This Is Who You Are

by kittenvks

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING Harry Potter and co. belong to JKR

Warnings, etc: Slash, HPDM RWHG

Chapter One: It's Time

Draco Malfoy sighed desperately at his son, Scorpius. The boy was normally very neat and clean but had recently become untidy and slightly reckless with his belongings. Currently, his clothes were scattered about his room in their two bedroom flat, in muggle London. Draco stood in the door, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the younger Malfoy who was blissfully ignoring his father, reading a book near the window.

"Scorpius. I've had just about enough of whatever rebelling you're trying to do here. You will clean up your room. Kindly deposit your clothes by the door so that I can take them to the laundrette later," Draco snapped.

Scorpius looked up from his book, obviously agitated, with one eyebrow raised in defiance. He never spoke, and hadn't since he was a younger child. After discovering his mother's dead body, killed by Lucius Malfoy to spite Draco, the boy had clammed up- never to speak again. Fearing for the life of his child, Draco had taken Scorpius away from the wizarding world, choosing to live much like a muggle in London, all his things locked away in a hidden trunk. Draco had gotten rid of his wand, sending it by owl to Harry Potter, but kept any thing else he owned, just in case Lucius were to ever find them- he would protect Scorpius with all that he had. Becoming angry, Draco stood straighter, lifting himself away from where he'd been leaning on the door frame.

"Scorpius Malfoy, you will do as I say. I am your father and I make the rules. I *will* take your books from you, undoubtedly. Clean this room. Now." Draco snapped in his best angry father voice, before turning on his heel and retreating to his own room.

Collapsing onto his single bed and staring up at the ceiling, arms folded beneath his head, Draco found he wanted to cry more than he was angry. He had tried everything he knew to try to get Scorpius to just talk to him. He'd paid good money for muggle therapists, bought and read all the books on the subject, yet nothing worked. He knew the boy was lonely but Draco was too afraid of Lucius to let him go anywhere so public that he could make friends. They'd moved around a lot over the years, staying in one bedroom flats until Scorpius got old enough to need his own room. Draco had noticed several wizards and witches over the years but they rarely, if ever, recognized him. When they did he'd left, uprooting himself and Scorpius once more. Draco had become so paranoid that he'd even gone as far as pulling the boy from school and had began homeschooling him. He knew Scorpius knew something was amiss, but he would not tell the boy of his wizarding heritage.

Draco sighed, thinking about Hogwarts and the war. His mother had died soon after, murdered by Lucius for betraying Voldemort in the Forbidden Forrest, saving Harry Potter. Lucius had then been captured by aurors, Harry Potter himself making the arrest and sentenced to life in Azkaban for his crimes. Draco had had his own hand in the war, but thanks to the Boy Who Lived's testimony, had been released without having to spend a night in that terrible prison. He'd gone ahead and granted his mother's wish of fulfilling the arranged marriage between himself and Astoria Greengrass. Of course, being arranged, neither loved the other. They had been the best of friends however, and had produced only Scorpius. Both Malfoy's had been devastated by her death, staying only long enough for the funeral, where Lucius had tried to attack him again.

Scorpius had decided to turn on his music, blasting it loudly to no doubt irritate his father. Draco had no idea why Scorpius was acting the way he was, rebelling, though he assumed it had something to do with Draco looking at other apartments. They'd been in this one too long already. Draco had of course, taken far more money than they needed when they'd left, investing a lot of that so that he wouldn't need to go through the trouble of finding a muggle job. To make matters worse, Scorpius' magical power was increasing- causing strange things to happen, though through wandless magic and diversion tactics Draco had managed to keep it hidden from his son.

Draco's heart lept into his throat when he finally noticed the pecking sound coming from Scorpius' now quiet room. It was undoubtedly an owl. Draco rushed into the room, ready to cast a terrible hex. However, there was no danger, only an owl pecking at Scorpius' window, wanting to be let in. Draco scowled at the bird, it was definitely time to go. Scorpius came to stand beside his father, staring at the owl who had a letter in it's beak. He looked up at his father, the question clear in his eyes.

