#slytherin!scorpius

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I will never stop thinking about Scorpius Malfoy wanting to prove to the world that he isn't a bad person like everyone thinks his parents were, and I can't stop thinking about Albus Severus Potter wanting to prove to the world that he doesn't have to be a hero like his dad was.

And I can't stop thinking about them both finding one another and connecting over the shared experience of trying to prove to the world that they are their own people, trying to prove to the world that they're more than who their parents are.

Albus and Scorpius needed to meet because they needed each other.

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The slytherin duos 🐍

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I love these codependent bastards <<3333

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James Sirius Potter Facts

• He loved quidditch. Like really loved it. Knew he was expected to be a seeker like his dad but being a chaser like his mum is way more fun.

• He thought he was only popular because of his family but people actually really liked him for who he was.

• Has a lot of muggle born friends because at least when he started school they had no idea who he was.

• ADHD.

• Struggles to open up to people, even the ones he’s closest to. Only started opening up more when he was diagnosed with cyclothemia.

• Even though Fred is his best friend he is probably closest to Teddy or Dom.

• He was kidnapped for 5 days when he was 9 by some remaining death eaters. He tells everyone he doesn’t remember anything but he does.

• Didn’t actually care that Albus was in Slytherin and was first to stand up and applaud after his sorting.

• He wasn’t actually that good at school. He struggles a lot with the theory side of things but he was one of the best duellers at Hogwarts so people didn’t really notice.

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A Cursed Child Theory: Albus was sorted into Slytherin because Scorpius was.

HEAR ME OUT OKAY!!

The facts:

The sorting hat will take your wishes into account if you feel strongly enough

Albus felt very strongly about not wanting to be in Slytherin

The hat wasn't sure at first: "He puts his hat on ALBUS’s head – and this time he seems to take longer – almost like he too is confused."

So why was he sorted into Slytherin?

Because Scorpius was sorted into Slytherin, and Scorpius asked him if he wanted to be called Al or Albus.

We know our boy hates people calling him Al.

We know he feels an intense pressure to be who his family wants him to be.

Scorpius' first instinct was to ask him what he wanted to be called. In Albus' eyes, Scorpius was the first person in his life to put his wishes first. PLUS, we can only assume that after the scene cuts the two had the time of their little lives chatting on that train journey.

So when Scorpius was sorted into Slytherin, a little subconscious part of Albus' brain went "if he's in Slytherin, it's okay if I am too" and that's why the hat decided Slytherin.

In the first alternate universe (in the original script) he's in Gryffindor. Why? There's no Rose to force him to try and make a friend on the train, therefore no meeting with Scorpius, therefore he gets put in Gryffindor because Slytherin now has no redeeming qualities to him.

Scorpius' kind lil soul is the reason Albus Potter was put in Slytherin.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

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There are ghosts behind your names

Sorry I promised patrochilles but ended up doing scorbus again 😭😭🙏

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mapping out malfoy manor while reviewing the Malfoy legacy !!

front exterior

Fun fact! The iconic shots of Malfoy Manor from the Deathly Hallow movies were actually shots of the real Hardwick Hall in Chesterfield, England. While this could not be the real home of the Malfoys, that is due to location rather than sociability.

Considering the Malfoys were still fraternizing with Muggles during the Elizabethan era (Lucius Malfoy the First was even a suitor for Queen Elizabeth the First) and that Hardwick Hall is an Elizabethan manor, the Malfoys could've bought it out. However; this isn't the case because their land is found in Wiltshire, England.

Since Hardwick Hall is the official shot of the home's exterior, I'll be using it here. Hardwick Hall is most well known for its extravagant windows. Similarly, Malfoy Manor also has these windows.

The fourth picture I have provided is not an overview of Hardwick Hall. It is actually a rendering of the description from the Deathly Hallows book: "They turned right, into a wide driveway that led off the lane. The high hedge curved with them, running off into the distance beyond the pair of impressive wrought-iron gates barring the men's way... the source of the noise proved to be nothing more than a pure-white peacock, stirring majestically along the top of the hedge."

This actually brings me to my little Malfoy theory about the peacocks. In the Goblet of Fire, during the Quidditch World Cup, the golden trio spots a tent with seven albino peacocks milling about: "Halfway up the field stood an extravagant confection of striped silk like a miniature palace, with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance." This is so clearly a Malfoy Easter egg to me, and no one talks about it. My theory is that the peacocks represent extravagance, their albino condition represents purity, and there being seven peacocks (that's an assumption on my part) is supposed to bring good fortune. Hence them being at the Cup, because Lucius was probably betting on the game.

the entrance hallway

The entrance hallway to Malfoy Manor is described in Deathly Hallows for a brief moment: "The hallway was large, dimly lit and sumptuously decorated, with a magnificent carpet covering most of the stone floor. The eyes of the pale-faced portraits on the walls followed Snape and Yaxley as they strode past. The two men halted at a heavy wooden door leading into the next room, hesitated for the space of a heartbeat, then Snape turned the bronze handle."

