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LATE NIGHT

Scorpius had been working on lesson plans for the past few hours in his office. He was making good progress but he still was struggling to get used to working under the supervision of the late DADA professors whose intelligent images were captured in magical paintings that hung on the walls. Some of the Professors that had taught the class did not have a place on the wall (such as Professor Quirrel). Scorpius enjoyed some of them, like Professor Lupin. He’d only read good things about the man and couldn’t help looking up to him for his ultimate sacrifice. The man gave his life to not only protect Hogwarts and the students… but to create a better world for his family… his son - Teddy. Scorpius had always found his welcoming smile reassuring. The painting had never seemed to judge him upon finding out who he was. It was something he’d always appreciated since beginning his teaching career at Hogwarts at the beginning of the year. However, Professor’s Snape painting still made him itch a bit under his skin. He knew that Snape had had the best intentions and had done a great service to the Order. Yet, there was something in his gaze that Scorpius could quite decide what it was. Judgement? Disapproval? Or perhaps that was just his face. Maybe, his face just always looked that way. But he couldn’t help but think the Professor was waiting for him to do something foolish or fall on his face, like his father had done in Snape’s last days. On occasion, Scorpius would swear he saw a smirk of approval on Snape’s face but it changed so quickly he could never be so sure he hadn’t just imagined it.

Scorpius decided to go down to the kitchens to see if he could rummage for a drink or a late night snack. It would depend on how the elves would feel. Sometimes they seemed overly eager to feed him… other times they chided him like they would a child for his late night binges. Scorpius closed the door to his office, walked down the spiral staircase down through his empty classroom and then wandered out into the hallway. On his way to the Kitchen he found a pair of leather gloves resting on podium of a statue. They looked familiar though he could quite place where he’d seen them before. He checked the inside cuffs for a clue and there was the initials of Aurora Priestly. Of course it had to be her’s. Scorpius took a gander at his pocket watch to see what the time was 9:00pm. It wasn’t too late he decided. He figured he’d stop by her office first to see if could return them quickly.

Scorpius took a breath before knocking on her door. He wasn’t exactly excited to interact with Aurora. She didn’t exactly seem to be a fan of his… or anyone’s for that matter. It had always been in his best interest to avoid her when possible. After he knocked he wondered if maybe it was too late to be knocking on her door and wondering if she’d roast him on the coals for awakening her or perhaps catching her in her nightgown or something. He pushed his hair off his forehead as he waited his fate to come to him.

TRUST MUST BE

Everything that Arik spat back at him was like having acid sprayed at his face. It stung to the core. He didn’t want to feel hurt. That made him weak. He didn’t want to care that this guy hated him so much. But it did. He had always been sensitive to all the negativity that seemed to follow him. Scorpius wasn’t a crier but he did feel things really deeply. When he realized the extent of this man’s hate and distrust for him he was sad, mad, felt it was unfair… all the feelings were happening. Scorpius didn’t want to say or do something he’d regret though. He didn’t want to come down to this guy’s level. He didn’t want to be filled with the hate that obviously lived in every crevice of this man’s soul.

When Arik had said that he doubted that his occlumens ability was taught to him for protection his eye twitched a bit. Of course it was for protection. He was a smart guy… he should realize that his parents would know that both death eaters and order members and everyone in-between would have it out for him. That the world was against him long before he was a even a thought or a possibility. The Arik continued to say how Scorpius had done nothing in his mind to prove that he wasn’t a death eater. Scorpius hadn’t just become a Professor for kicks. He did it not only because he loved mentoring and teaching… but so he could spy on the death eaters for the Order and to protect all those kids if anymore fight went down at the castle. Everything he did was for them. He hardly did anything for himself. He was a very selfless person but still no matter what he did everyone saw him as a selfish coward the way they saw his family.

Arik continued to rub in the insults. He told Scorpius that he didn’t have experience fight dark wizards like he did. This was true. He didn’t. But he had been around them and trained by their kind all his life. Scorpius would never like to admit it but he understood them and new their kind better than most of the Order Members ever would. Arik told him that Scorpius was basically alive just because he had made others believe in him. He didn’t make people do anything. He just was who he was.

