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Minerva McGonagall read the letter with critical eyes, scanning the page for pretending and fallacious statement, but finding none of it.
When the time for sending the letter of Hogwarts acceptance to his son arrived, Draco Malfoy contacted her, explaining that he and his wife considered Scorpius more fitted in Drumstrang, deeming a change of environment was the best option: his professor and now headmistress agreed without felling offended.
She understood that the Malfoy name still drew hatred and some prejudiced people may act unfriendly at last.
Now, 5 years later, Scorpius Malfoy sat behind her desk, his back straight and eyes more serious that every other boy she had seen: he was the split image of this father, but the air surrounding him was all but that of the little Draco she recalled.
"So, your father decided to transfer you to Hogwarts after five years of Drumstrang for keeping you closer home?" she asked, disbelief clear in her voice.
"Yes, ma'am" answered the boy with clear voice "Mother has fallen quite ill, and she desired to know me in England: Father accorded her request"
"I'm sorry for your mother" commented McGonagall thinking that the explanation fitted: only something serious would let Draco Malfoy change his idea.
"Very well, the school term start on the 1th of September" pulling a blank paper, she touched it with the tip of her wand and handing to Scorpius, added " This is Hogwarts' letter of acceptance that is your by right of birth: there is also the book list and the ticket for the Platform 9 ¾. Even though you're not eleven anymore, you will be sorted with the first years on The Sorting Ceremony. It's all clear?"
"Yes, ma'am, all clear" answered the blonde with a military tone, taking the envelope .
"This year you're not the only transfer student from Drumstrang: another boy sent the request this morning and I'll met him this afternoon" something in the boy eyes flashed for a minute before returning a silver mirror like before, so fast that McGonagall though that she imagined it "I hope you will both be sorted in the same house, so the transfer will be less rough and you'll help each other to fit in the new school"
"Yes, ma'am"
"Now, I'm sure your parents are awaiting you back home: we'll met again on the 1th. You can use my fireplace to go home" she added, indicating with the hand the big marble fireplace on the left wall.
"Yes, ma'am. I will do" answered the boy, the tone of a soldier who was referring to his leader, and with a rigid nod marched to the fireplace, threw an handful of Floo Powder in the fire saying "to the Haunt" and disappeared in to the flames.
McGonagall's eyes were still fixed on the fireplace for several minute after the departure of the Malfoy boy.
She wasn't fond of Drumstrang teaching methods and the sense of morality and purity of blood that they instilled in their students: also, still after Voldemort dead their belief of the importance of the Dark Art's practical teaching was strong.
What have had done a school like that to a boy like Scorpius Malfoy with a past all but easy and how he will fit in Hogwarts, where the thoughts that hunted her from now on.
"I'M STARVING!" nearly shouted Albus, walking in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, eyes scanning the tables like an hungry animal.
"Please, Al, turn into your usual charming self and stop hanging out with James" commented Lily, rolling her eyes to her younger big brother, following the crowd of student that just arrived in the hall "we'll met after your stomach will stop taking control over your mind"
Albus sheepish grinned at her and watched her go and sit at the Gryffindor table before approaching the Slytherin one and sit next to his fellow classmates.
"Hey Al! Good to see you again, mate! How was your summer?" asked him Adrian Zambini with a big grin, even more white at contrast whit his dark skin "I was in France all the time at my gran mere but I found your perfect birthday gift...you'll have to wait though" added with a wink.
Al looked at him with his narrowing green eyes, but couldn't stop grinning back too "Family summer, like usual: but this year we went to Romania visiting Aunt Charlie and I TOUCHED a baby dragon" answered beaming with satisfaction and pride to see the envy look of his friends.
The chatting noise continued until Professor Longbottom entered in the hall with a bunch of first years following him shortly: Albus checked his watch and hoped that this year the sorting will be fast or he'll die of boredom and hunger.
He suppressed yawns until the last first year was sorted - "Edward Twain!" "RAVENCROW!"- and straightened up, eager to give pace at his grumbling stomach, when Professor Longbottom cleared his voice and begone to talk again.
