Its time for young Scorpius to come to school, but there has been some changes in the Malfoy family. Will these affect the next generation. Well, here we find out. Enjoy!





“That must be the Potter’s brood,” a white blonde man gripped the shoulder of his almost identical, except smaller, version of himself, grey eyes watching the busy crowd around. Draco Malfoy looked down at his son, Scorpius. The youth’s pale complexion shone with the soft beams of lights suspended around the station. His face bore a look of interest in his surroundings. It had barely changed since Draco had last stood in this exact spot, staring at the train. What would he have thought about back then? How Pansy was? What would they do that year? Quidditch? Or home life? It had never occurred to him that his upbringing had in fact been......strict.

“Father,” a voice piped up. Draco broke off his thoughts and looked down again. Scorpius’ upturned face looked at him questioningly. Draco nodded, giving his full attention. “Um, what house will I be in?” This question startled Draco, he rarely thought about it. He would, of course, want Scorpius to be a true Slytherin....but times change. Draco’s mind was blank on what to say for an instant, before it was filled with memories of the last battle. What did he truly believe in? Then and now..... Draco sighed and looked carefully at Scorpius, trying to work what to say.

“You, my son,” he said finally, “will go in the house you truly deserve. Where the Sorting Hat puts you is final. It knows best. It will...........” Draco fought with instinct to think of the right words, “decide. I cannot choose for you, but I would prefer a Slytherin son. I will not be angry, just.....” he broke off. The train whistle sounded. Time to go aboard for young Scorpius. Scorpius, who had stopped paying attention at about “final”, tugged at his father’s sleeve. His imploring, and strangely enough deep violet in colour, eyes pulled Draco out of his daydream. Before he helped Scorpius with his trunk, he resolved that whatever house Scorpius got into, he would be proud. Times had changed, and so had the Malfoys.

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Scorpius hurried eagerly down the corridors, brilliant purple eyes shining at the prospect of Hogwarts. He bumped into a couple of fifth years, who merely ignored him, and a group of loud second years, who were surrounding a boy with untidy black hair. Scorpius shrank back, eyes wide like a rabbit’s. The boy was chatting at full speed to the boys, and a few girls, waving a Pumpkin Pasty around in his left hand, a super clean wand twirling in his right. Scorpius dragged his trunk to one side to let them past, not that they noticed him either.

A little nervous now Scorpius ventured to the last free compartment. A boy and a girl sat in it, chatting over Chocolate Frogs. Hit by a sudden wave of nausea, Scorpius retreated, but the boy noticed him and smiled, gesturing for him to sit down. Scorpius gulped and politely took the offer. He looked friendly enough, and a first year. But what about the girl? She was glaring at him. That glare intimidated Scorpius, reminding him of his mother’s glares at his father when he was late home from work.

“I’m Albus,” proffered the boy, grinning, ”and this is Rose.” He pointed to Rose, who was braiding a strand of wavy flame-red hair. She looked dismissively at him. Scorpius smiled slightly and nodded. Albus offered him a Chocolate Frog. Scorpius took it politely then almost swallowing it whole, all the while remembering throwing the buttered toast to the Devil’s Snare that lurked in the corner of the kitchen that his mother wouldn’t touch. Scorpius was regretting that mistake now and watched hungrily as Albus waved a second one under his nose. “You get another one if you tell us your name!”, he laughed. Scorpius giggled too, and got a further glare from Rose.

“Okay then,” he said. “I’m Scorpius.” Albus beamed, eyes twinkling, but Rose scowled. Scorpius glanced at her, nervous once more. “My dad works in the Ministry, in the Department of Mysteries. Doesn’t your dad work as an Auror?” He posed the last question to Albus, who nodded in response, before swallowing the bite of Liquorice Wand he had just eaten.

“Yup, and Rose’s dad works there too!” Albus replied. Scorpius smiled again, feeling more comfortable around them now. Rose scowled further and tossed her hair over her shoulder. Albus saw her and shook his head. “Ignore her”, he told Scorpius, “She doesn’t like the prospect of new friends much!” He roared with laughter at this, and Rose’s face went red. Scorpius was about to ask her if she was alright, when her face split into a wide grin and she laughed with him. Scorpius forced himself to join in, and soon it sounded more natural.

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“First years are sorted in the Great Hall, with the Sorting Hat,” explained Professor Agnam. The tall, pensive looking woman looked down at the first years in the crowded chamber off the main hall. “Simply put the hat on your head and sit on the stool. The hat decides your house then it will shout it out. Only then may you remove the hat and go to your house tables.” The first years shifted around uncomfortably, nervous. Tension filled the room. Scorpius looked at Albus, who was next to him. The excitement radiated off him.

Suddenly, the door into the main hall opened and blinding light from thousands of floating candles streamed in. Scorpius looked into the hall, into the great expense of faces. It awed him.

