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Summary: DH SPOILER! A sequel to Brill (and The First Meeting), but you don't have to read those two to understand this one. This is set much farther in the life of the new HP gen. Scorpius Malfoy runs away from home with best friend Alexander Boyle. Scorpius/Rose
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Oh well, here's a little update. Review would be HIGHLY appreciated.
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The Escape&
"Who… who goes there?" a wavery girl's voice called with a sniff, bouncing off the walls of white tile. "Harry… ? Draco? Come to visit after so long? Or have you forgotten moping, moaning Myrtle!" A cry rang out and water overflowed from every sink, puddles growing larger with every passing second. Young Scorpius slid on the tiles, tripping so that his cuffs got drenched in water. He ducked his head, trying to ignore the wailing calls, and he crawled into one of the stalls. Quietly he climbed up onto the top of the porcelain toilet, curling up into himself and hugging his knees. Slowly the crying died down and all he could hear was the steady dripping of water. The door of the bathroom stall swung open gradually, revealing a ghostly figure. Scorpius raised his head, squinting through his own tear-filled eyes.
"Draco?" she whispered, but then shook her head, "No, not Draco… Draco's long, long gone… leaving me all alone!" Her face scrunched up suddenly, and then recovered just as quickly, "Shh… shh…" and approached him.
Heart beating wildly, Scorpius was frozen in place, whispering, "Who are you?"
"You've never heard of me? You've never heard of Moaning Myrtle! I suppose no one talks about little old me anymore!" And she floated away, whining as she went.
Scorpius stood from his perch and peeked out of the stall, "I'm sorry… don't mind me, I'm just a… a filthy Slytherin," he murmured, bowing his head.
Myrtle was once more by his side, a slightly round, rather plain-looking ghost gazing at him sympathetically through her glasses.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Scorpius… Scorpius Malfoy," he replied, slumping down on the wet floor and cradling his head in his hands, weary, "First year."
She gasped in delight, drifting down beside him, and commented, "I knew your dad, you know." He said nothing in response.
It was only much later that he finally cried out, "It's not fair!"
"What's wrong?"
Scorpius stood up and kicked the door of the stall, "Just because of what he did! Just because I'm a bloody Malfoy! It's not fair!"
"Shh…" Myrtle crooned, "Tell me what happened."
"It's that git, Potter."
"Harry?"
"James, James Potter and his stupid little family."
"What did he do?"
"He stole my things, that's what! He burned all my parchment and spilled my ink and called me names. He hung me upside down and played pranks on me. He's hidden in every corner, always waiting for me. I hate him!" That's when the tears really started to fall. "And it's all because of his stupid cousin! I don't want to be in Slytherin anymore, I HATEEVERYBODY!"
Just then another voice echoed close by, "Oi! Malfoy! Where'd you go?" followed by snickers. James. And then yet another, "You shouldn't be so mean to him James." Scorpius shuddered. Rose. He quickly hid back in the stall as James replied, "Oh shut up Rosie, you don't know anything. And anyway, Uncle Ron told you to stay away from him, didn't he?"
"Well I'll tell Auntie Gin about your little bit of mischief last week!"
"Go ahead Rosie, I don't care."
"Ugh, fine, do whatever you want!" Scorpius could hear her footsteps as she walked away, and then the splashing of water as James entered the bathroom. Scorpius whimpered slightly, and Myrtle seethed.
"Malfoy! Don't be such a ninny! What are you, stupid? Don't be such a coward, show yourself!" James tentatively looked around the bathroom, wand at the ready, "Come out come out wherever you are!"
Just then Myrtle appeared right in front of him and he jumped back.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" she hissed, and he stumbled, falling to the ground with a loud splash.
"I… I…"
"THIS IS MY BATHROOM! MINE! NOW GET OUT!" James backed away immediately, tripping over his own feet as he scrambled out. Scorpius stood up slowly , just as the last bit of James vanished out the door and Myrtle swooped to his side. Wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve he sniffed and nodded, "Thank you Myrtle."
She batted her eyelashes and murmured, "Don't let anyone put you down, Scorpius Malfoy." She rested her hand on his shoulder, and though he felt nothing but a faint chill, he was comforted. Just as he headed out the door, Myrtle called after him.
"Don't leave just yet… I'm lonely. No one comes to visit poor, weepy Myrtle anymore."
"I'll stay," he said softly, walking over to the countertop and leaning against it. She then became his first true friend at Hogwarts. He would never forget that.
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Scorpius awoke with a start on the cold cement floor. Sometime during the night he must've rolled over or something. He shivered, hunting for his wand and whispering, "Incendio," at the old stove. Shaking out his wand the fire at the tip blew out, and he watched as the flames grew in the stove. Digging a pack of cigarettes, crumpled and soggy from his back pocket, he shook one out and bent in front of the stove, lighting it carefully and taking a drag. He would miss his conversations with Myrtle. Sure, she whined constantly, but she was an amazing listener. She was the only one who'd really cared about him until he'd met Zander. He chuckled as Zander snored loudly and went outside.
