The Dissolution of Dynasties

"I don't understand why I have to go have lunch with Grandfather," Scorpius griped.

"Don't start," Draco said. "He likes spending time with you."

"No he doesn't. He likes shoving pureblood ideology down my throat. You don't like him yourself, Dad. Why do I have to put up with him?"

"Because he's your grandfather," Draco sighed. "Please, just…try to control your temper. And don't tell him anything that would give him a heart attack."

Scorpius chuckled. "Fine. But you owe me."

"I'm sitting through the interview with you later, aren't I? I'd say we're even…"

Rolling his eyes, Scorpius grabbed his scarf and Disapparated.

It worked for about half an hour. Scorpius had held his tongue for the most part, but the third time the words "filthy half bloods" left his grandfather's mouth, he snapped a bit. "Could we please talk about something else?"

Lucius sat back in his chair smirking. "Draco's been far too lenient with the company you keep, I can tell. But, yes, we can change the subject. What do you plan on doing this summer? I am partially funding your activities; I should be privy to the details."

"Funding it? I'm getting my inheritance next week. It's rightfully mine. It's not like you're paying for my expenses out of pocket…."

"Just tell me what you're doing," Lucius huffed.

"I'm traveling. I'll be in France, Switzerland, Germany, Ukraine…. Those are just ideas for now. I'll have an official list by Friday."

"I see. Well, maybe a bit of time traveling will clear your head of all these…er…bad influences. Influences like Albus Potter," he said, voice laced with contempt.

"Please don't start, Grandfather. Just because you don't like his father is no reason to talk badly about him."

"Well when you get back, your grandmother and I expect you to spend some more time with us—allow us to introduce you to some civilized company."

Scorpius just smiled. No chance… he thought.

It was packed at the Burrow. Even in the new and improved house the Grandparents Weasley had bought, having all of the family in made it a bit cramped. This was the reason Albus Potter was currently lying on a longboard by the window in Grandpa Weasley's shed, listening to the old Wireless. There was one in the house, but Grandma Weasley was forcing the family to listen to one of her old school singers. Albus gave the speaker another prod with his wand to clear the reception, as the absolutely irritating voice of Roland Skeeter (son of Rita Skeeter) came through.

"Witches, Wizards, Warlocks and everyone in between, welcome to The Weekly Rundown! I'm your host, Roland Skeeter, and today we have an extra special treat for all of you! Not only are we previewing the new music by Hieroglyphs and Hauntings, but we have an interview with the famous Scorpius Malfoy! Here he is now, with his father Draco. How are you both today?"

"Very well, thanks," Scorpius said.

"Great!" Roland yelped. "So, Scorpius, how does it feel to be one of the most famous wizards in Britain? I mean, you're a household name because of your work with your father's charity. Does that change the way your classmates view you at all?"

"Not at all," Scorpius chuckled. "I'm still their friend; I don't act any different. A lot of times they ask if they can help out with the charity as well, but other than that, I'm just the guy who's crap at Transfiguration."

Roland laughed. "Not your best subject, eh?"

"Not by a long shot."

"What is?"

"I'm good with Charms and Potions."

"Starting your final year in two months, right?"

"That's right."

"You must be very proud of your son, Draco."

"Extremely," Draco said fondly.

In the dusty shade of the shed, Albus smiled. He'd only met Mr. Malfoy once, when the man had come to the school to watch a Quidditch match, but from that one visit he knew that "proud" didn't go far enough to describe how he felt about Scorpius. Albus gave the Wireless a few violent jabs as it went fuzzy again, before settling in to listen again.

"So, you're one of the most eligible bachelors in the wizarding world. Do you and the Potter boys have a rivalry going?"

Scorpius chuckled nervously, and Albus could practically see him turning red. "No, there's no rivalry. Albus and I are…er…friends. No competition except on the Quidditch field."

"So the Malfoy-Potter hatchet has been buried?"

"Yes," Draco answered for both of them.

"Is that why, sources tell me, Grandfather Lucius Malfoy isn't too happy with you right now?"

One of the, Albus didn't know which, shifted in their seat. There was quiet, and for a moment Albus thought he'd lost the transmission. Then, Scorpius spoke again.

"My grandfather is from a different period. His opinions are his own, but he enjoys having me around even though mine tend to differ. He's invited me to stay with him and my grandmother for a bit before the year starts."

"So is that what you'll be doing this summer?"

"Actually I'll be traveling. Don't quite know where yet, but I decided to get it out of my system before I have to be an adult and look for a job."

Roland chuckled. "Well best of luck on your travels, and your last year of school. Thank you both for being with us today. Here's the new Hieroglyphs and Hauntings song, "Primordial". We'll be back after a short break."

Albus turned the Wireless off as a shadow blocked the light coming in from the shed door.

"There you are!" Dominique said. "We've been looking all over for you. Come on, we're going to play Quidditch in the field. Teddy said he'd ref for us!"

"I'm coming."

"Oi! There's an owl at the window," Hugo said.

Harry let the bird in and gave it a treat. Taking the letter, he said, "Ahh! I thought I recognized him. It's for you, Albus. From Scorpius."

"Merlin, again?" James said. "He's written, what? Twice a day since we've been here? He acts like he's in love with you, Al!"

Albus took the letter and didn't turn around to face the group until he was sure his blush had gone away. "He wants to meet up for lunch tomorrow. Can I go, Dad?"

"I guess," Harry said, shrugging. "As long as it's all right with your mother."

"It's fine. Maybe they'll get all of their stories out of their systems and save their owls a few trips."

Albus blushed again, but said nothing. Pocketing the letter, he walked back to the group to join the game of Exploding Snap.

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