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“Malfoy, Scorpius!” the voice read out his name from the list. Was it his already? Scorpius thought wildly. It couldn’t be! Hadn’t he just entered the hall?? Scorpius looked around for something familiar. Albus gave him a quick thumbs-up from along the line. Scorpius smiled back faintly and walked, oh so slowly, up the line to the stool. He reached for the hat, hand grasping thin air until the ancient material met his fingers. It had a marvellous, familiar feel to it.

Scorpius breathed in and placed the hat on his head.


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“Yes......... plenty of spirit......knowledge........open mind! Yes, good......! Ambitious to a fault, but not cowardly.....” the Sorting Hat whispered furtively in his ear. Scorpius shivered with excitement. I don’t mind, he thought. “No preference?” the Hat asked, he nodded. “Well, I think it’ll be.......

GRYFFINDOR!” it screeched to the hall at large. Scorpius took it off, to a storm of applause and whoops from the Gryffindor table, in their usual fine style. Grinning from ear to ear, he nearly ran to the table, the Sorting Hat floating down to rest on the stool. He slid into a seat next to a messy haired boy, who beamed at him.

“I’m James, you must have met my brother, Albus,” he stuck a thumb back towards the first years line. Scorpius smiled and nodded. He felt..........included? Yes. Scorpius sat there beaming as first Albus, then Rose joined them at the table. Albus whooped along with Scorpius, and James cat-called, as Rose, face burning at the attention, joined their table. All they were missing was the food. And suddenly, it materialised before them, stacks of chicken drumsticks, bowls of lee and potato soup, vegetables, reddish-brown beef slices, smooth bread loaves, wedges of cheese as yellow as buttercups, mountains of mashed potato, sausages..... Scorpius’ eyes shined with the amount of food on the table and tried a bit of everything.

Which hadn’t been a good idea, he realised, when dessert came out. He had to try everything again. Ice cream of about 36 different flavours, more cheeses, custard in a variety of colours, marzipan, little cakes with model Quidditch players on top, which took flight on miniature broomsticks once the cake was bitten into, jelly in fantastic flavours and shapes, flavoured ice cubes crafted like magical beasts! Scorpius was fuller than an overflowing cup of Butterbeer after that, Albus looked very similar. Unfortunately they had to climb the stairs after that. Scorpius rolled his eyes in exhaustion as flight upon flight found their way under his tired feet.

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It was busy on the first few landings, where Slytherins, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and older Gryffindors bustled around with friends. Scorpius, Albus and Rose stuck close together, trying as hard as they could to keep up with their prefect, a tall pale girl with dark curly hair called Abyrith. However, this did not stop them from bumping into a group of Slytherins. Particularly one nearest the outsight, a tall fifth year with slivery blonde hair, who was laughing and demonstrating a Quidditch movement to his friends with his wand. His light blue eyes flashed as they spotted Scorpius and his friends.

“Do you mind?” he growled, before one of the girls put a hand on his shoulder, muttering, “First years, Perefin, no need to bother”. The boy looked at her, nodding, before sweeping away up the stairs. Scorpius shrank back, afraid, but as soon as the group past, he scuttled up the stairs, all the quicker.

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The long black cloak swirled out behind the figure like bat's wings. He spun the spot, wand in hand, glaring through ice-cold blue eyes at another, darker figure, shrouded in darkness. A silver-white horse Patronus pawed the ground next the first figure.

"You should have left when your father told you to," the darkened figure hissed, voice crackled. The first figure snarled and whipped out his wand infront of him.

"I could not, it is more than my education at stake here! Lives are!" it cried, teeth bared, wand trembling slightly in a gloved hand. The darkened one cackled and hissed.

"Ha ha! Or so you think! You cannot commit that sin within these walls!" it gloated. The first figure's eyes flashed.

"But I can have my sweet revenge, if only for a few seconds!"

"No, you wouldn't! Couldn't? Wouldn't! You wou-" it was cut off by a blast of magic from the first one's wand. The wand-bearer's mouth twisted into a grimace, barking his command to his wand.

"Crucio!"

Scorpius awoke sweating. Nervously, he looked around the dormitory. On his left, Albus and the others slept. To his right, rain and howling wind beat against the window. Thank goodness it was closed. Scorpius shivered, not out of cold though. Biting his lip to surpress any noise he crept out of bed and gazed out the window into the wild wild wind. A black blur canter along the ground and took flight, leathery bat-like wings beating away the rain from its skeletal, Threstral body. Scorpius shrank back from the window and climbed hurriedly back into bed.

Heh heh, yush, you will see more of Meester Silverhead later on. Hee hee hee.

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Scorpius awoke early the next morning, very early. He almost forgot what he had seen the previous night, and his dream, but remembered the black leathery shape in the distance. The rain had stopped pouring outside, and a clear breeze lifted the leaves on the trees of the Forbidden Forest. Scorpius blinked, brilliant purple eyes catching in the morning light. The sheets smelt nice, house elves maybe?? He did not know.

