Im so sorry I haven't updated in such a pong time, if anyone still reads this. Anyways, I hope you like it. Warning: chapter mentions abuseDisclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the all powerful J.K. Rowling does. all I own is Yana.

New Families and Memories

Scorpius laid in one of the beds in the quiet hospital wing with his foot propped up with a few pillows. Madam Pomfrey had decided that he should stay there overnight as apparently he had managed to sever his achilles tendon when had landed, and it needed time, even with the potion she had given him, to knit back together. He knew that he should be sleeping instead of laying here awake, but he couldn't help it. He was stuck in his own mind thinking over what had happened, but Aldo stuck in his memories of his younger years and all the 'fun' times he had had with his so called family.

He was a only child and had been kept in his house basically all of his life, so until he came to Hogwarts he had never had a friend or even really talked to anyone his age. Even so he had always loved his family, that is until everything changed.

His happiest memories were some of his earliest. His mother reading from The Tales of Beetle the Bard while he sat on her lap. His father teaching him to ride his first broom. Spending a day with his grandparents, though that was only once. These happy memories however stopped around the time that he turned seven. That's when everything started to go downhill.

His mother got sick, really sick, they still don't know what it was. The sicker that she got, they truly are lucky that it suddenly disappeared and that she's still here, the more his father turned to fire whiskey. It also happened to around the time that Scorpius really started having mishaps with his magic. It wasn't really his fault of course but somehow in his whiskeys aided haze Draco had decided that everything that was happening was all Scorpius's fault.

Scorpius isn't sure exactly when it started, but what he does remember is on the first day that his mother was sent to Saint Mongo's was the first time he ever was told why he was going through this.

Scorpius layed on his bed staring at a picture of him and his mom just a year ago as tears streamed silently down his face. Suddenly his door opened and when Scorpius rolled over to look at it he saw his father, obviously drunk, standing there glaring at him. He jumped to his feet standing ramrod straight in front of his father, though he did have to look up to see his father's face as he only came up to his father's chest. What he saw when he looked up scared him witless, the look on his father's face was one of pure hatred. Before he could react his father punched him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Scorpius lay in a heap on the floor trying to gain his wits about him, at least enough so he could get off the floor, but before he could his father lifted him up by the neck and slammed him against the wall and with a voice that was slurred and breathed that reacked of fire whiskey said, "It's all your fault! All of it! You stupid boy!" Scorpius struggled to try to say something, but he couldn't even breath properly. Suddenly Draco dropped Scorpius leaving his in a ball on the floor gasping for air and staggered out slamming the door behind him. Scorpius stayed there the rest of the night against the wall silently crying as not to bring on his father's wrath again.

That was just one of many beatings Scorpius had received from his father, even after his mother recovered from the strange illness. Scorpius remembers that after one particularly bad beating his mother was cleaning him up and told him that it wasn't his father's fault, or his either, it was just the way he was raised. That did bring back a faint memory of one time when his grandparents were over and his father instinctively flinched away from his grandfather's hand, so he guessed that was true, but in his mind that didn't excuse what his father was doing to him, nothing would or could.

As he got closer to the age of eleven the grew harsher and harsher until they suddenly stopped about two months before he was to leave for school. At first he dared to hope that his father had come to his senses and decided to stop beating him but then his father told him one night it was so that he wouldn't have any bruses or other injurys that others could wonder about when he finally got to Hogwarts.

He was also made to memorize a list of rules that his father came up with that included the three he had broke already, in becoming friends with Rose, Albus, and Yana and being sorted into Gryffindor, and one that Scorpius knew he would never break, never tell what his father did to him. He won't brake that rule as they'll just see him as a weak, defenceless, idiot, and he really don't need that. Now that his father's technically disowned him he doesnt know why he's still keeping that rule or why he's not happy that he's not technically part of that family anymore. But, there will always a part of him that wants for those happy memories, for his father not to hate or hit him.

Scorpius is pulled out of his thoughts and memories by a twinge in his ankle which makes him painfully aware of his tendon knitting itself back together. He lay there in silent agony for a minute until he was pulled back into his thoughts again. This time however it was about what had happened to land him here.

Those three bullies were just that bullies and Scorpius could deal with bullies, however he never expected them to do something that could endanger him like that. When he had been falling through the air he seriously thought that he could die, even though they hadn't been that high in the air it was still pretty high and he could have easily fallen at a weird angle or something to where he would have been at least more seriously injured, but Al caught him. That in itself was almost scarier than the falling.

But, none of that was what really had him wondering. While Professor Longbottom and Al had helped him to the hospital wing he had thanked Al for helping him out of that, and Al had said, 'Of course, what are family for?' That startled him enough that he had actually started crying, but who could blame him for that just look at his family. Al seriously thought of him as Family?

Scorp had only known the others, or had any friends, for about a month now and they thought of him as family. His memories with the others had been some of his best ever and he realised that they were more of a family to him, even after only a month, then his parents had ever been, and in a way Professor Longbottom was more of father figure to him than his own father and Al was like his brother and Yana was like his sister. Rose, on the other hand, was like a sister to him, but at the same time she was way more to him than just a sister.

Scorp stared at the ceiling for a little while longer thinking of his family, new and old, until he felt something slide down his cheeks and reached up to feel a few tears on his face. It was at that moment that he decided something, he wasn't going to cry or really even think about his old family anymore, he has a new one and its a pretty great one. He feel asleep smiling thinking about his new family.

Again, I hope you all like this chapter, its my first time writing anything like it so please tell me how i did. Also, please tell me if I should continue this story as no one seemes to like or read it so please tell me. For anyone who reads my other stories, I will try to update them soon. This was the first week of my summer break, so I now have some more time to write. Love ya, and as always Read, Review, and Enjoy!