I actually want to take this section as an opportunity to discuss the Malfoy lineage. Mainly because this is where we see the portraits of former family members and because I imagine the decorations are actually family possessions (I think this since Lucius hid his personal artifacts in the cellar.)

I am going to go chronologically about every Malfoy we know about prior to Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco.

Armand Malfoy - He brought the Malfoy family to England in the 11th century. He came from France as a soldier in the Norman Conquests. He rose to wealth through his connections to King William the first. Armand actually did magical, shady jobs for the king. He stole the Wiltshire property that would expand into Malfoy Manor.

Nicholas Malfoy - He lived in the fourteenth century and he knocked off his muggle adversaries under the guise of the black plague. While it's implied Armand was a murderous Malfoy (with him being apart of the Norman Conquest, him doing "shady" jobs for King William, and him stealing muggle land) Nicholas is the first recorded murderous Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy the First - He was a possible suitor for Queen Elizabeth the First. He was rumored to have jinxed her when he wasn't chosen.

Brutus Malfoy - He was an editor in the 17th century, anti-muggle periodical "Wizards at War." In the spin off book The Tales of Beedle the Bard, we actually get to see one of his pieces. He wrote, "This we may state with certainty; any wizard who shows fondness for the society of Muggles is of low intelligence, with magic so feeble and pitiful that he can only feel himself superior is surrounded by Muggle pigmen."

Septimus Malfoy - He used the Minister of Magic, Unctuous Osbert as a political pupper in the late 18th century. That relationship mimics the one Lucius and Cornelius Fudge would have many years later.

Abraxas Malfoy - Outside of the family we meet in the books, Abraxas is Malfoy we know the most about. He was Lucius Malfoy the Second's father. According to Draco in the Half-Blood Prince, he was in the slug club ( DM: "Sir, I think you knew my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy?" HS:  "Yes. I was sorry to hear he had died, although of course it wasn't unexpected, dragon pox at his age...") We also know that he lived a fairly long life and he died of dragon pox. Most criminally, Abraxas was known for being involved in forcing the first muggle-born Magical Minister to step down early.

You might've noticed there aren't any Malfoy women mentioned. It's a shame that they don't have any descriptions. Though, with the amount of portraits mentioned, it's likely their paintings are present in the Malfoy household.

the drawing room

In Deathly Hallows there's two descriptions of the drawing room- one from the meeting where Professor Burbage is murdered and one where Harry is kidnapped by the snatchers. They go as follows:

"The drawing room was full of silent people, sitting at a long and ornate table...Illumination came from a roasting fire beneath a handsome marble mantelpiece surmounted by a gilded mirror."

"The drawing room dazzled... Harry could make out the wide proportions of the room. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceilings, more portraits against purple walls."

This brings me to the green ick I have. Everything with the Malfoys is dark green in fan media. Please guys they had a drawing room with purple walls. Also, I think it's interesting that purple was chosen. Purple is the color of royalty, so of course the Malfoys have it in their home.

Then there's this mirror. It's brought up multiple times, which leads me to think it's pretty damn noticeable. Almost like a centerpiece. Knowing the Malfoys and Lucius's interest in dark artifacts, I believe this mirror to be a magical heirloom. Mirrors are actually spiritual veils in traditional witchcraft, and in HP we see mirrors/glass be used as magical tools twice. Once with the Mirror of Erised and again with the glass the Marauders used as a communication device. It's just a headcanon, take it or leave it.

There's also a description of the marble fireplace under that mirror. When the death eaters aren't meeting, there are chairs set next to it. Apparently it's big enough to illuminate the entire drawing room when lit. Actually, it's big enough for Lucius to be stupefied into the hearth. This leads me to believe the drawing room used to be a lot cozier. Which makes sense, considering how much schmoozing this family does. A drawing room is where you entertain guests, and if you want the Minister to be in your pocket you want the drawing room to be comfortable. In conclusion, this drawing room was nice before Voldemort over took it.

Finally, I included a picture of a pine organ because I swear I read something about one being featured in the drawing room. I can't find it, but I know I saw someone say that. I'm still including it, because it makes perfect sense to me. Like yeah, these people have a pine wood, pipe organ.

Narcissa's bedroom

These three bedrooms are a complete, self-indulgent headcanon intermission, but I will include fun facts about the characters.

Narcissa- the queen- is up first. I do think Lucius and Narcissa have their own rooms. I mean they were an arranged marriage, neither of them slept well (due to the first war), and they seem like two people who need their space.

Narcissa's room would be a cross between who she was as the youngest Black sister (star themes, moody lights, and fancy mirrors) and who she is now as the Malfoy queen (feminine colors, indulgent decorations, and luxurious furniture.)

I do think the Malfoys are a mirror to the Blacks. They are both extremely powerful families, but they go about it differently. The Black family is strict- hardened by centuries of discipline. Every action must align with their motto, "always pure." Meanwhile, the Malfoy family motto is, "purity will always conquer." Malfoy's are less strict because they have the mindset that they'll come out on top no matter what. Narcissa is brought to a strange intersection: continue to survive or begin to live. You can see that in her bedroom.

