You... - Harry Potter Next Generation Fanfic

Chapter 6 - First Encounters & Middle Names

Pyxis' P.O.V

"Cool" I said as I entered the castle doors. Sure my brother's drawings had already prepared me for this. I swear his eyes don't miss a thing, not a single detail, it's brilliant. From the glisening glasses to the twickles in peoples' eyes he got everything. Hogwarts was incredible in black and white, coloured crayons, statures and more, but the real thing is wonderous.

Lyra's P.O.V.

"Oh My Stars this is fantastic!"

"Nothing like home though, much more extravagant."

"Are you joking? Beauxbatons beats this by a mile. I bet you they don't even have selected ballrooms."

So many rude comments surrounded my compliment. Not like I care. The one thing I wanted to see was my brother, I miss him so. Sure I had just seen him in August but...it's not the same. At home Scorpius is quiet, well behaved and mannered arounded adults or even when we are going out. I have never seen him the crazy, fun, annoying little brother he is around other people who aren't Pyxis and I. I wanna see him as a Slytherin student surrounded  by his friends, laughing and enjoying himself, without a care in the world. I actually wanted to see what a social Scorpius Malfoy looked like. 

"Alright ladies gather round!" called our professor. "Mesdames! Le domaine est ouvert pour vous permettre de partir à la découverte! Assurez-vous d'être de retour à la Grande Salle pour le dîner! Si vous avez perdu ..." at that point I flew off. She had just told us that we could anywhere we'd like so long as we are back for dinner. If I get lost I'll have my brother, I'll be good. I was racing down a corridor with my brother's little mini map in hand of the place. I love his work! He made it incredibly detailed with some pictures of the back of some of the things I should see on the way to make sure I am not lost. He made one for Pyxis and I. We told him where we'd be entering and he just drew the maps! Anyway...I was passing a corridor when all of a sudden...

"Ouch!" I said as a tall handsome figure crashed into me at running speed knocking me to the ground.

"Oh my gosh are you alright?" said a deep voice. He had black hair and green eyes. He looked so young and he had a very deep voice.

"I am fine." I told him as I stood up.

"I am so sorry," he said."I didn't mean to-"

"ALBUS SERIOUSLY?!" screamed a red-headed girl in black and red robes. The boy was in matching black robes with green instead of red. She knew those colours...

"Calm down Rose!" said the boy, he voice cracking, his voice was changing still, I couldn't help but smile. She knew those names, Rose and Albus. The two started bickering over something.

"Hey!" I said. They looked at me. "Do you guys know Scorpius Malfoy?"

"Scor?" said the red-head.

"Yeah he is my room mate and our-" he said while doing a hand guesture, "-best friend"

"Awesome! I am his older sister Lyra" I offered my hand as the two of them took it. "Would happen to know where that little raskel is?" I said to them in a joking voice.

"No way!" said Rose, "Talk about random timing-"

"Do all you Malfoys have grey eyes?" Albus interupted.

"No, my mom's eyes are a dark brown, and mine can switch between the two, it's odd."

"Mm," said Rose, "well Scor said he'd be at our meeting point but that could've easily changed, so come on let's go find him!"

Pyxis' P.O.V.

"I am so lost," I said, my buddies laughed. My name may be mean "compass" in English but I could never read a map for my life. Through the corner of my eye I saw a flash of blond hair. Thinking it was my sister I looked up to see girl, with black-brown eyes staring at me and then looking away blushing, she hurried along with a professor, by my guess. She was no Beauxbatons. She wore a navy blue and green plaid uniform with a white shirt and black robe. She had big,thin glasses that she pushed into eyes as she scurried away. From what I saw she wasn't ugly, but higher then desent. 

"Hey,hey hey..." said Yollier nudging my side as I was scaring at the girl while she was taken away, my head had even turned around to see her. I didn't even notice. My friends were all laughing at me as I blushed and turned my attention back towards the map. 

Scorpius' P.O.V.

Somehow, when the bleeding stopped, as it always did. I got up, like usual, and took out my wand. My body shook, but I was used to it slightly. I cleaned up the mess and grabbed my things. Luckily the loo was right there. I entered it quickly and quietly. It was the only bathroom no one ever went in. It was the boys' loo next the girls' where Moaning Myrtle is. As I entered, Moaning Myrtle herself came out of a near-by drain. I ignored her and went towards the sink and turned on the water. I looked up to see my face perfectly fine with only sleeply, eyes and a tired, pale completion. I however took off my robe, sweater and tie. To reveal a sweat dretched shirt with black and blue spots beneath it. I undid the bottons of my shirt (much to Myrtle's glee) I ripped it off and saw old bruises returning. At this point Myrtle was sitting on the sink next to mine and was dead staring at me. She was creepy, but in the past two years I have gotten used to it. I searched my bag and found a small black box and opened it up. It was a cream I had invented last year once I was starting to get beaten really badly and I rubbed some of the white glop onto my skin. Within seconds they started doing their thing. You could no longer see anything, and the pain was slightly easied as the areas with the coating on it became warm and then cold and warm again. It really helped as it always does. I stuffed the cream back into my bag and began to put my shirt on, I always did the rest of my body before bed. I needed my chest tho, or else Rose would ask what happened or Albus in our dormitory. I was redressed in seconds. I fixed my hair and chewed on some candy that I had gotten from home, in order to take out the smell, taste and look of blood. The candy made your tongue red on top of that. Rose and Albus maybe the smartest students in this school, everyone has those vain moments when they know that their the best at something. Mine was art, and camoflage could be my middle name.