“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. “
-T. S. Eliot
I couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t true, there was no possible way it could be true. I stared at the glossy badge in my hand with my mouth hanging slightly ajar. Prefect. Prefect. I dropped the badge onto my bed and shoved my hand into the envelope, withdrawing a piece of parchment. I scanned it quickly before groaning loudly and closing my eyes. There had been no mistake after all. The letter was addressed to me.
Who in the right mind would have appointed me, Scorpius Malfoy, as a Slytherin prefect? My friends would never let me live this one down. What an absolutely wonderful way to start my fifth year at Hogwarts.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t loathe prefects or anything. Their actually quite amusing to be around when you get them riled up. But honestly now, who would ever actually want to be a prefect? All you do is patrol hallways and help first years, not exactly my ideal way of spending my fifth year. Not to mention that this would completely tarnish my reputation that I’ve devoted four years of my life perfecting. Now I’ll be chasing first years around instead of catcalling to the Gryffindors.
I snatched the badge into my hand and stared down at it grimly. The shiny letter “P” glinted in the light tauntingly, and I had the sudden urge to hex it right off the stupid thing. I cursed loudly and flung the badge onto the ground, hoping with all of my heart that it made a sizable dent. I tore my eyes away from it as the door of my bedroom swung open.
My mother strode into my room with at smile, followed by a wrinkled house elf carrying a neat stack of my freshly washed robes. “Oh, have your school lists arrived already, Scorpius?” she asked brightly, her eyes sweeping my disheveled room. They landed on the badge and she let out a shriek of joy that made the house elf drop my robes in shock.
“Scorpius! You’re a PREFECT!” Another shriek. I winced and rubbed my ears. “Oh, congratulations!”
She enveloped me in a rib-cracking hug before standing back to admire the wretched object. “This is wonderful! We’ve got to tell your father, darling! We’ve got to!”
She promptly dragged me out into the hallway and into my father’s office. He glanced at me briefly as we entered before saying, “What is it, Astoria?” My mother began jabbering away and only paused for a breath when a house elf apparated into the room and informed her that her friends were downstairs, waiting to have tea. “Oh, alright then.” she said in annoyance. “I’m so proud of you, Scorpius!” She gave my cheek an affectionate squeeze and strode away, leaving my father and I alone. There was a moment of awkward silence before he spoke. “You’ve been made a prefect.”
It was a statement, not a question. I nodded slowly.
“With great power comes great responsibility.” he said, and I fought the temptation to roll my eyes. He made it sound like I had just become the next Minister of Magic or something. “Responsibility is a quality you will need when you take over the family business.”
There he went again, droning on about the family business. It was all he would ever bring up when he talked to me (which was something he did not do very often). Now, my father is not a cruel person, but he never really spent much time with me when I was growing up. He was always holed up in his office. My mother and the house elves were the ones who attended and cared for me.
We did not have a very strong relationship, and it never bothered me that much until my first year at Hogwarts. My dorm mates told endless stories about their fathers, and how they had taught them to do everything from playing Quidditch to tying their shoes. I had merely listened to their seemingly unreal tales with a burning jealousy, wishing with all of my heart that my father was every bit as wonderful as theirs.
Well, long gone is the ignorant little first year boy I used to be. Now, it doesn’t really bother me that my father is not around much. I’m used to it, it’s all routine to me now.
Our family bank, Malfoy and Co., was started by my grandfather, Lucius Malfoy. My father has told me the story of how it was established so many times; I can recite it word for word. Back in the days of yore, there was this bank of great prestige in Diagon Alley by the name of Gringotts. It was run by goblins, and was considered one of the safest places in the world to keep your treasures and gold.
The entire bank was utterly destroyed by a security dragon that had somehow gotten loose. The dragon killed most of the goblins working in the bank before taking flight and leaving behind a mass of debris. After the incident, people began to distrust Gringotts immensely. Prized possessions were lost in the rubble, and people demanded to have all their lost gold paid back to them. Gringotts was wallowing in debt and finally decided to shut their doors forever.