The room is always filled with flowers/candy because Lucius's love language is gift giving.

She keeps Draco's baby pictures in golden, floral frames on her vanity. It embarreses him terribly.

She has a piano in her room. The pine organ in the drawing room is actually for her. She's a very skilled musician and loves to play.

Sirius took the enchanted, communication mirror idea from his cousins. It makes sense the Black Sisters would find a way to speak to one another when Bella went to Hogwarts. Narcissa has a compact mirror (with a narcissus flower on it) that used to be a communication device. She keeps it in her nightstand drawers. On harsh days, she opens it and hopes she'll catch a glance of Andromeda.

Lucius's bedroom

I'll save my Lucius/bird metaphor ramble for another post, but his room is filled with bird motifs.

His room is surprisingly simple compared to the rest of the Manor. He has a smaller bed, coffee mugs/shot glasses laying about, and books falling off their shelves.

Part of it is rebellion and another part of it is entitlement. His room is simple as a stark rebellion against his forefathers. He's not brave enough to give up all his riches, but those riches bar him from individuality. Lucius will never be his own person: just another blonde snake. So, his room abstains from the typical Malfoy luxury. Then, it's always a wreck because he assumes someone will clean up behind him (poor Dobby).

Contrary to popular belief, I do think Lucius was a loving father. He definitely wasn't a perfect father, but he did love Draco. So, I think his room is filled with presents from Draco and pictures of him.

He's also the type of parent who keeps all of Draco's achievements in files. Best junior seeker certificate from summer camp? Yeah he's got it on standby.

His windows are open- no matter the weather. Closed windows make him feel claustrophobic. He only closes the windows when he sleeps.

He also closes the curtains when he sleeps. He's a bit paranoid. He's got a lot of enemies.

Boring ministry paperwork is everywhere. Not only do his superiors pay him to commit shady crimes, they also pay him to do their paperwork. He hates it. He'd rather be black mailing a political figure.

Draco's bedroom

Draco's bedroom has really cool dragon wallpaper. Get it? Draco is latin for dragon (under-rated symbol for him).

I do think his favorite color is green. His room is covered in dark greens. He thinks it makes him look more refined.

That's also why there are no posters on his wall. He used to have quidditch posters all over his room, but Pansy made fun of them. Now, if he puts something on his walls, it's displayed on a shelf or it's framed. It's also always something he can brag about too- like a trophy or signed quaffle.

Malfoy Manor is the hangout house, so Draco keeps food in his room. There's a bowl of apples on his dresser, a jar of sweets on his nightstand, and an enchanted cabinet that acts as a mini fridge for butterbeer. All of this storage becomes handy when the death eaters take over the manor. He doesn't have to leave his room as much.

Additionally there is a bathroom connected to his room.

You're telling me this rich kid came out this dramatically and doesn't have a balcony to sit at? You're wrong. The balcony is also where he and Pansy gossip. Many rumors were planned up there.

SImilar to Narcissa, his room is also filled with presents. His lean more towards clothes and colognes though. Lucius just loves buying stuff.

I want to emphasize how spoiled he is, so Draco has a fireplace. However; he didn't originally have a fireplace. He wanted one when he was twelve. He mentioned it during winter break. By summer break, there was a fully functional fireplace in his bedroom. He adored it, by the way.

the gardens

Alright, headcanons are over. Kinda? We know there is a large garden surrounding Malfoy Manor, but we don't know a lot about its contents.

We can assume this is where the peacocks reside. There is probably a small barn/coop for them.

To go into full imagination territory, I also think there are more birds in this garden. I mean beautiful quails and swans- just to exaggerate their wealth.

I am going to say there is a small apple orchard in the gardens. I mean Draco always has one in the films, so I'm guessing they have some significance to the family. Maybe a fruit of knowledge situation? Regardless, I think Draco always has a full supply, because he gets sent apples from the garden.

The Malfoys clearly have a thing for collecting artifacts. I don't think the garden is excluded from that. Perhaps a lot of statues of former Malfoys (particularly the women/children, which I'll explain in a later post).

This is a headcanon I will not budge on. The Malfoys have a family cemetery deep in the garden. I mean it's a while away, and it's hidden. It is a very off-putting place and a breeding ground for dark magic.

Okay, time for my favorite fun fact. Are you ready? There was going to be a scene of Draco and Theodore Nott talking in the Malfoy gardens, but it got cut.

This is from a post on JK's old website (It's okay! She can't hurt you on this blog! It's just a source!): "However, in this scene Theodore's father (the same Nott who was badly injured in the closing chapters of 'Order of the Phoenix') goes to visit Lucius Malfoy to discuss Voldemort-related business and we see Draco and Theodore alone in the garden having a talk of their own. I really liked the scene, firstly because it showed the Malfoys' home, and the difference between the place where Draco has grown up and number four, Privet Drive; then because we rarely see Draco talking to anybody he considers a real equal, and he is forced to see Theodore as such, because Theodore is just as pure-blooded as he is, and somewhat cleverer. Together these two Death Eaters' sons discuss Dumbledore's regime at Hogwarts and Harry Potter, with all sorts of stories that the Death Eaters tell about how this baby boy survived the Dark Lord's attack."

