Author: KH3AQUA
Reference: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Pairing: Aimee Yuuj x Scorpius Malfoy
Rating: T
Summary: This is a second generation fanfiction about the fantabulous Scorpius Malfoy and his endeavors at Hogwarts. S. Malfoy x OC, T, in progress.
It's not every day that a child receives his or her acceptance letter after waiting for so many years to attend the renowned school of witchcraft and wizardry – Hogwarts. Aimee Yuuj, such a child, had waited for a week at the mail slot in the door promptly at four pm in hopes of receiving her acceptance letter. The owl wasn't far off, she could see it floating curiously toward the door, carrying the Yuuj family mail between its talons. Not recognizing the snowy owl, Aimee assumed that it was a new post owl. Standing square with the doorway at the end of the cherry wood stairs of the main hallway, Aimee watched in anticipation as the mail floated quickly through the slot and landed softly on the table. She was quickly sifting through the mail and grinned brightly, her short black hair bobbing as she jumped up and down.
"Dad! Mom! It's here, it's here! Come look!" She yelled as she ran into the living room in search of her parents. A pop behind her left no mark of surprise on her face as she turned and took note of her father, dressing for work. "Dad! My letter came!" Aimee was clearly excited, and he couldn't help but grin.
"Congrats honey! I know you'll love Hogwarts." He said as he lent down and picked the small girl up. Wrapping her arms around Mr. Yuuj, Aimee looked gleefully at the hand written letter clasped tightly between her fingers.
"I can't wait Daddy! Do the staircases really move all the time? Timothy told me so. But I don't believe him after he told me about the frog living in the basement." A little bit of a pout seeped into her voice as she leant back so as to look at her father's aging face. Timothy Wilkins lived across the street and often times teased Aimee about anything and everything she knew nothing of.
Mr. Kevin Yuuj was a man of business. He worked at a muggle job, seeing as they lived nowhere near Diagon Alley. (Despite his being able to apparate there instantaneously…) The man stood at a petite five foot four, a mere inch taller than Aimee's mother. Aimee was already about three fourths his height, and seemed to still be growing.
"Yes they move any time they like! You better not get lost sweety." Aimee heard her mother say from the staircase as she stepped down into the hallway and grinned as Aimee held out her acceptance letter for her mother to see. Mrs. Mika Yuuj always kept a close eye on Aimee, however, the girl always seemed to slip under her radar at some point during the day. The woman worried about her daughter's almost too bright personality and curiosity. At Hogwarts, curiosity earns a student detention – in which Mika knew all too well, having spent many a nights on the school grounds after curfew with Kevin during their years at Hogwarts.
"I wont get lost Mom, really!" Aimee insisted, to which her mother just nodded as she read over the list of items Aimee would need for school in the upcoming weeks.
"I suppose it's time to break out the Flu powder. It's time to visit Diagon Alley." Aimee squeeled in excitement as her father let her down to her feet and ran over to the closet grabbing her shoes and quickly grabbing her letter from her mother's hands. Aimee ripped the door open and jumped out onto the porch, forcing her shoes on and calling back to her parents.
"I'm going to go show Timmy my letter! I bet he got his today too!" She took off and Mr. Yuuj shook his head with a soft smile on his face as he shut the door softly. Turning, he hugged his wife and smiled as he glanced at a picture of Aimee on the wall from kindergarten, well, her first kindergarten class.
"It seems like yesterday she was just gluing feathers to the banister with paint smeared on her face…" he paused in thought and chuckled, "But that was last week. Before Hogwarts talk. It's sure going to get quiet around here when she and Timothy aren't bombarding the hardwood floor in their roller skates." Mika nodded as she leant against his side, glancing at the photo of her only daughter.
"But when she comes back, you know she'll make up for it. It won't be long anyway babe, winter break will be upon us in no time." The woman patted Kevin's back and headed into the kitchen where she glanced over the other mail that Aimee had ignored. Grabbing the Ministry of Magic news letter, she handed it to Kevin and strode back upstairs to finish her ironing, by wand of course, while she watched Oprah.
Two weeks flew by and Aimee found herself in Diagon Alley with Timothy and his aunt, and her mother, dodging being run over at their tiny 11-year-old size. Timothy had trouble keeping up with Aimee, for her excitement lead her from window to window looking at brooms, cauldrons, artifacts, animals, and even the joke shop that her mother forbid her to ever enter. That didn't mean she couldn't take a peek in through the window though, right? Timmy and Aimee visited the robes shop first, having themselves fitted.
Aimee however couldn't keep her hands off of anything and a pair of bronze dragon hide Quidditch gloves caught her eye.
"I'd like to play Quidditch…" She said happily as the woman handed them to Aimee to examine.
"You can always try out for your house team. You have as good a chance as anyone else you know dearie." The elder woman said in encouragement, lighting Aimee's face up with apprehension. It didn't take much for Aimee to quest the gloves from her mother, despite their expensive cost. Mika was glad her daughter was interested in trying the sport.
"You've never even ridden a broom before Aimee, and you already want to play Quidditch?" Timmothy asked from where he was now being fitted for his robes. Aimee looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes fierce and her lips taunt.
"Of course I do Timmy! Why don't you want to try it?" She asked sharply, astounding Timmy who tried to save himself.
"Because, you could get hurt! You might fall off your broom, and I bloody hell don't want to fall from a high speed broom fourty feet in the air." Aimee stuck her tongue out at Timmy who rolled his eyes. A ring from the bell hanging above the door caught Aimee's interest and she looked over to see a gaunt-looking man with pale eyes and a slim face, followed by a first year looking boy with tan cheeks and light blonde hair that seriously needed a trimming. "Who's that?" Timmy asked, hovering by Aimee's shoulder. Aimee shrugged and lost interest in the boy by the feeling of her new gloves against the skin of her fingers.
Timmy and Aimee spent the rest of the evening in Diagon Alley with their mothers, gathing the supplies they needed. Timothy purchased a rat with a white coat and a black snout, while Aimee purchased a rather large orange and cream white cat whom in terms of length, head to tail, was tall as she. Aimee already started to spoil the large cat by giving him a bit of her food at the café the company rested at before their final stop: the wand shop.
End comments: So thanks for reading guys. I'd really enjoy some reviews if you have the time. (: Since I'm starting this story during their first year, it'll be probably at least 10 chapters long. Each, if I've got my creative juices flowing, will be at least 3 (Microsoft word) pages long. Short chapters aren't worth a lot in my book unless there's a reason for them. Anyway, thanks for reading. Please come again! 3