Here, alone, with his cigarette in hand, he allowed his thoughts to return to Rose. It had all been because of her. If she hadn't been so adamant about following him around, Albus would never have tried to be friends. He would not have gotten into Slytherin by choice, and James would not have blamed Scorpius for it. It was all Rose's fault. He spat at the ground and looked up at the grey sky, the endless fields that surrounded the small lot and the trees that lined the edge. It had been her fault, but it wasn't Rose he'd hated. He still hated. It was James Potter, the most loathsome boy in history. But of course, his parents never found out. He never dared to tell them, more out of fear of his grandfather and concern for his mother. And his father was out of the question. Even if he told everyone else, he never would've told him. He loved his dad, but he resented him, hated the legacy that had been left to him. His father had perceived this, if only subtly, and had kept his distance once Scorpius began to attend Hogwarts. They'd only drifted farther apart ever since.
"Scorpius?" Zander's voice called groggily. Scorpius tossed his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under the heel of his black shoe.
"I'm right here," Scorpius answered over his shoulder, "Coming."
He peeked into the house and Zander looked up, a dorky, lop-sided smirk on his face, peering at him from behind a veil of messy, dark brown hair, "Welcome to the first day of the rest of our lives."
Scorpius rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him, leaving the pack of cigarettes on the cupboard and he pulled another one out and lit it on the stove.
"Toss me one, I don't feel alive without a good smoke," Zander grumbled. Scorpius took a deep pull on the cigarette and crouched, dangling it in front of Zander's squashed face. Zander narrowed his eyes at Scorpius' grin, reaching for the cigarette to no avail. Finally Scorpius handed it to him and he closed his eyes, breathing in an sighing.
"This is life," he said, filled with bliss, rolling over. Scorpius laid down beside him and muttered, "You gonna miss it? Honestly?"
"Miss what?"
"I dunno. Family. School."
"Tanya, I guess. She was alright, as far as little sisters go."
"Yeah… she was pretty cool. Odd that she got sorted into Ravenclaw though."
"Lucky witch," Zander agreed with a chuckle.
"School wasn't too bad…"
"You kidding me? It was a living hell!"
"Well yeah, most of the students were awful. But the Slytherins and the Hufflepuffs were alright."
"And your lovely Myrtle," Zander joked.
"And my lovely Myrtle," Scorpius echoed with a mocking tone of voice, "Ah, my lovely Myrtle. Oh Myrtle beloved, when shall I see thee again! My heart is reduced to ashes without you, turning into tiny seeds of the flower of despair."
"The flower of despair?"
"I'd like to see you come up with something better," Scorpius challenged. Zander laughed and passed the cigarette to Scorpius.
"What about parents?" Zander asked after a while, "Do you miss them?"
Scorpius thought of his mother, caring but weak, and his father, proud yet insensitive, and shook his head, "No. I don't miss them. I don't miss any of that lot."
Zander sighed, "I… maybe I… no, you're right. I don't miss my parents either."
Scorpius punched him playfully, puffing rings of smoke, "Yes you do."
Zander sat up and plucked the cigarette from Scorpius' fingertips, blowing a cloud of smoke into his face. "You're not the only one with any balls Malfoy. I'm not weak. And I don't miss them. In fact…" he grimaced momentarily but shook it off, "I hate them. I'm glad we left. I hope I never see their faces again."
"You don't have to be the tough guy," Scorpius murmured with a groan.
"Neither do you," Zander replied bitterly.
Scorpius sighed and sat up, running his thin fingers through his blonde hair and sniffing idly at his wrinkled clothes, making a face. He tapped his fingers on the floor, willing the silence to go away. He wished Zander weren't so stubborn, but he realized that if it hadn't been for his perseverance, they never would've left. He remembered when they'd first met.
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He'd been racing to seek refuge in Myrtle's bathroom, but it was too far away and James slid in front of him.
"James, don't," wailed a timid Albus from behind a statue, but James had fire in his eyes.
"My sister? Rosie was bad enough, but you had to get your stinking eyes on Lily too? Well now you're going to pay!" James howled at Scorpius, "Reducto!"
Scorpius managed to dodge the blast just in time as James aimed again, advancing, "REDUCTO! REDUCTO! Stop jumping around and face me like a man!" There were big dents in the floor, and Scorpius was backed up against the wall. There was no escape. And then out of the blue, Alexander Boyle jumped to his defense from beyond the corner. Good old Albus had gone to get help after all.
"Serpensortia!" Alexander yelled, brandishing his wand at James. Immediately a thick black snake shot out in James direction and slithered after him.
"This isn't over!" James hollered, running away as fast as he could, "This isn't over yet!"
"Wait for me!" Albus cried, running after the snake and his brother.
Scorpius tried to stop shaking, muttering, "Thanks Boyle."
Alexander patted his shoulder, "Don't mention it. That git is really starting to get on my nerves!" He shook his head, "Come on, let's head back to the common room. Exploding Snap?"
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"Exploding Snap?" Scorpius attempted, reaching over and pulling out the deck.
Zander grinned, "Deal, there's no way you can beat me this time."
"Loser cooks all day?"
Zander cackled, "You're on!"
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