That is really interesting to me. There's just this whole other side of the story that happened, but we don't get to witness it. I might write it out one day.

This took forever to make. If you read all the way through, thank you. I did cut a few rooms, so I might make a part two. I was just ready to get this out into the world. Please, please reblog/comment your thoughts or headcanons. This is my favorite topic in the whole world. I am so interested in the Malfoys. Thank you again for reading!!

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Characterising pridefulness in slytherin characters is so funny because currently I'm imagining little Albus getting told by James at a arcade (they are on holiday) that he won't be able to win a really ugly little bear in a claw machine so Albus spends the whole trip trying to get it and when he finally does he doesn't even want it. And nobody cares. But he's too proud to say anything and acts like he's so happy he got it and doesn't let it go for months after.

During one of those months Albus was crouched on his bed looking at the ragged little bear and whispers "Why are you so ugly" to it, just before James comes in and is teasing him all like "Haha I can't believe you kept that" and by merlin Albus is pissed, he just keeps throwing shit at him in retaliation. How DARE James insult Sir Gordon (the bear), who is suddenly held so high in Albus' heart he begins screaming for Ginny who lectures James profusely over it.

Yeah. That's Albus pride. He doesn't care if something is extremely disliked/unpopular, if he wants it for even a moment he keeps it close and holds it up high, like a prize he has won. He's proud of the people he surrounds himself with even if they aren't good people (not that he surrounds himself with many bad people. His only friend is Scorpius.) because he's afraid of showing doubtfulness or regret. He needs people to hold him to the standard that he is 100% sure about everything he does though he very rarely is.

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in which scorpius malfoy is utterly confused why his lover won’t speak to him

PAIRING: scorpius malfoy x slytherin!reader, scorpius malfoy x reader

WARNINGS: slight fluff, blood purist beliefs, angst, mentions of moldy voldy

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

🎶 : mess it up - gracie abrams

“Y/L/N.” 

“Scorpius.” You smiled. “I thought we were past the point in our relationship where we address each other by last name.” 

He smiled back, kissing your temple gently. “How was your day, my love?” 

“Fine. Better now that you’re here.” 

“Get a room, I beg of you.” 

The couple laughed, turning around the see their best friend. “Albus, just because your girlfriend won’t speak to you, doesn’t mean you can take your anger out on us.” 

You nodded, sticking out your tongue. “Yeah, Potter.” 

“You two make me sick.” He scoffed. “What shall we do today?” 

“We?” You asked. “I have class.” 

Albus rolled his eyes. “I still don’t understand how you take so many classes. Advanced Ancient Runes and History of Magic are at the same time.” 

You wiggled your eyebrows. “A magician never reveals their secrets, dear padawan.” 

Scorpius tilted his head. “Padawan?” 

“Oh, my love…” You patted his arm condescendingly. “I need to educate you on arguably the best muggle film franchise of all time.” 

Albus laughed. “Wrong. The best is Lord of the Rings.” 

“As much as I would love to continue this debate-” You kissed Scorpius’s cheek quickly, turning down the following corridor. “I have to go.” A hand grabbed your wrist, and you sighed. “Scor- Mmph!” 

His lips slammed against yours, and your eyes fluttered shut, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Salazar, again?” 

You smiled, pulling your lips from his just barely so you could respond. “Like my lovely boyfriend said earlier, just because you’re-” Scorpius kissed you again, and even though it pained you to stop, you would be late to class if you stayed any longer. “You have to stop interrupting me when I start to reach a valid point.” 

“But you’re just so stunning, how can I not-” This time, you caught him by surprise, kissing him before he could finish his sentence. He laughed, nudging his nose against yours gently. “Message received.” 

You walked away, waving goodbye. “See you later, love.” 

Thanks to your ravenous boyfriend, you were now late for class. You stalked down the corridor, paying no attention to your surroundings. Unbuttoning the top buttons on your shirt, you pulled the time turner out from beneath, twisting it to take you back a couple of hours, back to when Advanced Ancient Runes began. 

“Watch out- Merlin!” 

Before you’d realized what happened, you flew forward, books flinging out of your arms and across the hall. “Shit, I’m sorry I was-” You pushed away the student that was trying to help you, the glint of the time turner catching your eye. They welled with tears, if the turns were even slightly off, you would be thrown into a completely different time, or, Salazar forbid, place. Grabbing it from the ground, you fumbled with the circles, desperately trying to fix what had been done, but it was too late. 

Your surroundings were starting to change before your eyes. The Headmistress had warned you, she’d warned you that this could have consequences- You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping the fall hadn’t altered the time jump to the point that it became irreversible. 

The hall looked the same at first glance: same walls, same distress marks from generations of students walking in the same place. You knew the student you tripped over wouldn’t be there, but you hadn’t expected the world to seem so… dark. The sky was grey, void of all the cheer and warmth your Hogwarts constantly had. 

“Is there a reason you are not in class?” 

