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Chapter 1:

Scorpius Malfoy sat on the edge of the lake at Hogwarts, anxiously awaiting the arrival of his father. He had made it through his first week of classes with barely a scratch (actually it was a bite, from an unfortunate incident with a doxy in his care of magical creatures class). But when he received the letter from his father that he would be arriving soon to speak about a few things, he would have gladly taken the biting fairy on again, rather than have to face the man who had raised him.

When he had arrived at Hogwarts the week before, he was taken by surprise when he joined the colors of scarlet and gold in the Gryffindor house. But his heart sank when he got to his dormitory and remembered that his father had demanded an owl immediately to inform him of his sorting into Slytherin.

So here he was, sitting on the edge of the lake, trying not to imagine what creatures belonged to all of the dark shadows under the water's surface. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice.

"Scorpius! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Rose Weasley's curls bounced as she ran to her new best friend. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement as she tried to catch her breath to deliver her news. "Some of the guys and I were going to try practicing Quidditch before the tryouts next week. Are you in?"

"Ah, I'd love to Rose. But my father will be here any moment. I really don't think I should keep him waiting."

"Yes, you're right about that," came a deep voice from behind Scorpius.

He turned around in surprise. Draco Malfoy stood daunting in black wizard robes, as the breeze whipped through his blonde hair.

"Father! Its good to see you." The eleven year old stood up to hug his father, but then seemed to remember that he might have been too old for that now that he was in school. So he stuck out his hand and they shook hands as if they were old friends.

Draco smiled slightly at his son, but his lips tightened and turned down at the corners as he took in the third person of their party.

"Father, this is my friend Rose. She's in Gryff...uh, in my house." He wasn't sure how upset Draco was with the sorting, so he figured he would try to keep the conversation safe for now.

Draco's expression did not seem to change into one of welcome.

"Young lady, I hate to seem rude. But would you mind giving my son and myself some privacy? I don't have much time here, you see."

Rose knew she had been dismissed, but she wished she could have gotten to know Scorpius' father. He may have been intimidating, but she was starting to get along very well with his son and always felt family relationships were important when trying to get to know someone better.

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy. I understand. It was nice meeting you!" She smiled at Draco and then at Scorpius, and skipped off to the quidditch pitch to practice with her cousins and other fellow Gryffindors.

Scorpius watched after her, almost wishing he could go too. But then his father cleared his throat and he wished he could shrink down to the size of the aforementioned doxy.

"So...I guess it was not a practical joke that you were sorted into Gryffindor. I came here in the hopes of seeing you in green and silver, with a smirk on your face about the deception. Apparently, the hope was in vain."

Draco was not smiling and Scorpius could almost taste the tension in the air.

"Father, I...I didn't know I would be sorted into Gryffindor. The hat seemed to be a bit confused from the start. Maybe it was all a big mistake, but...I actually like where I've been placed. The guys are all nice and Rose and I get along really well. Did you know that she-

"Enough Scorpius." Draco interrupted. "I don't need to hear every detail about your new friends." He said the final word with evident distain.

"I didn't come here to ream you about the house you were sorted into. I know you didn't decide yourself, none of us could have foreseen this. I am not going to lie and say I am not disappointed. You come from a long line of Slytherins and you should be proud of your heritage-

"But father, I am proud-

"Don't interrupt me, Scorpius." The boy looked down at his feet. His father's reprimands never did leave much to the imagination.

"I am disappointed, as I said before. But...you are my son and you are a Malfoy. That will never change. I will be proud of you as long as you stay true to yourself and your lineage. That can happen, no matter what house you are sorted into."

Scorpius understood his father's roundabout way of congratulating him on a nice beginning at school.

"I understand, Father. I won't let you down."

Draco nodded. "Before I go...that little friend of yours. Her last name isn't Weasley by any chance, is it?"

Scorpius was surprised. "How did you know?"

Draco tried to hide a sneer, but did not succeed. "I knew her father in school. Let's just say there's a family resemblance. And it isn't just in the hair color."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Scorpius didn't understand, but he was sure whatever his father had just said was meant to be some kind of insult.

"Never mind, Scorpius. Just be careful not to get too close with some of these people. You are a Malfoy, after all. We know where we belong."

Scorpius very much wanted to stand up for his new friend, but he didn't want to start a new fight with his father. He decided now was not the time. So he thanked his father for the visit, then turned back towards the school.

"Scorpius. I have one further thing I need to mention before I go."

He slowly turned around again and tried not to think of the way his father had just been speaking about Rose.

"Some of my colleagues and I are slightly worried about whether the headmistress is...equipped to remain in her post. I want you to keep an eye out for any kind of mistake she might make. You are entitled to the finest education, and if old McGonagall is not up to the task, I would like to know about it."

"She seems fine to me," he shrugged.

"Be that as it may. I would still like occasional updates on her activities. Do you think you can do that for me?"

Scorpius looked confused. "I can try."

"Good lad. Now run along. I wouldn't want to keep you from your studies." And with that he turned on his heel and headed back toward Hogsmeade.

As Scorpius heard the commotion on the quidditch pitch rising, he found himself smiling again. Nobody cared about your last name when you were holding a bat on a broomstick. They only cared about how hard you hit the bludgers. And whether or not that bludger knocked out any teeth.

End of Chapter

This chapter is short because I'm just getting the feel for it. I hope you like it!