You... - Harry Potter Next Generation Fanfic

Chapter 3 - Disbelief in Durmstrang

With the Durmstang boys of Durmstang School of Defensive Training and Wizardry ~ Pyxis P.O.V.

We were in this massive boat that could go underwater with no problem. I was in my seat with my best mates by my side. We had a full-on wizarding t.v. called a TWIZ and it broadcasted the Wizarding World's messages easier. Arthur Weasley created it along with a few of his children. Brilliant he is, my grandfather Lucius disagrees and says that using muggle with magic is horrid, but truth be told, he watches stuff on it more than the rest of us when he is alone at Malfoy Manor, the new Malfoy Manor. 

At the moment, we were watching the news; sooner or later, we will be watching Beauxbatons. They have their own channel that makes them money but have the girls perform for marks. It makes the school money and girls don't have to do it, but it gives them extra credit and from what Lyra says it's fun but it sounds like a weird form of child labour.

 My best mates and I were having a laugh about the silly things at Hogwarts we might see. Giant squids, three-headed dogs, the works. I am the only person who has a relative at Hogwarts, or any family relation who has been there. 

"Hey, Pike!" said Jordan Flintly, a good friend of mine. "They have a forest there, right?" I nodded. "Then that's where most of our training will be, no doubt."

"Actually," I said as I looked at my other seven friends in the compartment room, " The forest is too thick from the pictures the Scorpius drew," the guys looked at me with confusion, " But he drew me all the training grounds and open areas that are open, and that is most likely where we will be training." I took my little brother's pictures from my book bag and handed it to my friends, Scorpius drew like 20 for me. 

"Your lil bro is good," said Kyle Hanven as he admired my brother's drawing. I won't deny it he is very good, his pictures may be just pencils and muggle pencils, but they look bloody real they do.

"How do we know your bro drew this and didn't make a magical copy and charmed it?" said Peter Yollier. I was about to protest when I remembered we were allowed to do magic on the boat so long as it didn't harm anyone or the boat itself. So I got up and went into the hallway and saw Professor Maldren walking by. 

"Professor Maldren, sir?" I said as I walked up to him with my head held high like we were taught to do. He looked at me and nodded. "Sir, I would like to prove something to my comrades, may I use a penesive?" 

"Come this way, Malfoy," I followed him.

2 minutes later...

 "Guys," I said as I returned with a penesive in my hands. The guys put a table in the center of the room with a case for the penesive. Once I sat down I took out my wand and pulled a memory from my mind and added to the penesive saying, "Well, if you don't believe me, then this should change your mind." Once the memory was added, they all jumped into the penesive and I went it last. Then the memory started...

"Scor? Lyra?" I asked as I entered the courtyard of Malfoy Manor II. I saw my sister reading a novel on a chair, her long blond hair pulled to one side, and her eyes focused on her book. A few metres away sat my youngest sibling, my brother, drawing a scenery no doubt, his eyes focused, and his hands were busy. 

 "Hey, Scor, what are you drawing now?" I said as I walked up to my little brother. Without even looking at me, he spoke.

"Lyra, I am done," just then, Lyra blinked and rubbed her eyes.

"Damn, Scor," she blinked a couple more times. I looked at her. "I asked him to draw me something 'cause he said he was bored, and he decided to draw me reading with the Malfoy Forest in the background. Now let me see it, Scor, please! And doesn't your ass hurt from sitting there so long?" 

"Yep," Scor replied in an obvious tone, "but I've gotten used to that, so no worries." He then got up and brought it to where Lyra was sitting, I made my way over to see it as well. I let out an impressed whistle.

"Damn, Scor, that's crazy!"

"Wow, Scor, it's so pretty, you make it look so real, are you sure you don't want me to put in a word for you at Beauxbatons? They have a summer program you could do, you'd really like it, and you won't be the only guy."

"I think Scor would like to be the only guy, and trust me, there is no problem with that," I said, nudging my brother in a playful way as he blushed. Undoubtedly, he is always nervous around girls he doesn't know, especially if he likes them. The only exceptions are the friends he made at Hogwarts, the friends who are girls, and he seems to be really cool with them. 

"Come on, guys," I said as they looked at me, "Let's hang it up," I took the drawing and left the room. They followed me as I entered our bedroom floor, I went to the room next to Scorpius' bedroom and opened the door. It was a gigantic room that was the size of a classroom or bigger. It was bare. There was nothing in it except a balcony and a little spot with a little desk and chair. I went into a closet and opened the door. The closet had literally nothing but picture frames, canvas holders with the canvas, art supplies and everything else my little brother uses for his art.

 Right, I forgot to tell you the most important part. One wall was covered in drawings. Like, literally covered. There was space between each picture, but they were next to one another and everything. My brother's work from since he was eight years old, and he liked to draw. He's amazing, I tell you. My dad had this room changed to be like this for his 12th birthday since there was so much artwork and nowhere to put them in our rooms, so we admire them here. The wall was a dark blue colour. Another wall was dark red. The other wall is a deep yellow. And the last wall with the small balcony doors was green. The floor was wood, a light brown colour. There were a bunch of lights here and there as well in the ceiling and many lamps, but none in the walls. The ceiling was a plain white, and with all the lights in it, you didn't really care. 

I took a frame that fits the drawing and put it in. Then I went over to the wall, and it flew out of my hands and straight onto the wall in perfect alignment with my brother's wishes. He has over three-quarters of one wall covered already. His Hogwarts drawings are on the green wall. They cover the entire top half of it, yes, it has two doors in the wall, but still, the doors don't take up half of the wall space. My brother is an artist. He has a few stands with three paintings of the Malfoy Forest and a sculpture of the Malfoy Manor II entrance gates. He does it so detailed it looks like a picture that was just taken, but you know that it is a sculpture that you can touch, and it's a replica, pure and real. He's good, really good.

Suddenly, we were jolted out of the penesive as the boat shook us all to our original seats.

We have a long way to go.