That drawl. You turned around, Snape staring at you with his usual dead gaze.

In a sense, you felt relieved. You’d never loved your Head of House, but seeing a familiar face let a small flicker of hope creep into your heart. “Professor, I need to see the Headmistress immediately.” 

He crossed his arms. “Do you think you amuse me?” 

“I’m sorry?” 

“I’m sorry, sir.” He hissed.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Even in this timeline, Snape was the same uptight buzzkill. “Alright then. May I see Professor McGonagall?” 

“Professor McGonagall is no longer teaching at Hogwarts.” His eyes narrowed, glancing down at your hand, the chain of your time turner dangling. “What have you-” 

You pushed past him, running down the corridor, trying to find any familiar face that could help you. “Scorpius? Albus? Professor-” 

“Scorpius.” There your boyfriend stood, in all his glory. His hair was slick, compared to its usual volume and life. His face looked solemn, and his eyes- you frowned.

This was not your Scorpius.

“Love-” He made no point to respond, instead, he glared, gripping his wand tightly.

“How dare you speak to me that way? You- you filthy mud-.” 

“Scorpius.” Your heart broke, that phrase confirming how dark a timeline you’d traveled to. Scorpius would never have said that. Salazar, he'd never have even thought it. “It’s me-” 

“Y/L/N, I don’t know if you’ve acquired a concussion, but you and I are not, nor have we ever been lovers.” He stepped closer, holding his wand up. “You have two seconds to get out of my sight before I change my mind and curse you.” 

“Just wait one moment. Where’s Albus?” Stalling could be your friend. You hoped it would be your friend. Even if you and Scorpius weren’t together, there was no doubt in your mind that he and Albus had not bonded in this universe too. 

Your hopes were once again crushed. His once beautiful grey eyes grew dark, dangerous in a way you didn’t trust. “How dare you!” 

You drew your wand from the pocket of your robe, gripping McGonagall's time turner tightly in the other hand. “Where is he?” 

His voice held more venom than you’d ever thought he could possess. “Potter is dead. Good riddance, I say. He was a blood traitor and a-” 

“I dare you to say that again.” You hissed, throwing out any sense of restraint you’d held before. This is what Professor Potter had trained you for; you’d just never thought you’d use his lessons on your alternate-timeline boyfriend. “You know your father would never allow this. Stop this blood purity nonsense-” 

“I should just call him now, see what should be done with you.” 

“He?” A chill ran down your spine. Surely he hadn't-

Scorpius was closer now, close enough that you could smell his cologne. It had at a time, brought you comfort. Now, it drove fear through your veins. “Scared? He’ll want to meet the last mudblood-” 

“Petrificus Totalus.” His eyes widened while his body went stiff. He stilled for a moment, before you pushed him back, falling to the ground with a thud. Looming over him, wand still firmly grasped in hand, you prepared yourself to see what you knew was branded on him. You crouched down, grabbing his arm and shoving his sleeve up to confirm the truth you knew - your lovely boy was a Death Eater, the very thing out to kill you. 

You stood up so fast your head began to spin. Your palm shook as you tried to fix what brought you here in the first place. You had no idea what or who would round the corner, permanently taking away your ability to leave. Twisting the outer ring once forward, the middle ring twice backward, and the inner ring forward twice, you squeezed your eyes shut once again, hoping that when you opened them, you could get rid of this time turner and find some peace. 

“Y/N?” You knew that voice. Clutching your wand, you took a step back, glaring at the boy in front of you. “Just- get back.” 

“What?” Scorpius tilted his head. “Has something hap-” 

“I said get back!” You raised your wand, and Scorpius raised his hands in surrender. 

“Love?” He looked equal parts worried and concerned. “You’re scaring m-” 

You whipped around, sprinting down the hall that led to the Headmistress’s office. Yelling out the password, you walked up the stairs, slamming the time turner on McGonagall’s desk. The older witch looked up from her work, raising an eyebrow. “What is the reason for this-” Her gaze softened when she realized you were on the verge of tears. “Take a seat.” 

You shook your head. “There’s no need, Headmistress. I can’t use this any longer. It’s- I’ve-”

McGonagall raised her hand. “No explanation is necessary. You’re a bright student, I’m certain your professors will be more than happy to accommodate you.” 

“Thank you.” 

She nodded, gesturing to a tin of biscuits that sat open at the front of her desk. “Take a biscuit.”

“I-”

“Take a biscuit. Calms the nerves.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You smiled, grabbing the nearest chocolate biscuit.

The Headmistress continued. “I will tell your professors that you spent the day assisting me with next year’s prefect selections, and therefore could not make it to class.” 

“There’s really no need-” 

“Take the favor, my dear.” She interrupted, shooing you away. “Now go on.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Albus stared at his best friend, who was lying face-first on his pillows. He laughed, sitting down on his bed. “Has Y/N stopped talking to you as well?” 

Scorpius peeked out from the pillow, nodding once. Albus’s smile dropped. “Actually?” 

Scorpius rolled over, face void of emotion. “Told me to go away.” 

“What have you done?” 

