I Hate You Father (Second Generation One-Shot)

This is a one shot I wrote on what Scorpius did before he headed for his very first day of Hogwarts.

Chapter 1

I Hate You Father

I wake up in the morning, to you yelling at me to get my lazy butt out of bed. I roll over, not wanting to get up. Last thing I want to do is start at that bloody school. I'll have no friends, no nothing. So go the hell away.

You pound on the door, more angry than before. I open my eyes just a bit and look at the door. I smirk. I just love it when I piss you off. I let out a, "Leave my alone!" and then the pounding stops. Did I get you to go away? Hell no. I just got you to stop for a few minutes.

Then I hear you call out too me, "Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy! If aren't downstairs in five minutes, I'm sending you to live with your grandparents!"

I roll my eyes, and sigh. That isn't much of a threat, and besides, Grandpa is in Azkaban, and Grandma is in St. Mungo's, getting treated for some weird disease. Or should I said therpy for what you put her through when you were sixteen and seventeen. But I hear your footsteps. You left the hallway and you are heading downstairs. I slowly climb out of bed and walk over to my wardrobe. I glance at the corner of my room, just forgetting for a second that my trunk is already downstairs.

I pull on a short sleeved black shirt and a pair of dark jeans. I zip up my favorite hoodie and sit on my bed. I want to make you wait. Why? Because like I said, I love pissing you off. Why do I love it so much though? It may be that I hate you. Why do I hate you? Because you think I'm worthless. Because you say i'll just get in the way. Because you yell at me for every little thing I do.

I walk downstairs and see you glaring at me. I put on my best superior face and sit down at the table. I see my mum smiling at me, figures. She probably hates me too, she just doesn't want to admit it. I start eating, and you continue to glare. "Excited for school to start?" asks mum.

"Not really." I said with a bored voice. It isn't like I have never did magic before. And, thanks to father, I'm a complete social outcast. A traitor to anyone in the Slytherin house, and an evil freak to anyone in any other house. Another reason why I hate my father.

My mother sighs and looks away from me. I finish up my food and look at my glaring father. I glare at him back. It's like we are having a whole other conversation than my mother and I were. A conversation without words. Just glares. After a few minutes my mother does the dishes and we all get into the flying carriage. Don't ask me why we have one of those. Probably because it was my mum's carriage when she was a child or something.

We get to the train station and I grab a hold of my trunk. We get onto the platform and I notice a couple of people staring at something. I looked in that direction and it was just a man talking to his children. My father looked that way and seemed like he nodded hello to them. Then it hit me. That is Harry freakin Potter. No wonder people are staring. Then my father turns to me and says in a stern voice, "Don't be making friends with the wrong sort, do you understand me?"

I look back at Harry Potter and then back at father and said with a yawn, "What kind of wrong sort? Ones that aren't evil?" He then glared at me with piercing eyes.

"You know very well what I mean Scorpius. Mudbloods and Bloodtraitors. Like the Potters and the Weasleys" My father said, glancing back at Harry Potter and his children.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Whatever." I started walking to the train. I wasn't going to wait for my father to yell at me and call me names again.

I got onto the train and found an empty compartment. There was a knock at the compartment door. The door swung open and it was a red headed girl. She looked about eleven also and she smiled at me. I just looked at her with a blank expression. She then said, "Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full, and my cousins refused to save me a seat."

I stared at her for awhile then mumbled, "Sure." She sat down and introduced herself as, "Rose Weasley." and stuck her hand out for me to shake.

I didn't know if I should tell her that I shouldn't talk to her. But then I thought, to hell with father. And I politely shook her said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Scorpius Malfoy."


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