Scorpius shook Albus awake and got dresses. Then literally ran down stairs to the commonroom. Several second year friends of James nodded to him and, with a sleepy Albus in tow, bounded down all the stairs to.......a dead end. Scorpius frowned and Albus yawned loudly, attracting the attention of a bald ghost with slitted nostrils and a second, younger ghost, with travelling clothes and gloves with the Black family crest. The blad one snorted.

"First year scum," he hissed, the other blinked and nodded slowly, pearlescent neck muscles strained as if he did not want to nod. A flash of recognition entered the first ghost's eyes.

"A Malfoy?" he croaked. Scorpius recoiled and Albus woke up immediately. The figure leered, and the second ghost took the opportunity to escape unnoticed through a tapestry. Scorpius gulped and nodded. He was about to say something when a loud, raucious voice appeared from round the corner, followed swiftly by Proffessor Pumpkin, of Charms.

"Tom!" he cawed, like an oversized, gluttenous raven with his favourite black cloak pinned over his shoulders. This made him further resemble a abat than anything else. "Leave these firsties alone!" 'Tom' scowled and slid through the tapestry his accomplice had passed through a few moments ago, obviously intent on following him.

Proffessor Pumpkin shook his head and let a belly-deep laugh, roaring so loud it attracted the attention of several fifth year Slytherins, who rolled theior eyes and sniggered. He beamed at the pair of intrepid first years, and suddenly Scorpius felt better, as if he had eaten chocolate.

"Come now, good first years!" he boomed. "The hall is this way....."


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Scorpius managed just to drag himself up the stairs to Transfiguration. It was Halloween, and it felt weird to think that he had been at Hogwarts for almost two months. Scorpius sighed contentedly, Transfiguration with Proffessor Mardilana was the last lesson of the day, and lunch had been particulary splendid. Scorpius licked the last vestiges of chicken and gravy from his lips and slid into a seat next to Perin Fawks, another Gryffindor student whom was friends with Albus before Scorpius.

"Today, students," Proffessor Mardilana's dreamy voice floated back to them, "we will be trying to turn Flobberworms into knitting needles..." Proffessor Mardilana's lessons were always cooky, but today especially so. Perin selected the most green Flobberworm and willed it to turn into a knitting needle (it resolved to become pointy and shiny, but that was it). Scorpius had more luck, his became a green-tinged needle after only three tries. Perin whooped and attracted the attention of the Proffessor. She msiled, then appeared to remember some announcement.

"Oh, deeeah first years," she cooded," tonight is the Halloween Ball! Remember your costumes!"

"And Scorpius' birthday presents!" Perin whispered loudly afterwards. Scorpius grinned, he couldn't have felt happier.

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A band of dancing skeletons and the legendary Witch Doctors were among the guest performers at the Halloween Ball that night. Scorpius, Albus and Perin were busy preparing for the ball, there was much washing of hair and giggles from the girls' dorms. Suddenly a massive black owl hit the window with a bang, slid down the window and transformed into a rather irritated pint-sized wolf on the outer window ledge. Scorpius rolled his eyes dramatically and muttered "Darfing" before opening the window. The creature waltzed in and flumped down on a chair close to the fireplace.

Albus and Perin had not yet met the crazy owl-thing that lived in Scorpius' house. But none the less, Scorpius decided now was probably a good time., but the creature spoke first. It proffered a large package with holes punched in it.

"Leetah und pah-cah-ge for Meester Squawkious!" it said and promptly closed its large, multicoloured eyes and fell asleep. Scorpius was going to speak, when its eyes snapoped open and it continued, "Oh, yah, ish der any coh-fee arund dis plah-s??" When Scorpius shook his head as a no, it fell asleep again, paws flicking as if it was running. Scorpius rolled his eyes and turned to Perin and Albus, who were looking bewildered.

"Hees, I mean his, name is Darfing. Hewas this strange thing that managed to open the lab window and eat the Nargle Stew that Dad was testing," he explained. "He talks funny and has an unusual taste for coffee." He looked at the letter and opened it, beginning to read.....

Chapter 3: Continued....

Dear Scorpius

It appears your first year is going well so far. I am pleased to hear that. Enclosed with this letter is your birthday present and a 'costume' your mother procured for the Halloween Ball tonight. I half wish that we had had them back when I went to Hogwarts.

As I know you study the base subjects I wish to warn you as to your new Potions teacher, be warned, I know him from the Department of Mysteries. He is not all that nice and was a Hufflepuff at school, thus thinking he is now better than anyone else. Mind, he doesn't like anyone but Hufflepuffs.

Also I want to wish you a happy birthday, your mother and her Threstrals send their love.

Father Draco

P.S. I hear you are friends with Albus Potter and Perin Fawks. They are both nice boys, I hope your friendship is good.

P.P.S. Please provide Darfing with some coffee, or send him down to the kitchens - password's 'Dobby'. That should get him out of the way while you write back.