firstly, I'm REALLY SORRY for that 3 week wait I sprained my wrist and I couldn't type (just got the brace off) So, I'm getting back into the swing of this story and I'm sorry if this chapters a little rusty MORE IS COMING!. Next... 26 REVIEWS AND 44 FOLLOWERS! (The 23 favorites did not go unseen either) I really appreciate that guys, it's awesome to know people are reading/following Scorpius. A shout out to XoXo-Smiley-Riley-OxOx who has given this story it's first appearance in a community :) I'm really enjoying writing this and I'd love it to get some more exposure, so that brings us nicely to order three...please if you have the time, get the word around about little Scorpius, favorite, follow, review, and if you know anyone with a community that might be interested feel free to PM me! Ok sorry for that endless authors note, as always I own nothing, this chapter has Hagrid, and a little bit of a time jump, were headed to halloween...:)

No one seemed to notice them walking out of the great hall, it was just as though he'd never left, Scorpius thought grimly glancing down at the red mark across his forearm with a shudder.

"Scorpius?"

Rose who was peering worriedly over his shoulder touched a finger to the spot. A searing pain spread through his wrist.

"Ah!" He let out a sharp cry, Roses brow furrowed and she quickly dropped her hand.

"Are you all-"

"Fine," he answered quickly through clenched teeth, his arm still felt as though someone had pressed white hot metal to the spot where Roses finger had been a few seconds ago.

"Mate are you-"

"I'm fine!" Rose opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off.

"What'd you reckon it wanted with Yaxley?" Al frowned.

"Dunno, but, I mean they can't have brought, well whatever that was in if they thought it was any danger to her, right?" Scorpius' face darkened.

"Whatever that was it's a danger to everyone. You heard what McGonagall said, we weren't meant to escape, that thing should have killed me, were just lucky Rose doesn't lose her head in a crisis." He smiled for the first time since breakfast, glancing over at Al. Rose grinned and looked over at her cousin too. Al frowned.

"What have I done?"

"'What is that thing?'" Al blushed furiously.

"It was a perfectly good question."

"It was trying to kill me!" Al grinned sheepishly and Rose laughed, shoving open the double doors that led on to the grounds. There's something very odd about this Scorpius thought, something he'd heard his father say...

"Yaxley!" He exclaimed suddenly turning towards Al and Rose who looked confused.

"Yeah what about her," Rose asked, looking at him as though he'd gone mad. Scorpius shook his head trying to clear his thoughts.

"I've heard that name before." Al was starting to look at him worriedly too now.

"She's our defense professor." Scorpius felt his ears go pink.

"I know that, but my father, he mentioned a Yaxley, if I could just remember why..." Albus looked suddenly wary, he glanced up at Scorpius and then quickly back down at his shoes.

"Scop," Al said softly not meeting his eyes. "If your dad mentioned him is it possible-"

"That he's a death eater," Scorpius said, a little defensively. Al held his hands out.

"Not to be-ow! That's my foot Rose!" Rose rolled her eyes at her cousin and looked back at Scorpius carefully.

"Scorpius," she said softly. Scorpius glared down at his shoes, why did everyone always assume that the Malfoy's were on the wrong side of things. Yaxley could have been one of Draco's friends from France, or someone from school or the ministry, or...

Rose was still staring at him as though he were a very tricky essay she had to have done by morning. She opened her mouth then changed her mind, her face had gone red as red as her hair on the cold September afternoon. She started again.

"Scorpius," She put her hand on his shoulder, Scorpius' kept his eyes on his trainers. "You know that's not what we mean but," She shrugged helplessly. "You've got to admit it's a possibility." Scorpius looked up at her pleadingly.

"Drop it," Al muttered nudging Rose, who frowned, but closed her mouth.

They walked the rest of the way to Hagrids in silence. The gamekeeper's house was much easier to find than the greenhouses, though he wouldn't have dreamt the giant man lived there if not for the huge pair of red galoshes outside the door.

Hagrids hut was a small wooden shack on the edge of the forbidden forest. It was a sort of grayish color spotted with a greenish mold that made it look about 70 years old. Scorpius didn't think it looked nearly big enough for a normal person, let alone the giant man from the platform.

"Do we just knock?" Rose asked looking warily at the shack. Al shrugged.

"'Spose," he said and with that he jumped up the soggy steps and rapped loudly on the door. There was a scratching noise from inside followed by what sounded like a howl, and hagrids large hair face appeared in the crack.

"Alright, Al, Rosie?" He beamed at the two of them, Hagrids eyes seemed to grow colder when he saw Scorpius. "Malfoy," he added gruffly, Scorpius flushed, and Rose placed her arm protectively over his shoulder. Hagrid's eyes narrowed. He seemed like he was about to say something but Al interrupted.

"Hagrid, what's that monster behind the billowing cape thing doing in the dungeons?" Hagrids jaw dropped, Rose pressed her face into her hand muttering something about tactless cousins. Al glanced at them oddly as if they'd just done something a bit mad, then his eyes widened. "Oh and what's it want with professor Yaxley?" They all stared at him.

