Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Albus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy

Summary: Everyone was amazed when Albus Potter was sorted into Slytherin House, but no less amazing was the effect on Hogwarts and the House itself. No longer reviled, and now popular, times had certainly changed for Slytherin House. But not for Scorpius Malfoy... This is SLASH – you have been warned.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world is not mine, but it's sure fun playing in it.

Warnings: This will eventually be NC17 rated so graphic descriptions of m/m sex. Bullying. Mild violence.

Author's Note: I've never written one of these angst-filled, Cinderella, hurt/comfort type of things so I thought I'd see if I could. This is the result. It's also the first story that I've written for a long time that has dual pov, but it seemed appropriate.

EXTRA AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so there is a review on this story implying that a character was raped, and I'd like to make it clear that this is not the case. If it was, then I would have warned for it. So, I'll make it clear - there is NO RAPE in this story.

Albus Potter and the Slytherin Fairy Princess - Chapter 1

Scorpius Malfoy sighed gently as he watched Albus Potter laughing loudly with his friends. It had been many years since he'd envied the other boy for his easy humour, his vibrant looks and his many friends, and now his feelings about Albus Potter were both very straightforward and far more complicated.

He had a terrible crush, he knew it, and he also knew that if anyone else found out about it his life would be even more miserable at Hogwarts then it was now.

It wasn't that he hated Hogwarts. Far from it, he loved learning so he loved the lessons. He sometimes wondered how it was that he hadn't been sorted into Ravenclaw, but he was after all a Malfoy, and that meant Slytherin, even if the Malfoy name didn't mean as much as his father assured him it once had.

Scorpius didn't give a toss about the Malfoy name, in fact if it meant that he would be left alone he'd rather not have it.

Still, he thought, as he tore his eyes away from Albus Potter and stirred his porridge despondently, even if he had been sorted into another house, things still wouldn't have been different. He was still a Malfoy, and he was still himself, and for various reasons, not many people seemed to like that.

His father had always told him to be proud to be a Malfoy and proud to be a Slytherin, but to keep his head down and work hard. And Scorpius had tried to do that, he really had. He was quiet, he studied hard, he didn't interfere with anyone, but for some reason it just didn't work.

He could sort of understand the way everyone seemed to feel about his name, after all the Malfoys had played both sides in the war, and there was a general feeling that they couldn't be trusted, and even if it had all happened before he was even born, Scorpius could understand that mud stuck.

But as for the rest of it, Scorpius thought resentfully, did it really matter what he looked like? Yes, he had the Malfoy white hair, pale skin and grey eyes. He had delicate features, he was slender and fine-boned, and he'd long since given up on getting any taller (he would be sixteen next week and he hadn't grown a millimetre since his fifteenth birthday), but surely all of that was no reason to call him the Slytherin Fairy Princess. He wasn't a girl, and the title wasn't even that original. Sure, he was gay, but Scorpius knew that wasn't why he was so unpopular because the most popular boy in the school, Albus Potter, was also gay, and he even had a boyfriend.

Of course, that was actually one of the worst things about having a crush on Albus Potter. The fact that he was actually gay was a cause of constant, painful hope, even if Albus didn't even seem to know that Scorpius was alive, which was extremely depressing, considering the fact that they were both Slytherin and therefore shared a dormitory. The fact that Albus had a boyfriend, Gryffindor prefect Simon Crimshaw, was the perfect killer of that hope, for Simon Crimshaw was everything that Scorpius was not. Tall and athletic with brown curly hair and melting brown eyes, Simon was a beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and it was expected that he would be Captain when James Potter left Hogwarts.

Scorpius briefly wondered if that would affect Simon's relationship with Albus, for Albus was Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and highly competitive, but being on opposing teams hadn't seemed to have bothered them so far, which Scorpius knew for a fact after witnessing their affection for each other on a daily basis for the last two years. And that was particularly painful considering Scorpius, himself, had never even been kissed.

A finger suddenly poked him in the ribs and a sharp yelp fell from Scorpius' lips. He glared at his smiling neighbour resentfully.

"Stop moping," said Peony Zabini, his closest and, well, only friend, really. "Eat your breakfast."

"I'm not hungry," Scorpius replied. "And keep your fingers to yourself."

Peony waggled her eyebrows. "Bet you wouldn't say that if I was a boy."

"Oh Merlin, don't you start," Scorpius sniped, and then softened it with a smile, when Peony's grin faltered.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," Scorpius shook his head. "Just the usual stress of the first day. What do we have first?" he asked, attempting to change the subject.

Peony rolled her eyes. "As if you don't know that it's Potions. And you also know that it's with the Gryffindors."

Scorpius hummed his agreement, his eyes drifting to the Gryffindor table. He'd already had an encounter with the boy who was one of his chief tormentors on the way to the Great Hall that morning and he was well aware that Martin Creevey would be sharing the Potions classroom with him. So, the chances of having a peaceful morning were slim to none.

Peony patted his arm gently but did not speak and Scorpius was grateful for her silent understanding. Martin Creevey was the bane of Scorpius' life at Hogwarts and the fact that Creevey was actually friends with Albus Potter's boyfriend had not deterred him from starting the Slytherin Fairy Princess nickname. But Scorpius knew that Creevey hadn't started that because Scorpius was gay; he'd started it because he knew that Scorpius would hate it. And anything he could do to make Scorpius' life miserable, Creevey would do, because Creevey and his father blamed Scorpius' father for the death of Martin Creevey's uncle back in the Battle of Hogwarts.

