Scorpius Malfoy And A Lasting Reputation

Diagon Alley

4 weeks later Scorpius came coughing out of the golden fireplace in the Leaky Couldron. His mother came and lightly tapped him on his back. He returned her a weak smile and then looked around.

It wasn't the first time he had come here to go to Diagon Alley and everything seemed remarkably unchanged.

There were a few nods here and there as his parents exchanged looks and that odd whisper that followed the family around that only had hate in every word that was whispered.

Scorpius sighed. He didn't know how his family put up with it but then again they had restored their pride within some years after the war that had taken place which meant that the Malfoy family was feared once again and one of the most powerful family in Wizarding history once again.

That he was thankful for because he wouldn't have been able to sneer at anyone or threaten to get his father on them. His father held a big position in the Ministry of Magic only being second to Kingsley Shacklebot and not to mention they were extremely rich.

However there was the one person within the hundred that tried to humiliate the family everywhere they went or what they did.

Scorpius liked to ignore that person and instead sneer in their face and humiliate them back.

Times had changed but something's stayed the same. For example the family's dislike for muggleborns (mostly his grandfather but his father liked to keep him away from his grandfather when he started on mud bloods). Overall the blood statuses stayed the same for the family. The first few years the wizards were against blood statuses but times slowly changed back to what they had been before with pure blood a at the top again and muggle borns at the bottom.

Scorpius was snapped back to reality as the walls opposite him glowed a bright and golden yellow and the door opened to Diagon Alley, one of the few places that only wizards resided and no muggles knew of, except the muggleborns parents.

Scorpius entered the door and took the path with his parents hot on his heels.

His parents then walked infront of him and signalled him to follow them into a shop.

It was a robes shop. He quickly entered the shop and started around. Wow, this was something. He thought to himself. He looked around curiously and saw different types of robes.

Black robes that had red ties or green ties or blue ties and even yellow ties.

Draco sighed at Scorpius. His son looked like a rabbit hopping around and staring at everything but he dismissed it and picked black robes for his son to try and when he was sure they fitted he bought the robes.

Some minutes later they entered a book shop called Fourish and Botts. It was huge and filled to the ceiling with books on all subjects varying from fairy tales for kids to how to spot bad omens. It had the smell of wearing leather and brown could be seen everywhere unless there was that odd colour.

Five minutes later an excited Scorpius ran out of the book shop to a wand shop named 'Ollivanders'. This was what intrigued him the most. His parents wouldn't allow him to get a wand until this moment and he was already treasuring it.

He looked back at his parents who were struggling with the books but finally managed to get it correct and follow after him with a steady pace.

He stood at the door and pushed it open ready to find his desired wand, not really desired but the one for him.

Scorpius took a look at some of the wands and finally remembering how to act like a decent human being he waited for his parents.

They set down the heavy bags and called for Ollivander, who was helping another family or should I say two families. His father and the men that were amongst the other families exchanged looks before going back to concentrate on their own kids.

"Who is that father?" he asked curiously.
His father took a moment before replying as if choosing his words carefully.
"That is Harry Potter and his family. The family beside him are his friends and he is related to them by his wife's side. Why did you ask?"
"I just wondered." he replied

Ollivander approached Scorpius's father and looked down at Scorpius himself.

"Ahh another Malfoy? Starting Hogwarts?" He asked casually and Scorpius nodded. Ollivander nodded knowingly and headed to the boxes and picked some wands.

He was an old man, probably in his late fifties. He wore a green waistcoat and olden styled trousers. He barely had hair in his bald head and the hair he did have were grey.

He returned with some wands and laid them in front of the Malfoy's.

Draco smiled and signalled his son to pick up the wand and try it. However when Scorpius tried to use it, the wand wand didnt seem to work. He tried a spell with the wand but that didn't work either so he set down the wand and held up another.

The moment Scorpius held up this wand, he knew it felt worng. It was too heavy in his hand and he didnt seem right for him.

Scorpius sighed. His father patted his back comfortingly causing Scorpius to smile at him.

Scorpius gathered some courage and went to Ollivander and began talking to him.
"If you don't mind, can I please look around and pick my own wand?"
Ollivander replied nodding his head,
"Of course. Be careful though"

Scorpius nodded and started exploring the old, dusted cardboard boxes. He opened the boxes and lifted the wands but none felt right and appealed him untill he came to the last box. It was right right at the end and seemed to be living alone. It was one box alone which contained one wand.

The wand felt different in his palm. He rolled it around some on his palm before taking the wand with himself and falling Ollivander until the man turned to him,
"I want this wand." He pointed at the wand and a wary looking Ollivander replied,
"Are you sure son? That wand has been around f-" he never got to finish what he was saying as the wand emitted a golden glow causing Scorpius to look down at it. A slight breeze picked out and began hovering back and forth between Scorpius.

Scorpius looked down at it amazed with his slick hair beginning to ruffle lightly.

Ollivander just nodded.
"Looks like you found your perfect wand. Like I always do say 'The wand chooses its owner'."

After paying for everything else they needed, the family apparated back to Malfoy Manor. The put the contents in the cupboard.

Scorpius went to his room along to himself. He had just got everything he needed. Even the broom. He smirked to himself smugly.