*I read the Cursed Child script and decided I wanted to write my own version. Short little events. Some references from the book, so be warned if you haven't read it yet. I don't have an editor so please forgive grammar mistakes etc.*

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Scorpius Malfoy wiped sweaty palms against the front of his robes. He sat alone, tall legs tucked gracefully under the seat. He stared out the window, his grey-blue eyes staring back absently. The considerable amount of sweets in his lap crinkled loudly as his foot tapped gently on the floor below. He was nervous. Scorpius ran a hand through his hair, brushing it away from his sculpted features. Pale blonde hair cut in an angular fringe was swept away from his eyes, plastering to one side. Magic. He was finally headed to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He let out a shaky sigh, nerves once again igniting with panic.

"He heard voices coming from behind the compartment doors and turned face to face with a bright eyed girl and boy with dark untidy hair. A Potter and a Granger-Weasley – the hair gave them away. The young Malfoy gave a small, anxious grin. The other boy smiled, slightly lopsided, and said

"Hi. Is this compartment...

"It's free. Just me." Scorpius grinned back shyly, sweets shifting in his lap.

"Great. So we might just – come in – for a bit – if that's okay?"
Scorpius nodded politely the panic in his chest calming down as he watched them under long, dark lashes.

"That's okay. Hi." He replied, glancing at the taller of the two. The red-headed girl didn't say anything, but her lips began to thin into a hardened line. The other boy brushed the hair away from his face, green eyes glowing.

"Albus, Al. I'm – my name is Albus."

"The blonde boy nodded, and found himself stammering over his Potter boy was handsome – a cheerful face that seemed to brighten up the room.

"Hi Scorpius. I mean, I'm Scorpius. You're Albus. I'm Scorpius. And you must be..."

"Rose." The girl replied. Her tone has thick with frost.

"Hi. Rose. Would you like Frizzing Whizzes?" He watched as she exhaled sharply through her nose.

"I've just had breakfast, thanks."

"I've also got some Shock-o-Choc, Pepper Imps and some Jelly Slugs. Mum's idea – she says," Scorpius broke into a melody, " Sweets, they always help you make friends." His voice faltered nervously. "Stupid idea, probably."

The dark haired boy grinned in amusement, hand again going to his hair. The grin was contagious.

"I'll have some...Mum doesn't let me have sweets. Which one would your start with?"

The young Malfoy began describing the varieties with enthusiasm. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Rose hit Albus and a sinking feeling blossomed in his stomach.

"She's hitting you because of me." Scorpius cut in, feeling his face fall. Stupid, thinking you can make friends with a Potter and a .

"What?"

"Listen," Scorpius said in one giant breathe. "I know who you are, so it's probably only for you know who I am. You're Albus Potter. She's Rose Granger-Weasley. And I am Scorpius Malfoy." he put emphasis on his last name. "My parents are Astoria and Draco Malfoy. Our parents – they didn't get on."

The next few minutes seemed to drag on for ages, as the three of them bantered back and forth, heart sinking with every word.

"He's the son of a Death Eater, Albus. His family was part of Voldemort's circle." Rose hissed, eyes ablaze.

The silence was defining. Scorpius wanted to disappear, fingers biting into his palms. Albus finally broke the silence with a small chuckle.

"He's seems normal, more than you, Rose."

Scorpius looked up into those green eyes, his heart leaping in his chest. It felt electric. He couldn't help it. He let out a shaky laugh.

Rose snorted, pulling on the smaller boy's robe.

"Come on Albus."

Albus watched the various emotions flitter across Malfoy's face.

"No." Rose looked at him disbelievingly. "I'm okay. You go on..."

Scorpius watched on, his stomach full of butterflies. With a huff, Rose left the compartment shouting out a 'Fine!' as she went in search of a new seat. Green eyes locked on to grey blue, both unsure what to do next.

"Thank you." Scorpius nodded, hiding his blush.

"No. No. I didn't stay – for you – I stayed for your sweets." Albus said, smile still hoovering on his lips. Scorpius grinned, popping a candy in his mouth and felt the smoke start to erupt from his ears.

"THANK YOU FOR STAYING FOR MY SWEETS, ALBUS."

"Wow." Albus laughed. While Scorpius sorted through the pile on his lap, Albus had time to study his new friend. The Malfoy was tall, tall for his age. His skin was fair, his hair fairer still. Almost like fresh fallen snow. He was very beautiful, if that was the right word to use. Almost like fey. Albus laughed as the air turned from white to blue, filling the compartment with sweet scented smoke that was still erupting from Scorpius's ears. They were going to be great friends.

*o.o.o.o.o*

"SLYTHERIN!"