Scorpius sighed again. Unfortunately, Martin Creevey was a popular Gryffindor, he was on the Quidditch team, and whilst he was not in the inner circle of Albus' friends, he was friends with Simon Crimshaw and that was enough to earn him some extra respect. So, that meant nobody interfered whenever Creevey decided to have a go at Scorpius. Not that anyone would have anyway, because Scorpius was a Malfoy.

The bell rang, making Scorpius jump, and Peony laughed. Scorpius poked his tongue out at her and she laughed again as they gathered up their books, grabbed their bags and wandered out of the Great Hall.

Scorpius lowered his head as they approached the Potions classroom and he saw the Gryffindors waiting outside – he wasn't trying to hide exactly but he thought it would probably be wise not to draw any attention to himself.

Unfortunately it didn't work.

"Hey there, Fairy Princess!"

The voice that Scorpius thought that he probably hated most in the world rang out through the hallway and Scorpius sighed wearily. Beside him Peony stiffened and stepped closer in a small show of support for which Scorpius felt absurdly grateful.

"When are you gonna stop disgracing those Hogwarts' robes and start wearing the pink, sparkly dress that we all know would suit you better," Creevey continued. "And grow some wings."

There were a few spurts of laughter amongst the other students in the corridor and Creevey looked around in a smug, satisfied way that made a small curl of anger unwind in Scorpius' stomach.

"What does it matter to you anyway?" he asked in a high, tight voice, surprising himself completely. "I don't harass you with the fact that you're ugly and unpleasant, so I don't understand why you care so much what I look like."

There was a shocked silence, except for Peony's startled whisper of "Scorp, what are you doing?", and a few of the other students looked at him as if they'd never seen him before. Scorpius thought that was probably appropriate because he certainly didn't feel like himself, but somehow, after a summer of freedom from Creevey, he just wasn't ready to put up with him the way he usually did.

Creevey's face, after a moment of startled shock, was burning red with fury and he stepped closer to Scorpius, forcing him back against the wall.

"You're going to pay for that, Princess," he whispered, his breath hot on Scorpius' face.

"Hey, why is everyone still standing in the hallway?"

Creevey stepped back quickly and Scorpius saw that Rose Weasley and Albus Potter, both prefects, and Simon Crimshaw, were walking towards the large group gathered around the Potion's doorway.

"The Professor will be here in a sec," Rose Weasley continued. "So everyone get inside."

She strode into the classroom, Albus and Simon, holding hands, following her. As he passed them, Potter's eyes drifted over Scorpius and Peony and he smiled faintly but impersonally. It was obvious he'd seen nothing of what had occurred and Scorpius was relieved that his crush had not witnessed his humiliation. But still, it really was depressing to be so thankful that the boy he liked did not even seem to really know that he existed.

Potions had always been a favourite subject for Scorpius so it was irritating that he now shared the class with Creevey, but he and Peony snagged a desk as far away as possible from the Gryffindor and the first half hour went by peacefully enough.

Then there was a knock at the door and the Head Boy, James Potter looked in. He glanced at Professor Snorpatch and smiled at her questioning look.

"Is Scorpius Malfoy in here?" he asked.

Scorpius looked up in surprise, flushing, as every head in the room turned towards him.

"I'm Malfoy," he said.

"Oh, right," James Potter grinned. "Well, you'd better come with me. Headmistress wants to see you."

There was an outbreak of whispering as Scorpius packed his quills and parchment into his bag, but Professor Snorpatch quickly quietened the room.

Scorpius' mind was buzzing as he walked beside James Potter. Surely he wasn't going to get into trouble for what had happened in the hallway – it hadn't really been his fault – and how could Headmistress Sprout even know about it anyway? He shot a quick glance at the tall boy next to him and took a deep breath. He'd never actually spoken to him before, he'd never even been near him, but he was Albus' brother and that was enough to send Scorpius' already frazzled nerves into meltdown.

"Um… what's going on?" he finally managed to ask.

James Potter shook his head, but his smile was sympathetic. "Don't know," he said. "I'm on a free and I just got this message to get you."

"Oh," said Scorpius, and they continued the walk in silence.

Scorpius had never been to the Headmistress's office before but he'd heard about it so he wasn't surprised when James Potter stopped in front of a large stone gargoyle on the third floor, and said "Bubotuber" loudly. As the stairs appeared, Potter waved a hand cheerfully at Scorpius and wandered down the hallway. Scorpius watched him for a moment and then went up the stairs.

Professor Sprout was waiting for him at the top and she quickly bustled him into a chair, placed a cup of tea on the desk in front of him and then took her place opposite him. Scorpius blinked at her, absolutely mystified, and becoming steadily more worried at the serious look in her eyes.

"Teddy Lupin is on his way," the headmistress finally said, "but it will still be some time before he gets here."

Teddy Lupin? Scorpius frowned in utter confusion. He knew that Teddy Lupin's mother had been his father's cousin, and Scorpius had even met him once or twice, but why in Merlin's name would Professor Sprout pull him out of class in order to wait for a visit from Teddy Lupin?

"I had better explain, although it's not easy." The headmistress sighed, and Scorpius realised that he was gaping at her in what was probably a very unattractive fashion and snapped his mouth shut.

"Early this morning your parents left London in a Muggle vehicle that I believe is referred to as a taxi."

"A Muggle vehicle?" Scorpius was astonished and he gazed at the Professor in disbelief.

"Yes," she nodded, and then continued, "the Floo network at the hotel they were staying in was undergoing repairs."

Scorpius nodded, and after a moment the Professor sighed again.

"I'm very sorry, Scorpius," she said. "But the taxi was involved in some sort of accident with another Muggle vehicle and I'm afraid that both of your parents died at the scene."

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