A Forbidden Love (REMASTERED 2022)

CHAPTER 9: Remastered

Scorpius

    We apparated into the mansion foyer, with me falling onto the floor in a humiliated heap. I had been struggling under my father's grip since we had disapparated from the platform. It's a wonder that I wasn't splinched with how much I had been moving. I staggered to my feet and whirled towards my father and grandfather.
    The two of them truly disgusted me sometimes with how much they looked alike. My grandfather stood hunched over his cane, my wand dangling between his fingertips and a nasty smirk etched on his face. My father's arms were crossed over his chest, the angriest scowl I'd ever seen on display.
    "You, boy, are a disgrace to this family if I've ever seen one!" my grandfather spat at me. I laughed at that. The kind of laugh that had you bending at the stomach and clutching your knees. My grandfather sneered at me in disgust.
    "I, a disgrace? Have I been to Azkaban? Have I joined forces with the evilest dark wizard of our time? Did I get shunned by the entire Wizarding world? No no, Grandfather, I believe that was you and you!" I hissed jabbing my finger at the two of them.
    "Our family is a long line of wealthy pure-blood witches and wizards and here I see you on the platform fraternizing with a Weasley!" my grandfather choked out. I rolled my eyes at his hysterics.
    "The Weasleys are a long line of well-respected pure-bloods as well and-"
    "Shut up!" my father snapped at me. I turned to him and gritted my teeth. My father and I usually got along fine. We rarely disagreed and he was a fine father growing up but whenever it came to the topic of pure-blood and half-blood or my grandfather, we were bound to buttheads. My grandfather was the source of all of our wealth. We were nothing without his money and my father had no idea how to live with that. He would defend my grandfather's decisions to the end of the Earth if it would make him happy.
    "That line of Weasleys is as pure as the bottom of my boot now that that Granger woman has gone and had children. If you believe you're to ruin the history that is the pure Malfoy name by going around conversing with her daughter then you can pack your things and be on your way!" I stepped back and stared at him, unable to process his words.
    "You would throw me out? Your grandson?" I asked, my voice threatening to break."You would allow for your son to be thrown out into the street?" I asked, turning to my father. My father pressed his fingers to his temples and sighed as if I was simple-minded and he had been tasked with teaching me my letters and numbers.
"You are a Malfoy. First and foremost, always. You represent my name, the name of this house. All that is us. Our reputation may be questionable but one thing has always been clear: we are of pure blood. And I won't have my grandson socializing with anyone less than that. Especially not a half-blood Weasley," my grandfather stated, spitting out the last sentence.
    I shook my head furiously and surged toward him. At this, my father met me head-on. We stood centimeters apart, rage filling the space between us. I was seething at the entire situation. They'd seen me hug Rose on the platform and when I'd refused to admit if we were entangled, my grandfather had threatened me. He was pointing that old cane at me, which I knew still had his wand concealed inside of it. I was prepared to allow him to make a fool of himself. But then he'd called Rose a mudblood. I couldn't allow him to speak of her that way. I'd gone from upset to furious in seconds. I'd pulled my wand from my shirt and advanced toward him. I doubt I would've hurt him but I never got the chance.
    My father had slapped my wand clean from my hand. Then, in light of my shock, he'd slapped the taste from my mouth, sending me flying to the ground. I had lifted myself from the ground, rubbing my head which I had knocked against the ground. I looked into the crowd that had gathered around us and immediately recognized Rose staring back at me. My eyes widened in shock before my father hauled me to my feet. We'd disapparated to the mansion right after. I could still see Rose's horrified face in my mind, fueling my anger at the men in front of me. She'd looked so scared for me. Even worse, she'd seen me fall to the floor like some kind of pansy. I knew Rose didn't care about such things, but nevertheless, the last thing I wanted was for her to be worried about me. I knew she was probably losing her mind at the moment over the scene she'd seen on the platform.
    They didn't want me to see Rose. They didn't even want me to speak to her. I wondered what they'd say if they knew I was friends with the entire Potter-Weasley family. The thought was humorous, to say the least. I cracked a smile at the thought. My father narrowed his eyes at me.
"You think this is funny, boy? You want to be homeless?"
"Mother won't hear of this," I snarled.
"Your mother is away in America on a personal holiday. She has no say in how I run things here," my grandfather replied nastily, "Neither does your father, for that matter. I pay the bills in this house. And as a matter of fact, I am tired of you disrespecting me. Get out! Pack a bag and get out! If you want to associate with people less than yourself, so be it. But not in my house. GET OUT!"
I faltered and stepped back, looking between my grandfather and father. I trained my eyes on my dad who had gone very pale. He looked as if he was attempting to swallow a large rock.
"You're really going to let him toss me out?" I questioned, unable to believe my ears. Would my father be so money hungry, so cruel, so selfish, as to throw me out into the street? It couldn't be. He'd always cared for me and loved me just as well as any other father. He hadn't been the most affectionate but that was normal as fathers go. For him to stand before me now and hesitate on whether or not he'd cast me out was heartbreaking, to say the least. My heart plummeted at his facial expression. His face was as if it was made of stone. It revealed absolutely nothing about his feelings. He doesn't care I realized as I looked into his face. He wasn't going to go against my grandfather. He'd let him throw me into the street. His son, one he'd raised. He'd find some excuse to tell my mother about how I'd disrespected him. Mother wouldn't go against my father and she'd accept his lies with teary eyes in the end. Money was his power and he wouldn't give it up for anyone. Not even me.
I wouldn't let him toss me to the curb. Not like this. Not without a fight.
"You want me to leave? Fine, you have it," I announced. I walked swiftly over to my grandfather and swiped my wand from his hand, pocketing it. I turned back to my father for a moment and watched as his solemn expression faltered momentarily. I thought for a moment he might ask me to say, might tell my grandfather off. But he didn't. He stood with his arms crossed, a hard expression coming to pass over his features.
"Go. And take all of your belongings with you," my grandfather sneered, limping toward a nearby hallway near the winding stairs. "I don't ever want to see you sulley these halls again." And with, that he was gone. I turned to my father once more with a pleading look in my eyes, begging him to have a change of heart.
"You don't need to do this, Scorpius. You're better than this. Apologize and you may stay," he said suddenly, never moving a muscle. He said it as if it was the easiest thing in. the world. A no-brainer. I shook my head at him and clenched my fists at my sides. I would surely never get him. to understand. There was only one thing to do.
"I can't do that, father. Because I love her. I love her and her family. I love the Potters and the Weasleys alike. And I see why her father hated you. And I'd understand if he cursed me for ever going near his daughter, to begin with. Because I'm not better than her. I'm not even worthy of her. I don't deserve her to begin with. Rose is everything that is good and pure. She's stood by me and believed in me from the beginning. She's never wavered for a moment even when I was a right git to her. So I won't apologize. And I won't stay in a house where you insult such amazing people, where you claim. that everyone is less than yourselves. I won't stay here when you're so tightly wrapped around Grandfather's finger and I won't become like you. So, father, I bid you goodbye. I'll figure things out on my own. And it'll be without you and without Grandfather's money," I told him clearly.
And with that, I made my way for the stairs, dashing up to a room that wouldn't be mine for much longer to pack my belongings. But to pack for where I didn't know.