Chapter 1: Book covers.
Scorpious POV
I walked through muggle Kings Cross station at break neck speed. We were late, and I had a train to catch. I followed my mother through the crowds of muggles who gave me funny looks as I passed, due to my owl and assortment of odd objects.
We arrived in between platform 9 and 10 at 10:53. 7 minutes to get on the train. I'd make it, wouldn't I? We ran through the barrier and most of the platform, barley giving me time to marvel at the red steam train before me. There was still a thick crowd on the platform even though we were late, so I could feel eye's on me. My name, Malfoy, was a disgrace in the wizarding world and had been during and after the war.
Father stopped dead, making me ram my trolley into the backs of his legs painfully. He didn't seem to notice, he was staring dead ahead. I saw his head bob from behind, before he turned to me.
"Now Scorpious, listen to me. Do not worry about anything, you are not me, and you are not dark or evil as everyone thinks. You are your own person, make them see that you will not follow in the ways I did. I will always be proud of you son," he said, giving me a hug. I know this sounded all meaningful, and it was, honest. It's just I'd heard it so many times that it was getting old and hadn't seemed to work yet.
I said good bye to my family and boarded the train. It took a while to find an empty compartment but in the end I found one right at the back. I was used to being at the back or on my own. I couldn't really blame anyone for not wanting to be around me. I was the outcome of the darkest family in history. I was the soul heir of pureblood, arranged and sometimes incest marriages and I hated it.
I pulled out my I had decided to read all of the long journey and began to read. It was a muggle book, Angles and Demons, by a man called Dan Brown. It was a hard book to follow, especially for a 11 year old wizard who has never and will never study science, or religion for that matter, but I found it thrilling anyway. I had barley read a page when the compartment door slid open to reveal two young boys, twins to be exact. Both had very blonde hair and pale skin. Their height was average for an 11 year old, but the most startling thing about these boy's were their eyes. They were bright pink, and I mean bright, hot pink! I couldn't help but stare, which is odd since I'm a boy and so are they.
"Can we sit here? It seems there's no where else," asked the first and slightly less dreamy looking one of the two.
"Yeah, sure," I said, happy to have company.
"I'm Lysander Scamander, and this is my brother Lorcan," said the one who had spoken before after they had sat down.
"Hi, I'm Scorpious, Scorpious Malfoy," I said, through gritted teeth, waiting for the intake of breath or dirty look, or for them to even get up and walk out, as some did. But none of the latter came.
"Yes, our mother, Luna Lovegood, never judge a book by its cover in your case, as most would and you wouldn't like, or appreciate it," said Lysander.
"My father spoke of your mother as well, said she was very brave in the war," I said, leaving out the part about him keeping her in his house as a prisoner.
"Yes, our mother did say he had a nice house, she used to stay in the basement you know," said Lorcan, who hadn't spoken yet, while looking at the ceiling. Wow, talk about mood killer.
We sat in an awkward silence after that, until the door slid open to reveal a figure standing in the doorway with many behind him in the corridor.
"Scorp mate, been looking for you everywhere I have," yelled my mate, Lucas Zanbini. He had dark hair which hung half way down his face and dark skin. He spoke with a strong Italian accent, thanks to his mother.
"Hey, haven't seen you in ages," I said as he sat down next to me.
"Ah, if I may introduce to you some other first years as well, the lovely Hebe Martin," he said as a small tanned girl with jet black hair walked into the carriage and sat down next to the window.
"Ophelia Sharp," He said, as a tall slim girl with mousy brown hair walked in. I knew her as the daughter of Pansy Parkinson, know supporter of Lord Voldermort. I had know Ophelia for a while and did not like her at all. Unfortunately she came and sat down next to me.
"Mina Thomas," said Lucas as a slim, tall girl with curly blonde hair walked into the carriage and sat down next to Hebe.
"Albus Potter," he said as a tall boy with messy black hair and green eyes strode into the carriage, he was grinning like a hyena. He sat down next to Lorcan.
"And last but not least, Rose Weasley!" said Lucas as the last of our party walked in. She was average height and had a tanned freckly face with curly dark red hair tied up in bunches. She smiled and sat next to Albus.
It was a bit of a squash in the space we had but everyone seemed to fit.
"Hi, I'm Lysander Scamander and this is my brother Lorcan," said Lysander pointing at his brother who waved and went back to looking at the ceiling. "And this is Scorpious Malfoy."
I heard an intake of breath this time, from at least three people.
"A Malfoy, we can't sit with him, dad would kill us," said Rose to Albus. I glanced at everyone, who were either staring at me or Rose. I couldn't believe my eyes, some people were staring at her in disgust. Albus shook his head, and made her sit down.
"That was nice," smirked Ophelia at Rose, gripping my arm.
"It's fine Ophelia, I'm used to it," I said, prising her arm off me. I glanced at Rose who seemed red in the face. I felt sorry for er even though she had just insulted me, I knew Ophelia could be snippy sometimes.
"Anyway, which house does everyone want to be in?" asked Hebe, changing the subject, and thankfully tearing it away from me and Rose. Everyone began to tell which house they wanted to be in. I stayed silent.
It seemed Hebe was Muggle born, and had no idea about housing. Mina was Dean Thomas' and Padma Patil's daughter and wanted to be in Gryffindor. Lysander wanted to be in Gryffindor, and Lorcan in Ravenclaw like his mother. Rose wanted to be in Gryffindor like the rest of her huge family, or Ravenclaw as a second choice. Albus wanted to be in Gryffindor, and would walk home if in any other house. Lucas wanted to be in Gryffindor, but Ravenclaw wouldn't be minded either and Ophelia wanted to be in Slytherin, just like her mother.
"What do you want to be Scorp?" asked Ophelia fluttering her eyelashes at me disturbingly.
"Ermm, I don't know really, definitely not Slytherin though," I said, not surprising many people, thankfully they pushed the subject no further.
We all talked quidditch he rest of the journey. It seemed to flash by though. I was sad when it was over, since I knew these friendships would never last over the year as I would be in Slytherin and they in another, more noble house. I would be all alone again.