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The Room of Requirements became a refuge. Whenever the other boys picked on me, I would run to the tapestry and pace. I knew that I needed a place to hide, a place to finally be my-self, away from others. Most of the time, it was impossible to find a single quiet place where the others couldn't find me.
Earlier this morning, the kids in my charms class found out that I have a cat. Hercules, I argued, has been in the family for years. Ten years, to be exact. Mother bought him when I was a baby. The kids poked fun at me while the professor wasn't looking, saying that "boys don't have 'kittens'! It was too girly."
I didn't know how to respond, so I simply shut my mouth and pretended the jabs didn't bother me.
At one point I looked up to the other side of the room where the Weasley's and Potter's sat. Since the end of the Great War the Potter's and Weasley's had been treated like royalty. Their parents were part of the resistance and everyone knew it. They were followed around by girls and boys alike with sappy eyes and hungry smiles. They wanted the fame and attention.
The little Weasley girl had her eyes fixed on me. I knew she saw what was going on. How could she not?
When our eyes met, time slowed. All the charming in the classroom and anything the professor said was muted by the roaring in my ears, all I could do was stare at her. An almost undistinguishable smile graced her lips. Only I could see the tiniest twitch before her gaze left mine and she raised her wand above her partner's cat and transformed it into a perfect goblet.
"Well done, Miss Weasley! Oh, very good indeed! You have your mother's talent that much is sure!" Said Professor Shram in her weezy voice. The room came back into focus. Sparks were flying all around me. Students squealed as their pets were transforming. Some had cups with snouts; others had metallic tinted pets that creaked as they moved slowly across the tables.
I looked at Hercules, asleep on my desk; half covering the textbook I should have been using to transform my pet. I took the feather end of my quill and half-heartedly attempted to wake the sleeping beast by tickling his nose and whiskers.
"Herc…Herc!" I whispered. Hercules only moved away from the prodding quill. He lifted his head and gave me a look that read 'don't bug me, I'm sleeping' Then laid back down.
"Yeah…Thanks mate. A real help you are." I said before setting my cheek upon my knuckles.
"Hey, Malfoy! I saw you in Transfigurations. Too cool for school, aren't ya'?" came the familiar voice of James Potter.
I had been walking to supper after class, clearly minding my own business. I, purposefully, took the long way today, just in case something like this happened.
I turned to face James, who was two years older and obviously using this position to his advantage. James was not alone. He was swanked by his girl friend, Dahlia Warlow, and a fellow fourth year.
James had always been fairly popular. Of course, what child of the Great Harry Potter couldn't be? He was surrounded by those that found his fame by name exhilarating. Everyone wanted to be close to James Potter. He was the Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and had been for the last year. His girlfriend had known him since his first year, and dated him since their third.
Dahlia wasn't terribly…awful looking. She had striking blue eyes and light blonde, curly ringlets. She wasn't dainty, but she was noticeably feminine and wasn't afraid to let that show.
I had heard of Dahlia from the other boys in my dorm. She didn't seem stuck up in any sense. However, she knew (along with the entire student body at Hogwarts) about the Malfoy's past.
"Can I help you, Potter? " I called.
"Yeah, actually you can. Tell me why you think you're better than everyone else? D'you get a kick out of watching the rest of us actually participate in class?" James asked with a menacing face. I could smell a fight waiting to happen.
"My cat wasn't-" I stopped. How could I tell Potter that my cat wouldn't cooperate? Potter would only tease me for it.
The hall went quiet. The other fourth year fellow behind James began to snicker; obviously he found something immensely funny in the situation.
"I'm sorry-your cat wasn't…what, Malfoy?" James smirked. He knew he had me. I, on the other hand, began to question the escape route that he (hadn't) planned.
BANG!
The three turned their attention away from me and drew their wands. High pitched twitters and screams came from the dining hall. I took this as a sign and quickly walked the opposite direction.
This is where the Room of Requirements comes in.
I found the tapestry and waited until the door appeared. I only just slipped in when I heard James tell his goons to slip up. I could only breathe a sigh of relief. It wasn't very often that I was able to evade the Potter crew without getting a scrape or two.
I looked around and found a comfortable room. The fire was burning and there were two great arm chairs sitting in front of it. The room itself was dark, as though the walls were painted almost black. The floor was all stone except for the rug under the chairs. Other than that the room wasn't terribly big. There may have been a lavatory, but it would have been one of those half rooms: the size of a cupboard with a toilet and a sink.
I sank into the nearest chair and slouched. The cracking of the fire lulled me to sleep slowly. I could only remember the stress I had to go through that day. Hiding from the Potter's, avoiding the Weasley's, trying to pass my classes while staying out of everyone else's way. Being Scorpius Malfoy was exhausting.
I closed my eyes and let sleep take me. I dreamt of home. I dreamt of the time I helped father with the shop. I got to bring in huge bills wrapped ten, twenty, sometimes thirty times with the latest fabric for cloaks and the newest fashion for school robes.
I had only gotten into the dream when the door opened loudly then shut just as fast. I didn't turn to see who it was; I only listened to the heavy breathing and slurs of profanity. I could tell right about that it was a boy. I heard a swoosh as their back slid down the door. It was then that I peaked over the top of my chair.
A boy, not much older than me, with the blackest, moppiest hair sat with his back against the door and his head in his hands. His shoulders rose and fell heavily, as though he was out of breath.
"Stinkin-those girls will be the death of me. Valentine's day? Who's crazy idea was that? Probably a girls…" he muttered. I knew he wouldn't notice me. So, as slowly as I could, I attempted to sit back down in my chair. However, my knee caught the side table and caused it to knock over the vase filled with dead flowers in the process.
SMASH!
I could only flinch. I heard the boy yelp from behind me and stand straight up.
" WHO'S THERE?" he cried indignantly
Knowing that I could no longer hide, I stood from my seat. I had been caught, there was no denying it. Now I had to face the consequences, no matter the cost.
I turned and faced the boy.
I met the eyes of Albus Potter,
Son of Harry Potter,
Brother of my worst enemy.
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