scorbus one shots

chapter 1: nightmares (fluff/angst)

Scorpius knew what the bogart would turn into. There was no other thing it could be, and he didnt want others to see, so that's why he asked to stand in front of it after class instead. The professor told him he didnt have to if he didnt want, but that would mean he wouldnt get the credit for this exercise, and would no longer be top of the class. And at the time, that wasnt worth it to him so he told Albus and Rose to just go and wait for him in the hall.

He took a deep breath as the professor opened the cabinet, and the bogart began to take shape. Scorpius swayed slightly, as it morphed into a mirror image of himself, except for 2 alternate features. A cruel smirk void of all compassion and emotion, and the dark mark, branded proudly on his arm. Scorpius had known what was going to happen, but he still wasnt prepared to actually see it. And then it began to talk.
"Why do you try and fight it?," it spoke in a cold tempting voice. "You're a Malfoy. You shouldnt fight it. It's all you are, and all you ever will be. You're evil, your whole family is just evil. Give in. The mark is your birthright. You're nothing except darkness, and you won't be content until you're in utter control. Why do you waste your time with those 2 pitiful underlings. They are nothing." Scorpius was struggling to breathe, and the thought of the counter spell was nowhere in his mind. His darkest fear was getting the mark, but most of all, that it was inevitable. That it was all he'll ever be. And the bogart talking was just increasing his doubt, and making him believe it.

"Scorpius. Remember, ridikilus," the professor prompted, concern clear in his voice. Scorpius tried to steady himself as he breathed the spell, making himself appear in ridiculous bright coloured clothes, which covered the mark, and there was a mask across the mouth that stopped all talking. He was still shaking, but the professor praised him gently.
Scorpius only nodded as he sped out the room. He collided with Rose and Albus who were still outside the door, and had seen it all.

"Scorpius?" Albus said sympathetically, seeing Scorpius' frantic breathes and wild eyes.
"I told you to wait for me in the hall," he snapped at the sight of them.
"We were worried about you. We didnt know why you were being so adament about being alone whilst you faced it. We want to help you," Rose replied slowly.

"I'm fine," Scorpius said, clearly lying, as he swayed and leant against the wall behind him trying to breathe still. He could see he wasnt being convincing. "Or I will be fine. Just, let me calm down a bit. I need a moment," he felt like he was going to cry, and he didnt want to do that in front of them in the middle of the school.

Once he had regained some poise, he left without another word, stalking away from his friends despite their worried shouts after him.

*****

It was him again. But he was him. The same smirk. The same mark. And he was enjoying it. He was with his grandfather and a few other death eaters, all masked. In front of Rose and Albus, who were tied down, and bleeding out, slowly, painfully. And he was smiling. And he was the cause. He wanted to scream out, but it didnt work. Instead he started laughing cruelly, and Lucius grinned, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"This is your true calling. This is where you belong. You're a Malfoy, and this is what Malfoys do," there was more laughter, getting louder and louder before Scorpius broke through the vision with heavy breaths and shot up in bed.
He was covered in sweat and it took him a moment amidst the panic to realise he was just in his dorm room, and it was still the middle of the night. He threw his hand over his mouth muffling his cries, afraid he would scream out.
He fell back into bed catching his breath, and checking he hadnt woken anyone else, and then let himself cry, his hand still over his mouth, to stop himself from sobbing too loudly, and squeezed his eyes shut, the tears falling freely. He started shuddering at the silent sobs and could barely breathe. This went on for quite some time, before he got a hold of himself, and just laid in silence. Too afraid to go back to sleep, in fear of the images returning.