“Nothing!” He yelled. “That I can think of.” 

“Want me to see what’s the matter?” 

The blonde sat up, smiling eagerly. “You’d do that for me?” 

“Salazar, I was bloody joking-” Scorpius looked dejected. “But if you want…” 

Albus groaned as he knocked on the 7th year prefect dorms. How’d Scorpius convince him to do this, to get directly in the middle of their spat? “Y/N? It’s Albus.” 

 “Come in.” 

He pushed the door open, sighing at the sight before him. “Are you alright?” 

You nodded. “Fine.” 

He crossed his arms. “Really?” 

You sighed. “He’s told you?” 

“Hasn’t told me much, considering you haven’t told him much.” He stepped forward, speaking gently. “What did he do?” 

“Just-” You sighed. “Promise me you’ll look after him.” 

“I will, but can you-” 

“Albus…” Your heart was breaking. “I can’t tell you, it’s confidential.” 

He nodded, your statement confirming what he’d already known: you had access to a time-turner, and something had gone wrong, wrong enough for you to break up with your loving boyfriend. “I’ll take care of him, but I can’t promise that he won’t ask questions.” He stepped forward, grabbing your hands in his. “He’s worried sick about you.” 

Your eyes welled with tears. “He’ll forget- the House Cup is coming up soon.” You stood up, tidying your room as you spoke, realizing you had a guest. “Co-Captain is a big role, he’ll be focused on that.” 

Albus laughed, standing up to help you clean. “That’s what I’m concerned about. As the second Co-Captain, I need my team focused, and I don’t exactly think he will be when his-” He stopped, sighing. “I think this could all be solved if you just talked to him.” 

“I need time. Please.” 

Albus nodded. “I’ll relay the message.” 

It’d been weeks since you’d seen him, avoiding all the places you’d once sought out. He was always in the library, the Slytherin common room, the quidditch pitch. You’d gone out of your way to eat meals on the opposite side of the table, staring at the ground so you wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Layla Goldstein, your closest friend outside of Slytherin, saw how miserable you were cooped up in your dorm every night, and began to invite you to the Ravenclaw common room. It was the perfect space for studying, which made sense, considering Ravenclaw’s reputation.

You and Layla had always been close, sitting next to each other on the train to Hogwarts before you’d even been sorted. She was a perfect shoulder to cry on, or ignore your problems, much like you were doing now. She’d never explicitly asked you what’d happened, but you’d told her anyway.

She groaned, slamming her head playfully against her textbook. “Shall we take a break?”

You grinned, nodding energetically. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Standing up, she stretched, tossing out ideas for a change of scenery. “How about the Great Hall?” 

You shook your head. “The kitchens are much quieter. Easier to take your mind off school when you can’t see anyone you know.”

Layla laughed, following after you. “And how do you know the way into the kitchens?” 

You hooked your arm through hers, whispering. “Let’s just say James Potter is a horrible influence.” 

“Of course it was James.” 

You turned around, wiggling your eyebrows. “Something you want to say?” 

She scoffed, shoving you playfully. “Bugger off. Can I not make an observation?”

“Of course you can. But don’t expect me to sit quietly.” You stopped in front of the tapestry, tickling the pear, and pushing on the wall until it opened. “You’ll love it. The house elves are so sweet, they’re actually-” 

Your breath felt as if it was knocked out of you. There he was, as beautiful as ever. You’d thought he was a figment of your imagination, something you’d conjured up in a fit of delusion. This wasn’t the first time it would have happened since you’d stopped seeing each other; just a glimpse of blonde hair had your heart skip. It was never him of course, and then you would have to remind yourself Scorpius wasn’t here. 

“Darling.” His familiar cologne filled your senses. 

“Scorpius.” You responded quietly. 

 Layla leaned forward, whispering in your ear. “Should we-” 

You nodded. “The Great Hall is sounding better now. Besides-”

“I miss you.” His eyes were watering, hands itching to reach out and hold yours. “Can we talk?” 

You felt like you were on fire the way he was holding your gaze. “I don’t think there’s anything to say.” 

“Well that’s not true, is it, love?” He took a step forward, and you instinctively reacted by stepping back, furthering yourself from him. He sighed, obviously upset with how everything had ended. You couldn’t blame him, you’d given him no context as to why you wanted a break. “Like that for example. You’ve never done that-” 

Layla clapped her hands, breaking your gaze. “It seems as if you two need to talk.” 

“No!” You shook your head. “Let’s just go back, I’m not hungry anymore.” 

“Y/N-” 

You whipped around, following after Layla without sparing him a second glance.

“Do you still love him?” 

“As if I could ever stop.” You frowned, hugging yourself. “But whenever I think I’m over it, I see him and it all comes rushing back-” 

“You don’t have to explain.” Layla smiled, hugging you quickly. “But let me ask you one thing. Would you rather lose the love of your life, or tell him what happened and work through it together?” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Have I told you how much I hate when you’re right?”

“I wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw for my courage, now was I?”  

“I know this class might seem lecture-heavy, but it’s vital we learn this so that it is never repeated again. Understood?” The class nodded, and Professor Potter smiled. “Good. Now, can anyone tell me the definition of blood prejudice?” 