Scorpius was just mad at Arik. The guy always tried to act like he was this god. That he was some saint that was fighting for the right cause on the right side. However, Scorpius knew that Mr. Waters only gave a fuck about his family. Scorpius didn’t have faith that this guy would be around helping the Order if his family wasn’t on the run. Just like the Death Eaters, he was only looking out for his and himself. Scorpius had enough of his BS and didn’t care to hear anymore of it. He was done trying to prove himself to this guy. He wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t sure why he’d cared so much in the first place.

Scorpius sighed and said ”Well you have validated to me that you’re nothing but a bitter, blind and backwards old man. I’m not sure why they let you in the Order... You don’t care about anyone but yourself. You don’t live and fight because you want to make things better. You live for revenge… the darkness in your heart is eating you from the inside out. I’m done here… I don’t need to prove anything to someone as cold as you. My talk isn’t cheap. It’s free. I’m real. I’m not trying to put a hood over your eyes or stab you in the back. I’m just telling you who I am … what I am… but you’re no longer in touch with reality. You’re too far gone… to far in the darkness of your heart. It’s sad really. Enjoy your tea, Mr. Waters” he said before turning to leave.

TRUST MUST BE

The way Arik started laughing at him was very unsettling and rude. The old man was so dry and hard from years of service and hunting dark wizards… Scorpius wondered how much humanity was left in him. He’d been chasing these guys for so long that he’d turned a cold heartless dementor. He was always looking for the next soul to devour. Scorpius listened to Arik continue to rip him to shreds, berate him and belittle him. He felt totally deflated. He didn’t really know what to say. There wasn’t anything he could say that would change Arik’s mind. The guy wouldn’t even hear him out.

Arik told Scorpius that he was even worse than the dirt on his shoe. Well we shot that elephant at least, Scorpius thought. Now that we have that confession, we both are on the same page about how Arik feels about me. Scorpius sighed. ”I’m sorry you feel that way, sir” Scorpius commented. ”I may have the same last name… but I’m more than that sir.” Arik mocked him for the reason he was an occlumens. ”Is it so wrong my grandparents wanted me to be able to protect myself. To keep myself safe?” This guy was being really harsh on him. He even had the nerve to scoff at him for being sorry about the wrong doings his family had done. ”I am sorry, Sir” Scorpius said a bit bitterly. He really was. It was bad enough he had to feel guilty for shit he didn’t do and have it basically stamped on his forehead, let alone have dicks like Arik Waters stuff shit in his face about it when he never had anything to do with it in the first place. It was wrong that he had to be tormented constantly for something that happened long before he was born.

The final straw was when Arik told Scorpius that his word was nothing to him. That he had to prove himself (as he hadn’t already been doing that all his life? Had he ever done anything wrong? No. Did people still act like he was a fucking demented killer? Yes. It was never enough). Arik then threatened him not only his life, but his family’s as well. Scorpius hated fighting. Hated contention. Hated all of it. He was a peaceful guy. He often let people step on him, just so he could end whatever friction was going on. But today, he was just really fed up with. ”Nothing I do or don’t do will ever make you see me clearly. You refuse to see me for who I am. You choose to see me, the way you want to see…. If you are so convinced that I’m a traitor why haven’t you just killed me?! Just do it now! Might as well!” Scorpius was daring Arik to act. Was this talker gonna walk the walk? Or just talk the talk?

GROUP TWO

Scorpius came upon the group of fighters just in time to see Amos telling Arik to get Eden out of here. A look of confusion crossed his face as he was taken off guard. This guy was a death eater. He knew that part very well… but why would he care about Eden Davies getting to safety. Scorpius had missed the bit about her being pregnant but even so … it was very peculiar for a Death Eater to care about anyone’s ass besides his own and definitely strange that he was trying to protect an Order Member… the lover of one of Harry Potter’s sons.

