Albus Potter, Classmates and Elves

Ch 21 "You are not going to Switzerland"

Author's Note. My apologizes to "The Wizard of Oz."

More dialogue and descriptions from my beta Deb, plus another pointed question that caused me to clarify something.

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A very angry Draco Malfoy met Scorpius and Cleopatra when they arrived by Floo in the front parlor from twelve Grimmauld Place. "You are going to stop spending time with those blood traitor Weasley's and their friends!" he yelled at Scorpius, then looked disdainfully at Cleo. "You are not going to Switzerland. You are going to spend the summer here learning how to be true Malfoys."

"I'm not a Malfoy," Cleopatra muttered.

"Traitors and killers like your ancestor who killed my namesake Scorpius, the second ghost of Slytherin?" Scorpius asked, trying to be calm. "Killers like my grandfather Malfoy, who killed innocent Muggles? There does not seem to be much in our family history to be proud of, father."

"Impertinent bastard!" Draco snapped, getting into Scorpius' face.

"So I'm a bastard, father? What does that make you? A rapist?" Scorpius looked at his father with contempt, "What does that make that unloving piece of ...," Scorpius waved at Astoria, "whatever sitting over there? She has never been much of a mother, so I guess I am a bastard."

The whole family was in the living room, all but Narcissa looking at the children with varying degrees of contempt. The two children moved over to the side of the room where Narcissa Malfoy was standing and she put her hands on their shoulders. Flanking Draco on the other side of the room were great-grandmothers Black and Malfoy. In the middle, sitting down and obviously not happy to be there, was Scorpius's mother.

Draco glared at Astoria, and she glared back at him. Whatever there was between them, it sure was not love.

Cleo took out her wand, and tried to read what it was between Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, like she did when she was working on soap and shampoo and perfume for people. She had made soap and shampoo for enough married couples to understand that each marriage was different, but that there was something there in every marriage that she could sense. Whatever it was, it seemed to be missing in the relationship between Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.

"Give me your wands!" Draco demanded, moving forward, his hand out. Narcissa grabbed both of the children's shoulders and put them slightly behind her.

"NO!" Cleopatra yelled, holding her wand in both hands and jerking it away. The wand started to glow, and the room shook with a magical earthquake, the room glowing and shimmering, like some movie special effect had gone wrong. Everyone (except Narcissa and the Children) looked around the room fearfully. Narcissa gently squeezed Cleo's shoulder and nodded at her, so Cleo put her wand back into a pocket and the earthquake calmed down.

"I do not think Scorpius 'Snakeslayer' Malfoy, the hero of finding the Chamber of Secrets, should give up his wand either," Narcissa mildly suggested, smiling proudly down at Scorpius and giving his shoulder a squeeze.

"You are on the wrong side in Slytherin, Scorpius," Draco suggested haughtily.

"I should have been with the idiots that tried to raise basilisk, father?" Scorpius wondered, his voice filled with scorn. "So I could be killed, and your frigid wife would not give you another heir."

"DO NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT," Draco yelled, storming forward, his arm raised as if to slap his son. He stopped when Narcissa pulled out her own wand and the tip glowed in his face. He swallowed hard and turned away to glare at Astoria, who frowned an angry frown, looking like being there was making her sick. Astoria's contempt for Draco was evident when she looked away from him.