Grandfather Lucius created Malfoy and Co. when my father was only nineteen years old. It quickly replaced Gringotts as the most popular worldwide wizarding bank. Although he insisted on only allowing pure-bloods to deposit items at first, Grandfather Lucius soon discovered that that was not very profitable, and grudgingly extended the privilege to people of every blood status. When grandfather died, he passed the business down to my father, who will pass it down to me someday.
Merlin help me when that day comes.
“....and in that year, you will be taught how to-Scorpius! Are you listening to me?”
I sat up with a start when I realized that my father was still speaking to me.
“Er, yes sir.”
He sighed and slid my prefect badge across his desk towards me before waving his hand in the direction of the door. A signal for me to get out of his sight. I couldn’t help but feel a dull ache of disappointment as I snatched the badge back into my palm. He had barely even acknowledged the fact that I was one of the Slytherin prefects now. There had not been even a hint of warmth or pride in his voice.
I left my father’s office feeling even more despondent than before. I climbed the endless flights of stairs leading to my bedroom, which was on the top floor of Malfoy Manor. My curtains were open, casting the usually dark and dreary room with rays of bright sunlight. They luminescent stripes on my floor were a welcoming sight, but I disregarded it. Throwing myself onto my bed melodramatically, I turned my head and eyed the familiar posters and pictures plastered on my walls.
The whole Tutshill Tornadoes team waved and beamed at me from the poster on the opposite wall of my bed, each player clutching a Firebolt 2021. I can only return their cheerfulness with a dull stare. A photograph of me and my best friend, Dante Zabini, is taped next to the Tornadoes poster. We’re laughing our heads off at some joke that I had just said moments before. My on again, off again girlfriend, Mary Claire Elise, snapped the picture while we were on the Hogwarts Express post-fifth year.
My eyes shift from the smiling faces of Dante and I and land on a plaque of the Malfoy family seal. It’s black, silver, and green, with many serpent-like creature embellishments carved around the large silver “M”. The Latin words “Sanctimonia Vincet Sempe” are written directly underneath the “M”. Purity always conquers.
My father’s words floated into my mind and I shook my head vigorously to drive them out. I rolled over on my bed and clenched my hands into fists. My stupid prefect’s badge scraped against the palm of my hand, and I shoved it under my pillow in frustration.
For the first time in my life, I was not looking forward to returning to Hogwarts.
The morning the Hogwarts Express was set to depart could have been described in one word. Chaos. My mother fussed over me like I was going to a formal party instead of merely back to school. She forced me to wear an awful set of black robes that were highly uncomfortable and a pair of black shoes that squeezed my feet mercilessly.
After over an hour of scrambling and grooming, the pair of us headed out the front door with my trunks levitating behind us. A sleek black limo was parked outside the manor gates and the chauffeur leaped out to hold open the door for my mother and I. My father sent us off with a half-hearted wave, claiming that he was much too busy to accompany us to Platform 9 ¾.
We arrived through the barrier with roughly nine minutes to spare. I loaded my luggage and owl onto the train before turning to give my mother a proper goodbye. I tried not to roll my eyes as she pulled me into a tight embrace and sobbed uncontrollably, moaning about how much she would miss me (she did this every time). I scanned the crowd from over my mother’s shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of my friends through the throng of people. Instead, I caught the eye of Albus Potter.
He was surrounded by his usual mass of family members, who were all laughing hysterically. Albus glared at me defiantly, as if daring me to approach him. I merely smirked and gave him a sarcastic wave.
What a loser.
His father, the famous Harry Potter, clapped a hand on his shoulder and gestured towards something in the distance. Albus smiled and turned away promptly. I felt a small ache of jealousy course through me as I watched Potter and his father chuckle at some joke the other had just said. My mind flashed briefly to my father, who was probably holed up in his office at the manor, not concerned about whether his son had made it onto the school train safely or not...
