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give-me-your-guacamole · 9 days ago

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Harry Potter and Scorpius Malfoy meet (Cursed Child rewrite)

Do people still post writing here?? Here's my small contribution!! Rough designs further down :)

‘Send me an owl once you're there,’ Ginny straightened the collar on Harry's long coat, ‘Promise?’

‘I promise,’ Harry reassured her.

Uncertainty lingered between the two, followed by brief passing glances. Harry and Ginny had been married for many years and had witnessed each other change and grow into wonderful parents for Albus Severus Potter, James Sirius Potter, and Lily Luna Potter. But from Harry’s experience, there seemed to be a struggle to nurture their relationship. Not only was it plainly evident through the lack of emotional response, but also through the lack of physical compassion. Before the departure, Harry gave Ginny one last kiss on her cheek, grabbing the suitcases beside her.

‘I’ll be back before you know it.’ Harry finally added, ‘Love you.’

‘I love you, too.’ Ginny whispered back as Harry approached the Express with Albus by his side and Rose, who shortly followed after, ‘Want me to sit with you and your cousin?’ Harry turned to Albus as they were squeezing past students through the Express.

‘Actually, could Rose and I be alone?’ Albus winced quietly, ‘I think it would be weird if you were, um… Sitting with us. You know…’

‘Right. Of course.’ Harry smiled, opening up a free compartment for them, ‘I won’t be far. If you need anything, I’ll probably be a few compartments away from yours.’

‘Thanks, uncle!’ Rose galloped inside.

‘Stay safe, and don’t cause any trouble. Understood?’

‘Yes, sir.’ Albus sighed.

Harry finally secured the compartment door and proceeded further down the corridor, mindful not to hinder the passage of other students. He found another vacant space, heaved his suitcase onto the overhead rack, and settled into a seat next to the window. On the other side of the Express, Ginny and their child, Lily, offered warm farewells to Albus in the neighbouring carriage. Like a psychic, Ginny's gaze met Harry's, and she signalled a subtle yet poignant wave. She then directed Lily’s attention to their father, their goodbyes vibrant with affection. Lily's joy was evident, her enthusiasm infectious whilst she jumped up and down with a wide grin. Harry mirrored her exuberance with a chuckle and a wave, just as the train released a jubilant whistle and set off with rhythmic clatters of wheel against rail.

A sudden noise drew Harry's attention—a new arrival. The compartment door clicked open, revealing a young boy, a first-year by the looks of him, with hair so pale it almost glimmered. Harry did a double take; the boy bore an uncanny resemblance to someone from his past. Those familiar grey eyes, they were like looking through time to his own school days. It was as if he took a Time Turner and met Draco Malfoy for the first time again. The boy, however, in place of a customary Malfoy sneer, heaved his luggage inside with some difficulty and slid the door shut with a practised finality, exuding an air not dissimilar to his father's.

Harry averted his gaze, feigned indifference with rhythmic taps of his finger upon his knee, and tried not to fixate on the striking resemblance. His ruse was cut short by the boy's voice, ‘Are you supposed to be here?’

Puzzled, Harry turned, ‘Excuse me?’

‘You're not a student,’ the young boy observed, his expression puckering in mild scrutiny.

‘Ah, sorry. I'm the new professor at Hogwarts. I'll be instructing in Defence Against the Dark Arts.’ Harry expounded with due formality.

A spark of recognition lit up the boy's posture, ‘Then you must know my dad. He's been the Potions professor here for quite some time.’

A cold tension gripped Harry, dread mingling with curiosity, ‘May I ask your name?’

‘Scorpius Malfoy. Son of Professor Draco Malfoy.’

Harry's complexion fell to the ghostly hue like the head of Nearly Headless Nick as he let out a strained chuckle, ‘That's... Great.’

‘Wait a second… I know you.’ Scorpius's recognition transformed into awe-struck wonderment.

‘Of course, you do.’ Harry constrained a reply as he looked away in disbelief.

Scorpius shuffled on his seat to sit directly in front of the new professor, ‘You're Harry Potter! You're the one who vanquished the Dark Lord. The scar!’

Now faced with a piece of his history, the living image of an old adversary, Harry was taken aback yet found himself unexpectedly reassured by Scorpius's sincere fervour as he pointed at his forehead, ‘Yes, that's me.’

Scorpius, eager as any student could be, leaned forward in anticipation, ‘Is it true? Were you part of some elite spy group led by the great Albus Dumbledore?’

‘The Order of the Phoenix,’ Harry confirmed.