Scorpius grinned, as the House cheered him on. He wasn't surprised. After all, his father and mother had been Slytherins. He walked with enthusiasm to the Slytherin table, earning a few pats on the back. He found a spot against the wall along with some of the other first years – he was by far the tallest one in the group. He watched as his new friend Albus swiftly approached the Sorting Hat, a look of determination set across his face. Scorpius watched eagerly as Albus put the hat upon his mess of reddish-brown curls.
Minutes passed and confusion set on the smaller boy. What is taking so long? Scorpius bit his lip.

"SLYTHERIN!"

A perfect silence fell over the room. Whispers immediately broke through the halls as Scorpius Malfoy shouted out at the stunned Potter.

"You can stand next to me!" Scorpius waved his hand vigorously, grinning as Albus mumbled something. He looked discombobulated. He made his way over to Scorpius.

"We're in the came House."

"Ya." Albus muttered. Was the Sorting Hat wrong? He didn't belong in Slytherin did he? He glanced at the tall blonde boy beside him. He was grinning ear to ear and Albus couldn't help but smile back. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

*o.o.o.o.o*

The first years were escorted down a long staircase to the Slytherin Common Room by a Prefect, their foot steps echoing throughout the castle. The way to the entrance was lit with touches and high candles. A large stone wall loomed in front of the first years, which grated open with a password that revealed a dark room illuminated by greenish lamps. Large windows towards the end of the common room were shimmering green, displaying the waters of the Black Lake. Dark green and black sofas and chairs surrounded a great, ornate fireplace while elaborate tapestries hung from tall ceilings. Various skulls and skeletons of magical creatures decorated some of the window mantles. A jade chessboard with beautiful carved figures was located near the fireplace. It was a grand room but a cold one.

"You will see here that the password changes every fortnight, so make sure you read this daily." The Prefect was gesturing to a large notice board made out of dark wood. "You are never to bring students from other houses here and you are never to revel to password."

Albus could feel all eyes turn in his general direction. He stood tall, arms crossed over his chest.

"As if," he muttered to Scorpius, who gave a small nod.

The boys dormitory was just as grand. Ancient four-poster beds with emerald silk hangings stood proud among the crafted silver lanterns that hung from the ceiling. Water lapped along the windows, casting its green glow throughout the room. The walls were adorned with the Slytherin crest wrought with silver and green.

"Looks like we're sleeping together. I mean, sharing a room. Room mates." Scorpius stated shyly as he claimed a bed by one of the windows. Albus nodded, choosing the bedside next to his friend.

"Do you think the Sorting Hat made a mistake?" Albus murmured quietly as three other boys claimed the remaining open beds. "I mean, my entire family was from Gryffindor."

"I'm glad your a Slytherin." Scorpius pouted.

"I know." Albus grinned, taking a seat beside the other boy. They stared out the window together, watching the green light shimmering across the glass.

*o.o.o.o.o.o*

"This stinks," hissed Albus. "Literally."

"I blame the Flobberworm mucus." Scorpius replied, hunched over the mixture of herbs that he was trying to crush. "We haven't even added it in yet."/p

"Remind me why we are brewing this?"

"Because, Mr. Potter," The Potions Professor broke in. "The Herbology department is having a small problem with weeds. Professor Longbottom has requested that we brew some for the other students."

Albus wrinkled his nose as the Professor turned towards a set of students who's potion has turned a strange yellow, black smoke rising from the top of the cauldron.

"What do we add next?" His fingers pushing his dark curls away from his face.

"Add in the herbs and wave your wand, once in a full circle." Scorpius handed the powder over to his friend. "Then we let it brew for 45 minutes."

"Ugh, this class sucks." Albus moaned, adding in the powder to the simmering lionfish spikes.

"Just like you, Potter!"

"Albus, don't." The young Malfoy reached out to Albus who was searching for the culprit. "Just focus on the potion."

"Listen to the bookwork! What a freak."

"Call him that one more time and I'll send you to the Infirmary." Albus clenched his fist, wand in mid circle over the bubbling green liquid. The insult had come from Callum Hunt, a tall dark haired boy with taunting eyes.

"Like you could take me on, Potter." Callum nudged his friends, earning silent laughs.

"Um, Albus?" Scorpius interjected. "Did you complete the circle?"

"Kinda busy, Scorpius."

"But–"

BOOM

The potion erupted over the table, green liquid sticking to their hair and clothes. Callum and his friends erupted into laughter.

"Boys!" The Professor shouted. "Enough. 10 points from Slytherin for not paying attention. Clean up this mess before I decide to deduct any more points from your House."

*o.o.o.o.o.o*

"Sorry about your hair," Albus muttered as they hurried to Transfigurations. He glanced at the tall boy in apology, wincing at the bright emerald fringe. Scorpius grinned lightly, his fingers brushing the hair to one side.