My mother finally released me as the train whistle blew, signaling that there was only two minutes left before the Hogwarts Express would depart. The platform was suddenly full of people saying last minute goodbyes and scrambling onto the train. I was jostled through the crowd and shoved violently into a red-headed girl. She caught herself before she fell and turned around.
“Oh, I’m so sor-”
Rose Weasley stopped mid-sentence and glowered at me. “Oh, it’s just you.” Her eyes fell on the prefect badge gleaming on my chest, and her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Y-you’re a prefect?!” Her expression was one of utter horror.
“Yes.” I said in annoyance. “And if you don’t hurry up, we’re both going to miss the train.” Rose and I boarded the train and parted ways immediately. I was about to head down the narrow corridor to find my friends when I heard her calling after me.
“Oi, Malfoy! We’re supposed to meet with the other prefects at the front of the train you know!”
“What? How come I never heard about this?” I demanded, sparing a second to wink at a giggling group of third year girls as they brushed past me.
“Did you even read the prefect letter you received?”
I sighed dramatically and folded my arms. “You should know by now Weasley, that I don’t read.”
She marched down the hallway without sparing me a second glance, leaving me no choice but to follow her. I could tell that I was out of my element the moment I stepped foot into the prefects compartment. All the other prefects gaped at me in disbelief as I entered after Rose, shutting the compartment door gently behind me. Elena Midgen, a fellow Slytherin, let out a squeal of delight that she quickly muffled with her scarf. All the girls began running their fingers through their hair, while the boys could only gaze at me in admiration. I sat down next to Elena and tried not to cringe as she wiped her acne-covered, snot filled nose on her sleeve.
Rose seemed to be the only one not affected by my charm. She merely took a seat farthest away from me and looked around attentively. I shifted around uncomfortably in my seat, for once not caring about flirting or girls. All I wanted to do was to get out of there. And fast.
Rose coughed loudly, which seemed to snap everyone else out of their reverie. The Head Girl, a seventh year Ravenclaw with curly black hair and glasses, shot me a quick glance before speaking. “U-um, right. Well, welcome prefects. I’m Reina Wilson, Head Girl.”
She proceeded to give us a quick run-through of our duties and expectations as a prefect. I glanced around the compartment and hastily turned my burst of laughter into a cough. Rose Weasley was staring at Reina Wilson with rapt attention, her eyes shining and her expression one of breathless excitement. She was honestly the definition of a teacher’s pet. I shook my head slightly and stared out the train window, tuning out the Head Girl’s words.
“...and Scorpius Malfoy.”
I looked up as my name was spoken, and a collective sigh of disappointment chorused throughout the compartment. Reina Wilson was beaming at me, her cheeks flushing as I met her eyes.
“Er, what? Sorry.” I unfolded my arms and sat up quickly.
“Your patrol partner is Rose Weasley, Scorpius.” the Head Girl explained.
Reina Wilson gave me another smile. She seemed delighted by my persistent questioning. “Your patrol partner is the person you’ll be patrolling the corridors with for the rest of the term. The patrol schedule will be posted in your common rooms tomorrow.”
I nodded once and leaned back in my seat again. Weasley, however, was not too pleased with the patrolling arrangements. She leaped up from her chair as if she had been burned. “For the rest of the term?! But-but we’re in different houses! What’s up with that?”
The Head Girl rolled her eyes impatiently. “Professor Pemblerton wanted the four Houses to develop friendships and connect with each other.” she snapped, “If you’ve got a problem with it, go complain to him.”
Weasley shut her mouth abruptly and sat back down. I caught her eye and gave her a quick wink, a smirk forming on my lips. The girls around me giggled appreciatively. She gave me a look full of hatred and venom.
As long as I didn’t have to spend a selection of my nights with someone like Elena Midgen, I was satisfied.
There you are, chapter one! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! How do like the characters so far? Are they what you imagined the next generation to be? A story banner will be up soon (I’m working on it), as well as a chapter image for the prologue. J Reviews are always greatly appreciated!
*Edit: The story banner is up! I'm currently working on chapter 3, and it will be up sometime this week. :)