‘Is it true that you were killed by Voldemort, but you survived through the Resurrection Stone?’ Scorpius followed breathlessly.

‘Yes.’

‘Is it true that you were a champion in the Triwizard Tournament and won?’

‘Oh, well–’

Scorpius cut him off, ‘Is it true that you fought against a Basilisk that’s been terrorising Hogwarts?’

Harry batted his eyelashes out of surprise before asking, ‘How do you know that? I thought the Ministry tried to keep it off the record.’

For a brief moment, Harry remembered that Scorpius was the son of Draco, and he probably told him about the incident with the Basilisk, but Scorpius’s response dumbfounded him, ‘I read a lot. You make a lot of appearances on the Daily Prophet.’

This was the moment Harry noted that Scorpius was probably never told anything about him by his father. That the history between the two was left behind. While the two may have left on a neutral note, it still surprised Harry that Draco didn’t end up cursing on Harry’s name to his son. It was no wonder to him now why Scorpius was asking him so many questions.

‘I heard that you have a son that’s starting first year, like me.’ Scorpius continued, breaking the lingering silence between them.

‘Um, yea. He’s not far from this compartment.’ Harry replied, tilting his head, ‘Do you want to meet him?’

Scorpius shook his head, ‘No.’

Harry looked surprised, ‘Why not?’

‘The other students don’t like me. That’s why I’m sitting here.’ Scorpius confessed, his gaze shifting away as he fiddled with his fingers, ‘They said it’s because my dad is a professor and that he’s really scary.’

‘Oh.’ Harry paused, pondering how to uplift the young boy, ‘Well, Albus is my son, and I’m a professor. So that’s one thing you both have in common.’

‘But you’re not mean.’ Scorpius pouted, ‘My father isn’t even that bad. He’s really nice to me. But everybody else says he’s a strict, old grump.’

‘Sounds surprisingly like the Potions professor I had.’ Harry muttered before lifting his head with disapproval, ‘And he’s not old. That would make me old.’

‘So you know him?’ Scorpius perked up with a gleam.

‘Sort of.’ Harry hesitated before answering, ‘We knew each other back when we were students.’

Harry almost scoffed at himself. He made it sound like they were mutual acquaintances, but they were far from it. The Malfoy family had always brought him trouble. Draco, in particular, was on a different level. Not only did he torment Harry throughout the years, but he also targeted all of his friends. Draco even became what he hated the most: a Death Eater. They parted ways without much of a word. Harry saw the Malfoy family's name in the Daily Prophet countless times after the war until their presence faded into obscurity. Yet here he was, sitting in front of Draco Malfoy's son and apparently about to encounter Draco himself.

‘It's odd he never mentioned you. Are you not famous?’ Scorpius looked quizzically at Harry, the Chosen One.

‘It's a little more complicated than that.’ Harry replied, striving for honesty.

Before the conversation could resume, the click of the compartment door drew their attention upward. Harry's son, Albus, and his niece, Rose, entered, their eyes pleading with Harry and gesturing towards something further down the train cart.

‘Dad! Could we buy ourselves some Chocolate Frogs, please!’ Albus exclaimed.

Harry knew they had encountered the Trolley witch selling a variety of sweets and treats, reminiscent of his own first-year experience when he bought the entire assortment for himself and Ron to enjoy, from Bertie Bott's: Every Flavour Beans to Pumpkin Pasties.

Glancing at Scorpius before answering his son, Harry replied, ‘Sure.’

‘Told you he would agree.’ Rose remarked, then turned to the pale student, ‘Who's that, Uncle Harry?’

Scorpius looked at Harry with unease, unsure if he was ready to be introduced. But Harry smiled optimistically.

‘This is Scorpius Malfoy. He's a first year student, like you.’

‘Why is he sitting with you and not other students?’ Rose inquired, while Albus rolled his eyes as if it were obvious that Harry's fame played a role.

‘He had nobody else to sit with.’ Harry answered for Scorpius, covering for him, ‘All the other compartments were full.’

‘Oh. Well, ours is free! Want to sit with us?’ Rose invited Scorpius, her freckles squashed together into a smile, glowing ruby with enthusiasm.

Scorpius mirrored Rose's smile, his excitement evident as he wasted no time in joining Albus and Rose, forgetting his luggage on the now-vacant seat. Harry decided not to disturb the kids and lifted Scorpius's luggage onto the rack above the seat.

I want to give the fandom a story they could enjoy. Something that feels authentic and stays true to the original Harry Potter series. I hope to write/draw more in the future :)

(Rough designs for Professors Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter)

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