"What?" Al asked curiously. "Oh yeah," Al said nodding at Scorpius, "And was Yaxley ever a death eater?"

Hagrid had gone very white.

"Well?" Al said loudly. "Do you know anything about the creature in the dungeons because it nearly kill-"

"Shh," Hagrid pressed a finger to his lips and did a sort of frantic dance. Al frowned.

"Are you doing a mime? Because it's not a very good one unless you need the lou-" Hagrid frowned, he had now gone a sort of purple that reminded Scorpius of badly mixed current ice cream.

"Stop shouting," he whispered quickly glancing across the grounds.

"But what is the-" Hagrid pressed a hand over Al's mouth.

"Come inside," he muttered quickly, "Seems ye got a lot ter tell me."

There was only one room inside Hagrids hut. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on an open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.

"Make yerselves at home," Said Hagrid, pulling four muggs out of the cupboard and nicking the kettle off the fire. Al slid awkwardly onto the edge of the bed, Scorpius leaned carefully against the wall, glancing over at Rose. He looked back over at Hagrid who was pouring water into the tea leaves.

"Anyone fancy a cuppa?" He asked, meeting there eyes for the first time since the Al had knocked.

"Hagrid," Rose asked stonily. "What's behind the billowing barrier in the dungeons?" Hagrid dropped his cup.

"How do ye know about Mandy?" Scorpius started.

"Mandy?"

"Yeah, she's a rare breed that one," Hagrid suddenly looked a bit smug, "Giant bowtruckle nearly extinct, bought her off a chappie outside the ministry-bit odd that one seemed eager to get rid of it if you ask me-mind there not easy to care for, bowtruckles, but they make excellent-"

"Yes," Scorpius asked eagerly, forgetting all his nervousness at seeing the giant.

"Now don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly, "You'll get yerselves mixed up in things you don' belong in." Albus frowned.

"But why's there a vanishing cabinet down there?" Hagrid who'd just finished brushing up the pieces of his mug, dropped the one he'd been pulling out of the cupboard.

"How'd ye know about that?" Albus' face darkened.

"We went through it"

"Ye WHAT!" Hagrid said furiously. Rose tilted her head.

"Well we were a bit lost..." Hagrid looked as though he was about to say something, but he snapped his mouth shut.

"Well there's got to be a way in, don' there, doors locked an all."

"But what's it want with Yaxley?" Scorpius asked quickly.

"Rubbish," Hagrid said hotly. "The bowtruckle don' have anything to do with Professor Yaxley, it's only guardin' the-"

"Yes," Scorpius said again.

"I'm tellin' yeh-yer meddling' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget Mandy, an' yeh forget what she's guardian', that's between Professor McGonagall an' the Order of the Phoenix-"

"Aha!" said Scorpius. "So it's guarding something!" Al grinned.

"And there's someone called the Order of the Phoenix is there?"

Hagrid looked furious with himself.

"So what'd you reckon the Order of the Phoenix is?"

It was evening, and the Gryffindor common room was very noisy. Scorpius, Al, and Rose were crowded around the fire, charms essays abandoned at there feet.

"Dunno," Scorpius answered moving his quill which was slowly turning his parchment blue. He felt restless, he knew his father had mentioned Yaxley before...

"What do you think it's guarding? Must be something really valuable-or really dangerous."

Al had said this at least three times already this afternoon.

"Or both." Scorpius finished since Hagrids they'd been wondering what could possibly need such heavy protection. Indeed by this time Scorpius, Al, and Rose through meeting the bowtruckle had been an excellent adventure and they were eager to have another. In the mean time they'd gone down to the library and found a rather excellent book on bowtruckles but nothing on the Order of the Phoenix.

"Well we know there really good guards of there trees, maybe it's some sort of bush," Al said skeptically leafing through the pages."

"Yeah but why would they need a bowtruckle and a billowing barrier to guard a tree? It's got to be something small something you could hold in your hand," Scorpius had made this point every time they'd thought of what might be behind the veil.

"But bowtruckles can't talk, so it's got to have been something that can." Scorpius frowned, this was the problem, what was so small it could fit in your hand but big enough to talk? "If we only knew who this "order" is..." Al trailed off, turning to Rose. "You've been awfully quiet." Rose looked up from her essay, startled. Her quill lay forgotten in her hand dripping great splashes of ink onto her essay.

"Rose," Scorpius pointed to her parchment.

"Oh," she said sounding flustered. She dropped her quill into her inkwell and waved her wand over the essay which cleared. There was something fearful in her eyes Scorpius realized. In the two weeks he'd known her Scorpius had never seen Rose look scared.

"Are you alright," he asked worriedly.

"Yeah," she said quickly, her face growing paler. "I was just thinking, if they need the vanishing cabinet because the rooms locked up," Scorpius' eyes widened.

"Then why was the door open," he finished.