"This year we have an addiction to our six years students, two transferred boys from Drumstrang Institute that will be sorted right away: Scorpius Malfoy and Ivar Sigurdsson".
Two figure dressed in a gray look-alike military uniform approached Prof Longbottom and the Sorting Hat: a tall and slender boy with long blonde hair tied back and a broad shoulder fitted boy with brown short hair.
"Scorpius Malfoy" called Prof Longbottom, and the blonde boy toke one step ahead: now that Albus was looking better, he was quite handsome and his eyes where flashing silver.
When the Hat was on his head only few second passed before the shout "GRYFFINDOR!" reached all the ears in the hall, causing a gasp from Longbottom and a silence similar to the one when Albus was sorted in the Slytherin.
Then all the Gryffindor began to cheer their new member and the boy marched to the table and sat not meeting anyone in the eyes.
"That royally SUCKED!" commented Adrian, not participating at the cheer of their new Slytherin, Ivar Sigurdsson.
"What sucked?" asked Albus curious, his eyes not leaving the back of the new blonde Gryffindor.
"Well, all the Malfoy family was Slytherin and they aren't as understanding as your family: he could be disinherit. And transferring from Drumstrang... I would like to know the story behind this last Malfoy" answered the dark skinned boy, serving himself a big share of steak.
Albus, agreeing with his friend, watched as the boy – Malfoy - ate with neat movements, oblivious of the looks of the other Gryffindor were sending in his direction.
He doesn't walk ever, he march like a soldier though Al when observed Malfoy following the group of first years up the stairs Oh well, at last he has a nice ass added, looking up, not caring to seem too oblivious while walking towards the dungeons.
When he and Adrian reached their dormitory, four boys were already in, fussing over their trunks.
"Hey Albus, Adrian! Did you meet Ivar? The transfer student" asked David Hiogs motioning the big guy sitting on the spare bad that has been added by the elf.
"Haven't had the pleasure jet, no" Albus extended his hand to shake with an encouraging smile and added "I'm Albus Potter and the other boy behind me is Adrian Zambini"
"Nice to meet you two too" commented Ivar without accent whatsoever, shaking with a firm grip Al's hand.
"And he was just telling us why he transferred here" added Nimbus Whitehorn, piking his pajama and stuffing it in his arms.
"Well" started Ivar, rising off the bed and starting to undo the buttons of his Drumstrang uniform "My parents divorced and Mother and I moved in England to stay with her part of the family" opening the top of his uniform – he hadn't anything under it - the boy undressed completely and pulling on a pair of short pants, he felled on the bed without putting anything else on.
Albus was staring at his muscular body, so Adrian asked curious "Aren't you putting on any pajamas?"
The foreign boy glared at him surprised "Here's so hot that I'm thinking to the necessity of sleeping naked by March!"
As Albus gasped making no sound, Adrian toke him by his elbow and directed them in the direction of their beds, which hopefully were the further from Ivar's.
They were all aware of Albus sexuality, and Adrian had seen his friend flirt with French boys with his own eyes – Damn! He had seen Al KISSING AND GROPING a guy in front of him!- and they accepted him and loved him, but the dark skinned boy knew how strict was Drumstrang and Ivar could be likely an homophobes .
With a warning glance Adrian hissed to his friend "Al, stop being an Hufflepuff!"
"An Hufflepuff?" asked still confused Albus "I'm a Slytherin!"
"And start to act like one, close your mouth and stop drooling! It will be only good to be more wary and block your mind as well: He's from Drumstrang, could have been trough Legilimency among the other pretty stuff" added Adrian on second though.
Albus snorted and climbed on his bed, closing the green curtains with a wing of his wand and caste a Silencig charm.
That wasn't his fault! Every normal guy would gape at Ivar words!
Well, not start to droll, but the boy was not half bad and this summer he didn't got any action whatsoever.
Before falling asleep he blocked his mind with Occlumancy, because as smoothing as a guy can be, Al was a Slytherin to the core and he was anything but naive.