By request, I've decided to continue this story. For the time being it will only be 2 more chapters (or until I think of more) these chapters will focus primarily on Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy.
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Chapter 4
After much consideration as he made his way through a slice kidney pie Scorpius decided to take Rose Weasley's advice and go to the hospital wing. Judging by the looks Albus Potter was giving him from the other end of the table he knew it must look pretty bad. So after the tables had magically cleared themselves and the students were headed for their dormitories, Scorpius sought out his Head of House, Professor Slughorn to ask if he could go to the hospital wing.
Professor Slughorn was a jolly, rotund man with a large mustache and saw Scorpius in the right direction as he made his way back to his office.
The hospital wing was a large, long room consisting of beds along one wall, a series of chairs, and a small office for the nurse, Madame Pompfrey. It seemed Madame Pompfrey herself had just returned from the welcome feast and was just settling back down into her office when Scorpius arrived.
She made a "tsk" noise in the back of her throat when she saw him. Her sharp eyes taking in his condition before she motioned him to sit down.
"Not even the beginning of term yet and you're already getting into fights, are you?" She asked.
"No ma'am." Scorpius replied meekly his cheeks instantly going pink.
She looked him up and down again.
"Malfoy, is it?" She ruffled through some papers on her desk before nodding in satisfaction.
"Yes ma'am." Scorpius replied.
"Look very much like your father did at your age." The nurse commented absently, "always getting in here for Quidditch injuries or some other scuffle in the corridors." She frowned momentarily before pulling out her wand.
By now, Scorpius was used to being compared to his father. They after all, looked very much alike, the same blonde hair and the same gray eyes, but Scorpius hoped that's where the similarities ended. His view of the world had been more shaped by his mother than his father, everything he heard about what his family had done during the war made him feel vaguely queasy. While he didn't quite understand it all he knew that wasn't the image he wanted people to have of him.
"So, what happened?" Madame Pompfrey demanded.
"I got punched." Scorpius replied crossly.
"You didn't start it, I hope." The nurse replied firmly, although Scorpius had the sense she wasn't exactly scolding him.
"No ma'am." Scorpius responded again. "They think I'm no better than the rest of my family." He muttered sourly, his eyes drifting to the carpet.
"Rubbish!" The plump little witch said flatly. "I'm sure you have plenty to offer the world. Now," she responded briskly, "look up and stay still, this will only take a minute." She held her wand to his face, muttered an incantation and a Scorpius felt a momentary warming sensation on the side of his face and when he looked in the mirror exiting the hospital wing the discoloration and bruising around his eye he had completely disappeared.
Following his trip to the hospital wing, Scorpius returned to his dormitory with the help of a few prefects who were patrolling the hallways for straggling students. He knew it was almost bedtime from the lack of activity in the castle, so he hurried along making sure Filch didn't catch him on his way back down to the dungeons.
When he returned to the dormitory he found Albus Potter waiting for him.
"Hey," he called, "where you'd disappear off to?"
Scorpius gestured to his face.
"Hospital wing." He replied.
"You actually listened to my cousin?" Albus asked, the black haired boy looked flabbergasted.
Scorpius shrugged.
"Hey, she knows what she's talking about. Madame Pompfrey wanted to know how I managed to get into a fight on the first day of school before the term had even started. I told her I hadn't started it, that the boys punched me, at least they're in the upper dormitories at the moment, but I'm hoping now they don't actually hate me."
"Hey," Albus said, "at least they won't be teasing you like they will me, half of them think I have a piece of a dark wizard in my head like my dad did… And that's the only reason the hat put me in Slytherin."
"Well I guess we're going to have to stick together," Scorpius said firmly, "we can watch each other's backs if they decided to beat either of us up."
The boys slapped hands as they climbed into their four posters.
"Deal!"