Harry Potter: The Next Generation
↪ Scorpius Malfoy

*For years home had been a secluded stone manor crawling with ivy. It was tea at noon with his father in his study, and his mother’s voice as she sang a wordless, melancholy tune to the birds. Home was the smell of burnt roses and cedar-wood and velvety perfume. It was the long sleeves covering his parent’s scars, the word “bloodtraitor” sewed onto his mother’s delicate wrist. It was his dad always asking him for his own opinion while they debated politics over their dinner plates. And it had been long, empty hallways, decorated by large paintings. It had been the look on his father’s face when he tried to explain why they didn’t have guests over often, why Scorpius couldn’t host the playdate this time, why they barely mentioned his grandparents let alone saw them. But most of all it was the three of them.

Then home was a castle. Home the emblem of a snake and the color green. It was a hat on his head debating “Slytherin” or “Ravenclaw.” It was his father’s pride winning over his mother’s smarts. Home was quidditch and pranks and getting into trouble. It was nights far past bedtime and parties and howling laughter under the moon. Home was wild and reckless friends who never cared that Scorpius didn’t speak much. It was the power in his family’s name, the power that could shush a room if he so much as hinted the words be quiet.

But home was changing. And home had been changing sense his first day at school - not even at school - when he bumped shoulder’s with a freckled-faced girl on a train that only headed one way - to their future. Home was her wit, her charm. It was her rare genuineness, the kind of fresh honesty that refused her the ability to smile unless there was something worth smiling over. It was walking her to the ravenclaw dormitory. It was making her laugh and seeing her happiness as she dragged him out of his room and around the castle. It was the way they could sit and read in silence, completely comfortable at just being. It was awkward meet-the-parents, loud dinners, uninvited guests. It was enemy names becoming joined at the hip. It was Rose Weasley. Home was Rose Weasley. 

*written by me