"It's nothing Scorpius, probably just something like a messenger pigeon- I'm sure it's lost. Go clean yourself up, we're going to the grocer's shop in a bit." Draco said, the tone of his voice leaving no room for argument. If an owl had found them, anyone else could too. "and be quick about it." Draco added as his son left.

Opening the window, Draco let the owl give him the letter before it flew off again. Draco scowled after it, fear in the back of his mind. Opening the letter, Draco began to read:

Mr. Malfoy,

The Professor of Potions position at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as recently became available. Many have applied, but I have found myself missing your own application. I expect young Scorpius will be attending with us this year? I know that you dearly loved Severus and thought you might like to have the job. I await your reply or arrival. A temporary professor will be provided until I hear from you. I'd like to see your return.

Regards,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress

"I will be doing no such thing." Draco snapped, crumpling the letter in his fist and throwing it in the trash. It was time to go, now. He was deeply grateful to his old professor for not sending Scorpius' Hogwarts letter as she knew Draco did not wish his son to know of the wizarding world, having been the last person he spoke to before going into hiding.

Draco, grabbing Scorpius' hand left the flat quickly, having shrunk all of his magical belongings and put them in his pocket. They walked quickly, heads down. Scorpius sensed his father's urgency and knew they wouldn't be returning home. This didn't happen like this often but when it did his father left no room for argument. He was frustrated but sensed that they were in danger and kept his father's pace, frightened.

As they walked, Draco remembered the way things used to be. He remembered Harry Potter and how they'd found each other in the Astronomy Tower night after night after the war. How they'd found each other the night Harry had saved him from Azkaban, and how they had yet again found each other time after time when they were in need. Astoria had known but had encouraged it occasionally. Draco did not, once Harry Potter had married that Weasley girl, he had not gone looking for him any more. Pushing the memories from his mind, Draco scanned the area- continuing to push Scorpius and himself forward. They didn't get far before Draco's worst nightmare came true. From the corner of a dark alley, Lucius appeared, looking rather vicious. Draco stopped hard, jerking his son behind him.

"Draco, son, I have missed you. Please, bring Scorpius forward so that I may see my grandson." Lucius sneered, venom dripping from his words. Draco's sneer matched his own, snarling,

"I will do no such thing, Lucius. You *will* leave my child alone!" he roared, turning- his arm going out with a flourish- to cast a vicious spell, throwing Lucius back ten feet into the brick. Draco dove away from him, wrapping Scorpius in a protective embrace, and coming to rest behind a nearby vehicle.

Lucius rose, a great flash of red bursting from his wand, rocking the automobile and setting it on fire. Draco had been ready for him, a shield placed firmly around them both. Moving swiftly in a crouched position and pulling his son along with him, Draco snapped up, casting another spell, nearly missing Lucius and exploding the fire hydrant behind him. Before he could get hit again, Draco grabbed the youngest Malfoy, rolling to the ground behind another car. This went on for a few moments before Draco struck Lucius hard, sending him reeling back for a moment. Scorpius was screaming as Draco wrapped his arms around him, protectively. Guess I'm going back afterall. Draco thought, side-along disapparating.

When they landed, Draco and Scorpius both stumbled slightly. The elder Malfoy stood, looking around Diagon Alley's apparition point. Grabbing his son's hand, he rushed forward into the nearest alley. Scorpius whimpered quietly in fear, holding tightly to his father.

"Scorpius, it's okay. We're going to get out of here and be fine. I will explain everything once we're safe." Draco said hurriedly, glancing over his shoulder. Pulling his trunk from his pocket, Draco enlarged his belongings and dug into his trunk. Pulling out his own robes and robes he'd worn his first year in school he quickly got dressed and then helped Scorpius put on his robes. Grabbing two cloaks he'd charmed to hide their faces for just such an occasion, and putting them on, both Malfoy's left the alley. They walked at a more liesurely pace this time, so as not to draw too much attention to themselves. Entering the Leaky Cauldron, Draco pulled a bag of galleons from his pocket and paid for a room. Once in, Draco began to explain. He didn't like the way his son stared at him, as though he had been betrayed, but he didn't feel he had a choice.

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