Amos Lestrange then told Scorpius that they could fight… but again Amos seemed to be waiting for something to happen first. He was waiting for Eden to leave before he unleashed his fury. Scorpius didn’t like to fight. He didn’t get much of a thrill out of it. But he did because one must to protect others. Scorpius was prepared to do whatever was necessary to protect the innocent and the order members. Scorpius didn’t look at Arik but it was clear that, that was who he was talking too ”Arik, get Eden out! I’ve got this” he said as he continued to have a death stare with his enemy.

However, Arik didn’t leave right away. He stayed. He had his own goals in mind. He demanded that Amos tell him who was looking for him. Arik literally growled the words out. Arik’s face was filled with aggressive determination. Scorpius kept his wand aimed and focused at Amos. He would’ve shot already if he wasn’t waiting for both Eden to leave and for Arik to get his answer. Scorpius could only imagine the rage that would ensue if Scorpius did anything to hinder Arik from finding out the details to this question. Scorpius noticed how Arik continued to look at him… like a kernel of popcorn getting ready to explode into something completely different. Arik was waiting for him to switch sides and be the traitor that Arik always had pinned him to be. Arik was going to be very disappointed to realize he’d been wrong all along…

Scorpius saw from the corner of his eye Eden quickly leaving the room and going down a hallway. She was finally gone and the fighting could continue.. however he wished Arik would follow Eden to ensure his safety or for Arik to give him the go ahead so that he could continue protecting Eden.

FOR A MOMENT I BELIEVED

Lily scoffed at his comment about not believing she could make a wand. She was only teasing him though. Lily knew what Scorpius meant. He was just in awe. He didn’t have the slightest idea on how wands were made. It was completely out of his realm of understanding. Lil then went on to say that all she did was work and so she had no social or love life. Scorpius bumped her back - shoulder to shoulder. ”Now whose fault is that Potter?” he teased her back.

Lily explained to him about the wood it was created from and what it was good for. It also seemed she had been keeping tabs about who was buying the different kinds of wands. He couldn’t help but think it was a lot to remember. Lily was always much smarter than most. She had a quick mind and was probably a pro at trivia. It was something he always admired about her… how shamelessly smart she was. In that way she reminded him of her aunt Hermione. Scorpius didn’t exactly know the woman that well.. but from he did know of her and his few interactions… the lady was a bonafide genius. Sharp as a whip. Lily wasn’t exactly related to her by blood but Scorpius was sure Hermione had been a positive role model for Lily.

Lily continued to explain about wand cores. She told him about a merperson who was fond of her father - the forever famous - Boy Who Lived - The Chosen One. There were many people and creatures that had become fond of the great Harry Potter over the years. It didn’t surprise him one bit that there was a merperson eager to share her scales with his family.

Lily told him to trust her and of course he did. He always had and always would. Lily Potter could do no wrong in his eyes. After the box exploded and he lightly suggested tweaking it, Lily told him it was him not the wand that had caused the explosion. ”Always so brutally honest, aren’t you Potter?” he said playfully. ”So basically your wand hates me because I’m a man… now, that’s not very becoming of it.” He joked. Scorpius took out his wand. ”I bet you can easily tell what my wand is just by looking at it… but what I want to know is… what does my wand say about me?” He handed her his wand. Wizards rarely seemed to trust anyone to handle their wands… but Scorpius always trusted Lil. ”It’s like the wands are talking to you. You’re like the wand whisperer”

GROUP TWO

The second Scorpius was in the building he frantically made his way to where his parents and grandparents were. His feet were hitting the floor as fast and hard as he could manage. His family had done a lot of wrong in this world, but they were still his loved ones. The ones that had loved him and raised him all those years. They weren’t perfect and had made many mistakes but he felt they had already paid the consequences thoroughly. In his hurry to reach them he may have ran past things he maybe shouldn’t have. Maybe he should’ve stopped and helped some others but he felt his duty was first to his family, especially his mother. She was the one who truly raised him to be loving and accepting and forgiving… even when he felt he didn’t have the strength. His mother had come from a death eater family and raised to hate those with “unpure blood” but she had risen above all the hate and had become something much different. She had taught Scorpius that you didn’t have define yourself by the flaws of your family. That the person you were was the one you chose to be.