"It will be gone by end of day. It got you pretty good." Albus snorted. He had a few green highlights but they weren't as noticeable.

"We kinda look like rock stars."

"Rock stars?"

"Yah, famous singers. They can do whatever they want to their hair or clothes. Muggles love it."

"If Dad saw me, I would be dead. Well, not dead. He would be furious, but I would be okay. Well maybe not okay. I think mum would get a laugh though."

They found their desks as they entered through the doors. The classroom was surrounded by high windows, wooden desks, several cages and large bookshelves.

"On time," Albus grinned, sliding into one of the empty window seats.

"Correction – I made sure we were on time," Scorpius stated, pulling out textbooks and his wand.

"Have you ever been late?" Albus asked and Scorpius raised an eyebrow. "I guess not."

Class began and Albus struggled to cast miniature desks into pigs. He finally succeeded in giving his pig wooden legs.

"I think they are cute." Scorpius smiled, scratching the tiny white pig that lay in his palm.

"Your's looks cute." Albus moped, jealously eyeing up the tiny white animal.

"Here," Scorpius quickly turned the pig back into a desk. "You have to say the spell as soon as you flick your wrist to the right."

"You make it look so easy."

"You just need to practise."

"You did it on your first try!"

"You're doing better than they are." Albus turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of Callum and his friends. They had managed small wooden tails. Albus grinned.
Scorpius watched Albus, renewed with vigour, flick his wand with determination. The sun caught the red tints of his hair – threads of fire.

"Look, I did it!" Albus shouted, rising from his seat. Scorpius refocused on the small creature in front of his friend.

"Well done, Mr. Potter." The Professor smiled. "Now you just have to change it from wood."

The tiny pig grunted in response.

*o.o.o.o.o.o*

"Hey bookworm!"

Scorpius, lost to the world among the pages of his textbook, ignored the three boys who were making their way through the courtyard.

"What's the freak reading?" Callum jeered, grabbing the book from the blonde boy. "This is a Third Year Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook. Why you have this, then freak? Your dad teach you dark magic?"

"Just give it – back." Scorpius stood. He was taller than Callum, though not by much.

"You want your book back?"

"Yes."

"Shouldn't it be restricted or something?" Callum whispered. "Dark Arts and Death Eaters don't mix well."

Scorpius bit his tongue, his hands trembling. Callum grinned, revealing white teeth. He tossed the book to his friends, shoving the blonde out of the way. The young Malfoy inhaled, trying to recall the various star systems.

"What happened?"

Scorpius turned to find Albus walking towards him, eyes focused on the vanishing Slytherins.

"Nothing – It's fine."

"Tell me." Albus looked at his friend – pale grey-blue eyes shifting between colours. Fascinating. How do they do that? Albus thought.

"They borrowed my textbook. It's fine – I'm fine. I could use some nourishment before next class starts – lunch?"

Scorpius straightened his tie with a slight smile.

Albus nodded briefly, taking one last glance around the courtyard before hurrying to catch up with Scorpius.

"I hope they have chocolate cake." Scorpius murmured. "Maybe some fruit pastries."

"You really like your sweets." Albus laughed. Scorpius blushed.

*o.o.o.o.o.o*

Albus stared at the bathroom mirror, knuckles stinging. Water droplets clung to his red-brown curls which failed to hide the growing purple bruise that surrounded one eye. He had split a part of his lip.

"I think we should go to the Infirmary." Scorpius said quietly.

"I have to go back out there."

"I don't think –"

"I can't let a bloody broom make an utter ass out of me!" Albus nearly shouted. "I hate Quidditch!"

"Will you at least let me try out a healing spell?"

""When did you learn healing spells?" Albus uttered in disbelief. His friend turned a slight pink.

"I haven't learned it – yet– I've been doing some late night reading – I have a hard time falling asleep at night."

"Well that sounds great. What if you make my face entirely purple?"

Scorpius sighed. Albus was having a tough time with Quidditch practice. The broom he had finally managed to get on had thrown him off repeatedly. Attempting one last effort, much to the amusement of the class, Albus had hopped back on. The broom had taken off across the grounds forcing the Professor to freeze it in mid-flight.

"Would you – at the very least – let me try and help?" Scorpius pulled out his wand; it was made of willow and elm with a dragon heartstring core. Albus raised one eyebrow, wincing at the sting of pain.

"Fine."

"Episky" Scorpius waved his wand over the wounded areas; the split lip healing instantly. The was a pause. Albus turned back towards the mirror.

"My eye is bright yellow!"

"Sorry."

"At least it's better then purple and the pain isn't so bad," Albus groaned. Seeing Scorpius in a sulky mood, Albus gave him a slap on the back. "You're the best, Scorp."

The young Potter headed out the door with a pink-cheeked boy following close behind.