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The Winter prince
You were born on the shortest day and longest night of the year. You were born on the Winter Solstice with a shock of white hair and those blue eyes so characteristic of newborn babies. A long labor drained Astoria and after, she would be told she could have no more children. Though her heart ached, she cherished her little winter prince. Independently wealthy, your parents could afford to stay home, though a propensity for collecting and studying Alchemy hinted at a restlessness in your father. As you grew, your mother began a sort of adoption agency, taking in children without homes and finding them a home of their own. She would often be found with a toddler on her hip as a house elf helped with the food. Draco didn’t mind the ‘dirty children’ as long as they stayed out of his study. Astoria saw beyond his apparent hard heart, for she never hesitated to hand a child off to him if she needed to run an errand. And Draco suffered it with a sigh because he loved his wife. You grew up used to the transient nature of these children, grateful that you would never have to suffer the same fate. You also saw how much of a difference you mother made to these children, leading you to the conclusion that Astoria Hestia Malfoy was the most amazing woman you knew.
Family was important to your parents. Where your parents had few cousins growing up, Astoria’s family seemed to have exploded with family. Some of them you weren’t even positive how you were related but your mum said you were so that was that.
Your first memory was your mother in a fine dress, standing up to your grandfather. He told you he hoped you would grow up to be a fine Slytherin and show everyone how amazing purebloods were. Astoria walked up behind you, placed her hands on your shoulders and said, very politely that any house would be perfectly lovely and she would be proud of her son as a Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor and to stop implying the only house worth being in was Slytherin and she would appreciate it if he would refrain from the topic of blood purity because honestly it’s all crock anyways. Family gatherings were slightly more strained after this, but Astoria stood her ground.
As much as she tried, Astoria couldn’t keep away certain ideologies and philosophies from you. You still harbored a subconscious belief that you were better than most. Perhaps not because of your blood but certainly because of your status in the elite.
On the day you arrived at King’s Cross, so did the Potters and the thousand Weasleys. You had no clue how you would keep all the kids straight so you decided it didn’t really matter. Your father offered a curt nod to the famous Harry Potter and quietly said, “Mark my words, that boy will be a Gryffindor. Best steer clear of him, Scorpius, those Potters are trouble.”
Astoria shook her head. “Don’t listen to your father.”
“Stori. You know how he was in school!”
She smiled knowingly. “And I know how you were in school too.”
Astoria leaned down and kissed your cheek. “Mum.” You complained, but only on the outside. You would miss this woman fiercely.
“There’s nothing wrong with being sorted into Gryffindor.” She whispered in your ear, hugging you to her. “Try not to prejudge people, dear.” And she let you wriggle out of her arms.
“Love you, mum. Love you, dad.”
And you were off. For some reason, you ended up alone. Albus Potter and one of his many cousins found you, though his cousin left to find another of their cousins.
A part of you wondered, would it be so bad to be sorted into Gryffindor with this boy? You talked about a thing called Pokemon cards that he collected and shared treats from the trolley. No, you decided, being in Gryffindor would be fun. Surely, your mother knew you best. She perhaps knew what house you would go to.
As you stood in line waiting, a muddled feeling of anxiety and excitement filled your middle. When your time came, you sat on the chair, the hat dropping onto your head. It’s gravelly voice filled your head, wondering why you thought you might be a good fit for Gryffindor. It continues mulling things over before the final shout of “Slytherin!” startles you. You honestly had thought you would be in Gryffindor. You jump from the chair as the hat is pulled from your head with a mixture of disappointment and relief. Relief because being in Slytherin will make life with your family(not your mother thought); disappointment because you would likely lose your new friend.
You sat at the table of silver and green and watched the rest of the sorting, waiting for the moment when Potter, Albus would be called. You nearly fell off your chair at the verdict of “Slytherin”, but you clapped the loudest. All around you, muttering broke out. A Potter in Slytherin, a
Weasley in Slytherin! Your new friend sat with you that night as he would almost every night for the next five years.
First year was everything you thought it would be. You found ways to collect Pokemon cards with Albus and wizard cards too. While you two were Slytherin odd balls, you still fit in your house. As you both grew, interests changed from cards to music and other things. You picked up guitar and joined Dueling club. Academically, you flourished here, loving the library and all the new spells you could learn and even creating a few of your own.
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Birthday: December 21st
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