The Next Golden Trio: A Harry Potter Next Gen Tale... [ON HOLD]

Chapter 9

{Scorpius}

After talking to Albus, I'm late to History of Magic.

Not that I care much, I fall asleep in about 5 minutes.

Nott prods me at the end of the lesson to wake me up, just in time to hear Binns set the homework.

'C'mon Malfoy, it's break now,' Avery says.

I follow Nott, Avery and Warrington to the Great Hall, where we grab a snack, then we head out to the court yard.

We stand in the corner, eating our snacks, and talking about Albus Potter, and how boring History of Magic is.

I look across the courtyard, and see Albus and Rose, walking across the court yard with another Gryffindor boy, I look away and pretend to be interested in the others conversation. But I can't, it's to pointless.

'I'm gonna go to the library,' I say, 'and get started on Binns essay.'

The others roll there eyes and tell me to meet them next class.

I quickly run to the library entrance, but pause outside the door, before stepping in.

A feeling of happiness and belonging quickly sweep over me, I grin and make my way over to a table.

I put my bag down and run my fingers over the books on the nearby shelves.

These books, so different, so much history. Each book contains a story, not just on the pages, but in the very essence of the book, not the story it was made for, but it's own story, the hundreds of students who had read them.

I tear myself away from the books, and get started on the essay, coping everything, word for word from 'A History of Magic'.

But 10 minutes in I feel like falling asleep again.

I'm SO bored.

I shove my essay and textbook into my bag, and wonder down to the back of the library, inhaling the smell of old books, my fingers tracing over the spines of the books.

I love books, they are my refuge, the place I escape to when I worry about my little sister, Scarlett, when I think about the things Dad, Grandma and Grandfather did and when I think about what people must think of me. That I'm like my father.

Suddenly my eyes catch the title of a book, 'The Personal Potter'.

I pull it out, and sit down at a table.

I open the book and scan the contents:

Introduction - page 1-9

The Boy Who Lived - page 10-57

The Twisted Childhood - page 58-189

The Hogwarts Years - page 170-986

The Second Wizarding War - page 987-1193

After the War - page 1194-1256

I quickly flip to page 170 and start skim reading, desperate for a mention of my father, to find out what he really did in the war.

I finally find him mentioned, not by name though. I read on, hungry for knowledge of my father.

But as I read on and on, I begin to feel dizzy and only particular words jump at me; deatheater, tried to kill Dumbledore, Slytherin, only 16, like his father.

I slam the book shut, my heart beating fast, and quickly run out of the room, numbing into someone, I don't look at them or say sorry, I just run off to my next class.

{Rose}

At recess we sit with a Gryffindor boy we met at Herbology, Sam Rockfield.

He's funny, and seems pretty nice, Al and him get along well.

At recess we sit by the lake, and I bury myself in one of my text books, eating a Granny Smith apple at the same time.

Sam and Al chat next to me, mostly about Quidditch and stuff, I'm not really listening.

It's almost the end of recess, before I realize that I haven't seen the school library yet, telling Al and Sam that I'll meet them in Transfiguration, I run to the library, and pause outside.

Mum told me about the library, she loved it, she would always go there when she was confused, and she would always find the answer.

But just as I'm about to step in, Malfoy bumps into me, looking a little upset, before running off.

I frown, why would Malfoy be upset?

But then I grin, who cares, he deserves it, the little idiotic git.