A few hands shot up, namely Rose Granger-Weasley, yours, and Layla’s. Potter called on his niece. “Ms. Granger-Weasley.” 

“Blood prejudice is a form of discrimination, stemming from the categorization of magical bloodlines.” 

He nodded. “Good, good. Can anyone name the three categories commonly associated with this term?” 

Layla’s hand shot up. “Pure-bloods, half-bloods, and Muggle-borns.” 

“Very good. Now, this question is a little harder, so don’t feel bad if you can’t answer.” You and Rose laughed, preparing to raise your hands regardless. “What was the cause behind the Second Wizarding War?” Both of your hands shot up, and the class laughed. 

Professor Potter stopped for a second, before calling on you. “Y/L/N.” 

“The Second Wizarding War was a result of the First Wizarding War. After Voldemort had been killed, most thought that peace would reign. But after a decade of hiding Death Eaters and followers had let their hate fester, a new resurgence of blood purity sprang. Its belief system reached a new height in 1996, with the death of Albus Dumbledore, and Hogwarts being overtaken by Voldemort’s most loyal supporters.” 

Professor Potter grinned, clapping proudly. “Very well put-” 

“What a load of nonsense.” A Ravenclaw boy muttered somewhere behind you. 

“What was that?” 

Oh, Merlin.

Scorpius was glaring at the boy, the entire class watching with anticipation. Under Scorpius’s gaze, the boy shrank, murmuring some sort of apology. Scorpius persisted, raising his voice. “Say that again.” 

“Mr.Malfoy-” 

Albus whispered in his friend’s ear, but Scorpius ignored him, standing up. “Do you disagree?” 

The boy straightened his posture, his hand itching toward his wand. “I do.” 

“Oh?” Scorpius looked daunting, his eyes dark, face void of all its usual light. “Do tell.” 

“Scorpius…” Professor Potter spoke. “Sit down. Mr. Avery will be dealt with.” 

Scorpius ignored him. “I want to hear you say why you disagree. I’m sure it’s extremely incorrect, but I want to-” 

“Scorpius.” You hissed, his eyes instantly finding yours. “Sit down.” 

He looked positively shocked, sitting down without another word. Avery must have felt quite full of himself again, because he began to taunt Scorpius, hissing when Potter couldn’t hear. “Look at that, Malfoy. Can’t even stand up for Y/L/N properly. No wonder your father- OW!”

The class quieted, staring at the boy once again. Professor Potter sighed. “What is it now, Mr. Avery?” 

“Someone cursed me!” 

Potter was visibly fighting the urge to laugh. “Who would have cursed you, Mr. Avery?” 

“I don’t know, anyone!” 

Potter looked out at the class. “Does anyone have something to admit to?” No one spoke. “No?” 

You smirked, putting your wand back in your sleeve. He nodded. “Very well. Mr. Avery, please stay after class.” 

Your juvenile peers began to tease him, poking fun at his inevitable detention. All you could do was stare at the front of the class, frozen. Scorpius was staring at you and had been since you’d told him to sit. 

“Y/N.” 

You turned around, smiling lightly. “James. To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Can I not say hello to my favorite Slytherin?” 

“I’m going to have to tell Albus you said that.” 

He laughed, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “He knows he’s my favorite.” 

“As much as I enjoy your company, I have a feeling you have an ulterior moment.” 

“What makes you say that?”

“No reason.” You laughed. “Do you know Layla Goldstein?” James’s cheeks grew red, and you nodded. “Thought you might.” 

“Has she said something about me?” 

You grinned. “Why?” 

“I-” He groaned, realizing you had been teasing him. “You know.” 

“Of course I know, she’s my best friend.” 

“Which is why I wanted to ask a favor.” 

“I’m listening.” 

Can you-” 

“Y/N!” 

James rolled his eyes, nudging her lightly. “My, you are popular.” 

You laughed, turning around. “I’ve been- Scorpius.” He was bouncing nervously, still smiling just as brightly as ever. 

James coughed. “I’ll uh, ask you later then.”

Your eyes widened. “James, you can-” 

“Too late, I’m halfway down the corridor.” 

You clenched your fists, sighing as you faced Scorpius once more. He inched forward until you were a breath apart. His cologne pulled you in, regardless of the mixed feelings you had - when he’d trap you in his arms, kissing you senseless until you were weak in the knees.

More recently, when he threatened to call Voldemort. 

“I have to-” 

“I need to know what happened.” His smile had fallen. “If you don’t want to-” His voice grew quiet. “If you don’t want to be with me I can accept it. I just need to know why. Please.” 

“If I tell you…” You whispered. “You can’t tell anyone else.” 

“Alright.” 

“Not even Albus.” 

“I-” Your face was serious, the most serious he’d ever seen. “I swear.” 

You nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him down a hidden alley. If everything was fine between you, he would have made a comment about you being forward, now he just watched in silence. You stopped, letting go of his hand immediately. “He was right.” 

“Who?”

“Albus.” 