Scorpius felt he was the only one who would care for or even take pity on his family in this situation. He knew he would be their only chance of survival. Scorpius was out of breath by the time he reached their room. Their beds were empty. Something he wasn’t expecting. He quickly checked some nearby rooms to see if perhaps they patients had already been evacuated to safety. From what he could tell, all the patients besides a few stray dead ones had all been evacuated. Just as he was beginning to feel some sense of relief he saw his grandmother, Narcissa Malfoy, and Gildroy Lockhart aimlessly wandering in one of the halls. Scorpius ran to his grandmother, hugging her, trying to comfort her. She was obviously stricken with fear by the events going on around her. Just as he guiding the pair away, hoping to take them to safety… Abel Dolohov ran past them firing hard. Lockhart was taken by a stray. A purposely aimed killing curse hit Narcissa. Scorpius was able to catch her as she fell.

Scorpius was now on his knees, clutching the lifeless body of his grandmother. He rocked her back and forth. He had never cried so hard in his whole life. The feeling was so raw and real it took him by surprise. His grandmother had always been a proud woman with her own set of flaws. But she had always loved him the best she could and protected him whenever possible. He had been an occlumens under her tutelage. Narcissa knew the best way to protect her grandson from the harsh realities of this world was to capitalize on his natural abilities and teach him how to defend himself.

Scorpius would’ve stayed on the ground holding on to the last piece of his grandmother if he hadn’t heard Arik loudly shouting ‘Crucio’. Scorpius gently laid his grandmother on the floor. He wished he could properly say goodbye or even close her eyes but this wasn’t the time. He was in the middle of a war zone. His family were not the only ones he cared about. There were others that needed assistance. This was his chance to finally prove what side he was fighting for.

Scorpius turned a corner and found Arik fighting hard and could see a bit of Eden Davies firing her own spells from behind a desk. Scorpius began ducking past curses and hexes. He shot a few back in various directions before reaching his two comrades. His eyes were wet and raw. He quickly tried to dry them in the crook of his arm because he both didn’t want anyone to see him in this moment of weakness and also because it kept blurring his vision.

TRUST MUSE BE

Scorpius often found it very hard to read Arik. The man was old, gruff and had the best damn poker face he’d ever seen. However, he knew very well the guy didn’t trust him. It was no fault of his own. He’d always been a straight arrow. His mother had raised him well despite her many obstacles with the rest of the family. Scorpius understood and accepted why people hated him. His family was far from perfect and had made many mistakes. Mistakes that contributed to many horrible things. Even so, when he heard the way Arik emphasized his last name, it hurt. Scorpius was always trying to prove himself to everyone. To show everyone he fell a lot farther from the tree than they’d expect.

Arik then stated that he was unaware that anyone was in the house and that his family must have taught him some skill. He knew it was probably another stab at his family being death eaters… or had been death eaters. Was it not enough they were tortured to insanity? No matter what side you were on, the punishments and violence was never enough to compensate past loss. That was the problem with society. Everyone was always so bent on revenge and fighting fire with fire that no one ever thought to just let stuff be in the past. Or at least this is how he often felt about it. Scorpius took Arik’s words with a grain of salt.

Scorpius began talking with his eyes at his feet. He hated contention of any sort. Especially, when it wasn’t necessary. ”I’m sorry sir… I didn’t mean to startle you… or intrude” He looked up at Arik now. He wasn’t afraid of Arik, but felt the best way to deal with him was to show him respect. The guy fed on it and Scorpius didn’t mind giving it… for the most part. ”I was just looking for some new reading material. Trying to study up on my dueling abilities… I won’t be here long, I’ll be out of your hair soon, promise” Scorpius wonder if he dare ask Arik was up to… ”If you don’t mind me asking, sir, what are you up to?”