AN: This is an ongoing story that takes place right after Deathly Hallows ends; a continuation of the Harry Potter series, if you will. It will be based on Draco's son, Scorpius, and his friendship with Harry's son, Albus. The friendship brings about many things, mainly Harry and Draco attempting to put aside their difference and try being "friends", as well as a huge blow to Harry and Ron's friendship. There will be all the canon parings and a few of my own, if I feel like it. A few OCs, but none that play major roles (basically just fill-ins). I intend for this story to be quite long, as I have a nice idea for when Scorpius and Albus are a bit older. . . but I have to establish grounding for the story before I get to that.
The story begins right on Platform 9 and ¾ and follows through all the way (hopefully) til quite far into the boys' school career. Each chapter will be between 300 and 1000 words. I know that's short, but that way I can update often.
Enough talking, on with the story!
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters or anything even remotely related to the Harry Potter Franchise, except my own copies of the books and some merchandise.
Warnings: None really. Minimal swearing, no violence (at least not til much later :-P). I may decide to have a yaoi pairing but I'm not sure yet. Depends if the story gets a response at all.
At The Station
"Daddy. . ." Scorpius said softly, trying to look braver than he was feeling. He would be boarding the Hogwarts Express for the first time shortly. He was excited to go to school, meet new people, learn to control his powers, and all the other things his parents had told him would undoubtedly happen. . . but was also somewhat sad. Scorpius had a comfortable life at home, and was always dreading having to leave.
"You'll be fine, my son" Draco said, smiling gently down at his little boy. He too was trying to be brave; he didn't want to have to say goodbye.
"I know. It's just. . ." Scorpius looked at his feet. He didn't want his father to think he was immature, but he felt that if he didn't say it now, he would be thinking it all the way to Hogwarts. Draco knelt down so that he was at eye-level with his child. At eleven years old, Scorpius was tiny. Surely one of the slightest children on the platform. "I'm going to miss you so much, Daddy!" Scorpius said, and flung his arms around his father. He was slightly embarrassed, but Scorpius really would miss his dear dad, and wanted him to know.
Draco smiled broadly and embraced his son. He never knew that he was going to be this sentimental. . . But Draco's whole outlook on life had changed with the birth of his first born. He wasn't ashamed that he loved this child so much, so unconditionally.
"I'll miss you too, Scor. But I promise I'll write, and I'll be seeing you at Christmas. Just go and have fun. You're entering a whole new phase of your life, and although it makes me quite nostalgic, I couldn't be prouder of you right now" Draco said firmly, letting go of Scorpius and straightening up.
"Goodbye, Dad" Scorpius said, hugging Draco's waist. It was almost eleven o' clock, and Scorpius needed to board the train.
"Farewell, Scor. Have fun" Draco tousled the boy's bleach blonde hair affectionately, and gestured him towards the train doors.
Not far away, Harry Potter was also seeing off his children. A few metres down the platform, Albus was expressing his fears to his father that he was afraid of being placed in Slytherin. Harry assured him that it would be alright, and bade farewell to his older son, James. James boarded the train after kissing his mother goodbye.
"But I don't want to be in Slytherin!" Albus wailed.
"I'm pretty sure you'll be in Gryffindor, kiddo. Now get yourself on that train before it leaves without you. Say hi to Professor Longbottom for us" Harry ushered his child onto the train with a sigh.
The train whirred to life and began to move slowly. As it increased in speed and gained momentum, both Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were waving at their sons before the train turned a corner and whisked said sons away.
It was at that moment that Harry and Draco caught each other's eye, standing on the platform in the silence the train had left behind. Trying to make it less awkward, Harry said "Hello" in an unsure voice.
Taken aback slightly but not losing composure, Draco replied, "Hi, Potter".
"So. . . You have kids then?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual. He was quite interested to hear what his old rival had made of his life, but didn't want to sound too enthusiastic.
Draco looked him up and down suspiciously before answering, "Yes, two. Boys".
"That's nice. How old are they?" Harry inquired.
Draco forced politeness, not wanting to revert to his old ways nor show Potter he hadn't matured in all these years. "Scorpius is eleven and Lucien is five". Draco paused before deciding it's only polite to return the question. "and yourself?"
"Yes, two sons and a daughter. James is thirteen, Albus is eleven, and Lily is nine" Harry informed him. Draco wasn't really interested. Ginny cleared her throat and gave Harry a look that said, "Can we leave now?"
"Well, keep well. Bye" Harry said, and left the station with his wife.
Draco didn't say anything, merely nodded and made his way home to his son and his House-Elf.
AN: Wow the chapter looks shorter than I thought it would. Good thing there are lots of them!! I know nothing interesting happened, but I had to start somewhere right?
Next Chapter: On The Train
The corridors of the train were busy and crowded, and frankly, Scorpius found it a little over-whelming. . .
to be continued!