“About?” 

“You know how I’ve been taking Advanced Ancient Runes and History of Magic?” He nodded. “They’re at the same time, and well… McGonagall gave me her time-turner. I tripped after you- well you distracted me and I twisted the last ring wrong, and was sent to an alternate reality.” 

His eyes tripled in size. “I’m sorry?” 

“You should be.” You murmured. “I told you, kissing me like that-” You smiled at his pink cheeks, remembering what your original purpose had been. “Anyways, the air was cold and gloomy. The warmth was… gone.” You shivered. “And then I saw Snape and he wasn’t any help- And I ran away, calling out for someone, when I saw you. But it wasn’t- it wasn’t you, exactly. You were cold, calling me a- You called me a mudblood, alluded to the fact that you killed Albus, and then tried calling Voldemort on me.” You huffed, flailing your arms. “There, now you know every-”

“Oh, darling.” He looked concerned more than satisfied. “I can’t believe you have access to a time-turner.” 

You scoffed. “That’s what you focused on?” 

“Of course not, but…” He took a deep breath. “We can work around that. I understand now, why you needed time that is. And I’m sorry that you went through that alone, that I didn’t corner you sooner.”

You laughed. “I chose to go through this alone, don’t blame yourself.” Taking a step forward, you reached out for his hands, holding them in yours. “You know, it’s just like you to apologize for something you didn’t do. You’re perfect, my love.”

“That’s all you, I’m afraid.” He squeezed your hands gently, taking a step back. “I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

“That’s it?” You teased him. “You’re just going to walk away?” 

He sauntered over, his eyes twinkling with that look that’d gotten you into this situation. “Do you want something else to happen?” 

“Dunno.” You shrugged, resisting the urge to sprint into his arms. “I suppose finally telling you has lifted the spell I was under.” 

“Oh?” He laughed. “Even if it didn’t work, I’ll be here, waiting until it does.”

Your heart felt full. “Salazar, you are perfect.” 

“Say that again, please.” 

You grabbed his hands once more, pulling him closer. “You’re perfect.” Standing on your tiptoes, you kissed his cheek. “And I love you.” 

You walked away, knowing that he’d follow after you, that was the fun after all. His footsteps echoed down the corridor, and you smiled. “Finally caught up did you?” His hand grabbed your waist, spinning you around until you were face to face. 

“I love you too.” 

“Good.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Now, have I mentioned you’re perfect?” 

He shook his head, lips itching to kiss yours. “Not recently, I don’t think it would hurt to hear it.” 

“Ah. Well in that case- mmph!” Your eyes fluttered shut, falling into his kiss. 

“Sorry.” He pulled away, grinning boyishly. “I’ll stop interrupting you someday.” 

“As long as you interrupt me like that-” You kissed him lightly. “You have my full permission.”

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[asexualenjolras]

Don't mind me, I'm just thinking about the mirroring between Draco Malfoy knowing who Harry Potter was before they arrived at Hogwarts, and assuming that he would want to be friends with him because he's a Malfoy, and Scorpius Malfoy knowing who Albus Severus Potter was before they arrived at Hogwarts, but assuming that he wouldn't want to be friends with him because he's a Malfoy.

The stark difference between those two initial meetings is so, so important to me. And I will forever love Albus for seeing past the Malfoy name because, even though everyone was telling him that Scorpius was the "wrong sort", he went with his heart and found his soulmate.

[thewitchybookie]

introducing the main characters of my #hogwartsfanfic: ✨the curse of the thunderbird✨ part i

read more on: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55304065/chapters/140299276?fbclid=PAZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAabkXCr2E0XWE6AZqNQRB5BPnEhRKd7FIWOgGyyfAmkKBIS9-2lRQfzzujU_aem_o_ciZ2Pg_h_El-eYQyJV5Q%23workskin

[albuspotteraesthetic]

[hogwartsthenextgeneration]

Sometimes I forget that these kids would literally be famous. Like tabloid stories written about them every week and being stalked by the paparazzi famous.

I now imagine them all gathering round the lake every week to read about the new and exciting things they’re up to.

Rose: “Oh wow Dom you have been seen getting steamy with 4 whole boys this week”

Dom: “Oh my god I’m such a little slut please don’t tell my girlfriend!”

James: “Well Vic has threatened the life of several students who called her a bitch”

Vic: “It was one student and they didn’t just call me a bitch. Anyway you have been caught getting drunk in Hogsmede again”

James: “oh my god I was barely tipsy!!”

Roxanne: “this one’s hilarious, Albus Potter has been seen sneaking into broom cupboards with a certain blonde slytherin on numerous occasions”

Hugo: “HAHA that’s ridiculous”

Fred: “Albus and Scorpius imagine oh my god”

Molly: “they’re obsessed with a potter and a malfoy dating they just won’t accept it’ll never happen”

Albus: “haha yeah that’s insane literally crazy who would ever even think that…”

Everyone: “wait…”

[acertifiedwitch]

Me reading Golden Era or New Gen fics and Regulus Black is mentioned for 0.5 seconds in a single sentence: