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Batch 34: Next Gen (3) - The Phantom Librarian
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fernwithy
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Batch 34: Next Gen (3)
I would love to see Draco's DADA lesson for Rose, Scops, and Al's year. for Anon
[Hmm. I have them all in different houses, and therefore different DADA classes. I don't really think they'd have a special circumstance for them, but the challenge, since I guess you want to see all of them, I'll make up a reason that they'd all be there together. If I do that year, it'll most likely change.]
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Rosie blinked again at the note from Robards--a meeting after dinner in the Defense classroom. She couldn't imagine what for. She didn't think she was behind on anything, but no one else at the table seemed to have got a note. She considered asking around, but guessed that, if she did, it would invite nasty speculations from her dormitory mate, Ronda McKenzie. (Much to Rosie's annoyance, Ronda--and it was spelled that way--had been named after Dad. That she was an obnoxious bitch made the offense much greater than any of the other same-names.)

"You got one, too?"

She looked up. Al Potter was standing there, his own note in his hand, looking confused. Suddenly, he paled and said, "You don't think something's happened in the family, do you?"

Rosie frowned. "I don't think so. I imagine if something were really wrong, Professor Longbottom would come and gather us up, not send notes to drop by a classroom after supper."

"Oh. Right." Al shrugged. "Besides, James and Lily didn't get them."

"But Artie did," Rosie said, sitting up straighter and looking at her cousin, Artie Weasley, who was on his way over from the Slytherin table.

"What's this?" he asked when he arrived.

Neither Rosie nor Al had an answer.

Together, they went to the classroom. A light was burning inside; they could see the flickering shadows under the door.

Al knocked. "Hullo?"

The door opened. Scops Malfoy was standing there, looking put out. That wasn't a surprise this year. He'd been quite unpleasant since summer, when he and Rosie had gone to Flourish and Blotts shopping, and he'd discovered a truly obnoxious book called Get Out of My Mudbloody Way, and decided that the entire wizarding world was corrupt and terrible and needed to be publicly disdained at every opportunity. This had included dying his hair black, getting a tattoo--since removed--and piercing his ear so he could wear a charm from the book's cover. He never wore his school robes outside of actual classes, and in class, he wore them carelessly, allowing burns and stains to accumulate until one teacher or another made him launder them. He narrowed his eyes. "You lot are here, too?"

"Yes," Rosie said, "but we don't know why."

"Oh, I have a pretty good idea," Scops said. "Fifth year. I'm sure we're about to receive the wit and wisdom of Draco Malfoy. Aren't you honored?"

Al rolled his eyes and went into the classroom. "Is he going to explode if he sees you like that?"

Scops shrugged, affecting an expression of utter apathy at the idea.

"I want to hear what he has to say," Artie said, coming in.

"Yeah, you probably do. He'll tell you how your House isn't evil, really, just a little misguided." Scops went into the classroom and sat on the desk. "The rest of us will need to watch our backs, though."

"Wow," Rosie said. "I must have missed the day in Potions that we did Idiot Infusions. Can I borrow your notes? You obviously mastered it."

He grimaced. "I don't understand you. Your mother is Muggle-born. People called your dad's family blood traitors. How can you side with...?" He gestured vaguely at the room.

"With the world they risked their lives to save? Gosh, I don't know. Just a whim."

The door opened, and, just as Scops had predicted, Draco Malfoy came inside. He was wearing non-descript but expensive looking black robes, with a hood that hid his face until he lowered it and said, "I'm sorry to be so mysterious, but I'm afraid I learned rather early that my interactions with certain students would be a bit more noticeable than I would choose. This turned out to be a rather good solution last year--"

"James didn't tell me he talked to you!" Al said, offended.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow, "And you will not be discussing the subject with anyone else. There's a hex on the door. You'll find the subject quite difficult to bring up outside this room."

"Perfect," Scops said. "Mind control."

"Tongue control," Malfoy corrected. "I shall be teaching your classes tomorrow in Defense Against the Dark Arts--I always do so in O.W.L. year--but I won't be calling on any of you."

"Appearance of impropriety?" Artie guessed.

"Something like that," Malfoy agreed. "I'm here to talk to you about how to not end up doing things you'll regret the rest of your lives, so I suggest you listen."

"Yeah, because he knows how to avoid that," Scops said.

"He knows how he didn't avoid it," Al said.

"Exactly. Clever boy, Al Potter. You hide your light under a bushel, but I imagine, when pushed, you could be a very powerful wizard. Just the right mentoring..."

"Not interested," Al said.

"Obviously. You're too good for that. It's crude. You just like keeping a low profile, right? A nice, safe little place of your own."

"Yeah."

"I think, once you find a place, I'll burn it down."

Al ground his teeth. "I'd have a right to defend my home."

"By any means necessary?" Malfoy didn't wait for an answer. He turned on Artie. "Slytherin, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"So you don't disagree that any means necessary might be employed to defend your home?"

"Hell, no, sir. Anyone comes after my place, I'd rather end up in Azkaban than let them have their way."

"That's refreshingly honest. I usually have to argue with Weasleys. Watch out for that, by the way." He turned to Rosie. "What's the flaw in your cousin's reasoning?"

"Well... if he ends up in Azkaban for doing something really bad, the things that mean anything at home will all be destroyed anyway, right?"

"Absolutely. He should let his younger sister and brother die to maintain his moral purity. It's only logical."

"That's not what I said."

"Isn't it?"

"Well, by your argument, the second someone tries to destroy you, you're destroyed. There's no chance to save it. Why not say that Artie should defend his house vigorously but morally?"

"Because he doesn't think it can be done," Scops said. "He still thinks that your only choices are Unforgiveables or submission."

"You, I'll deal with at home," Malfoy said. "There are a lot of things I want to show you, and you're going to damned well look at them."

"So, why am I here?"

"To remind you that no family laundry is to be aired in class tomorrow, no matter which brainless beauty you're trying to impress with this ridiculous pose..."



Since the story is all [young James], how about some Scorpius? Maybe a couple of years before Hogwarts, or like NEWT year... for sgt_majorette
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It was the matter of the Houses, at least at the start. Scops Malfoy, a scion of countless generations of Slytherins, had been placed in Hufflepuff. A year later, Antonia Macmillan, daughter of Ernie and Susan Macmillan, both from long lines of Hufflepuffs, had been placed in Slytherin. They'd got each other laughing about that during his second year and her first, and, though they hadn't exactly been bosom friends after that, there had always been friendly waves in the corridors and jokes about the Sorting Hat getting them mixed up somehow.

Last year, this had led naturally enough to a casual invitation to Hogsmeade. Antonia had been a little surprised (like everyone else, she'd thought he was involved with Rosie Weasley, but it turned out they were just friends), but not shocked. She'd imagined they'd have an enjoyable afternoon.

She hadn't anticipated falling in love with him. She wasn't sure when it had happened. There was no moment of great fireworks going off in her mind. But by the end of their date, when they were comfortably chatting about what they meant to be doing as adults, the thought was in her mind that she fully intended to be an adult at Scorpius Malfoy's side. She'd discovered that it was mutual only a few months later, when Scorpius, chagrined, had said, "Dammit, Tonia, how am I going to live with myself? I've managed to fall in love with a pure-blood Slytherin!"

They had been together since. She had no worries about the upcoming year, when she would still be at school while he was out in the world. It had all happened so naturally that if it fell apart naturally, she supposed she'd be sad for a while, then get over it. But she didn't think it would. They spoke the same language--the language of old houses and ancestors, of amusing magical mishaps that sent stories down the chain of years, of Beadle and the Brothers, of the Founders and the fallen. And unlike some of the other students who spoke that language, they both found it amusing and comfortable and a little sad, instead of glorious and somber.

He was waiting for her at the side of the lake, tossing rocks and whistling under his breath. He was gangly, and had just lately developed a raging case of spots, which were not helped by his allergy to bubotuber potions. He was still, in Tonia's opinion, quite handsome.

He looked over his shoulder. "Hey."

"Hey, yourself." Tonia sat down on the rock beside him. "Are the seventh years going to have a party or something?"

"We're having a picnic at Rosie's place the day after we go back," he said, then grinned. "Or maybe a wedding reception."

"You and Rosie are not going to do that insane thing we were talking about, are you? That was a joke, Scops."

"A good joke. Don't tell me that my dad and Ron Weasley don't deserve to squirm a little after all of their joking about it, like it would be the worst thing that could ever happen."

"And you think they haven't noticed that you actually have a girlfriend? For a year and a half now?"

"You promised Rosie you'd play at being a bridesmaid."

"Joking, Scops. Joking."

He sighed dramatically. "It would be quite... epic."

"That's true."

"Come on. It wouldn't be right if you weren't in on it. That would just be weird."

"It would be weird for your girlfriend not to be involved in a prank where you're pretending to be engaged to the girl everyone thinks you're cheating on me with?"

"Yeah."

Tonia shrugged. "I guess I can see that. I'll talk to Rose, though. She's more sensible than you, and probably has re-thought the whole thing by now."

"Probably." He looked at her cautiously. "You do know that there really isn't anything between Rosie and me, right? That we're just friends?"

"That's what you've said, and I trust you. My friends think I'm crazy to trust you on that, but I do."

"Right, because Rosie is sensible."

"No. Because you're honest."

He smiled. "Yeah. I am." He sat down beside her and took her hand. "She's always going to be my best friend."

"I know. I'm all right with that. I'm fond of her myself."

"Good."

"Though I will say... we're out here by the lake, under a full moon--well, almost, it'll be full if the sun ever finishes setting--and it's just us and the warm summer wind. Rosie's really not the first thing on my mind."

"Okay." He put his arms around her from behind and she leaned back against him. He kissed the top of her head. "I don't really feel like snogging. Is that normal?"

"No idea."

"Well, I don't. Can we just... be... for a little while?"

"I can handle that." Tonia listened to the waves of the lake, the occasional swishing sound of the giant squid's tentacles, and felt at peace.
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sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: March 9th, 2012 03:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm sorry, but I like gangly, spotty, unpleasant teenage Scorpius! Reminds me of Hormonal!Harry in OOtP...

And now we know who his mysterious Slytherin girlfriend is! A closet 'Puff: clever!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 10th, 2012 01:47 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah. I think there's something endearing, if incredibly frustrating, about that age, when you're so completely sure of yourself and your opinions, and you're going to be the mostest heroic-ist hero that ever heroed in defense of them. By piercing your tongue.
vytresna From: vytresna Date: March 12th, 2012 06:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
Actually, I was in that stage when I first commented on this blog. Remember how I thought the English language desperately needed the word "vadamous"? Braveheart phase. Wince a bit to look back on it.
etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: March 9th, 2012 09:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
I enjoyed the double dose of Scops, who is turning into a fine young man.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 10th, 2012 01:47 am (UTC) (Link)
I like him, too.
reannanshaw From: reannanshaw Date: March 10th, 2012 12:38 am (UTC) (Link)
Aw, it's so hard to picture the Scorpius from the James stories turning into that angsty guy. But then Harry went kind of weird in his fifth year too. I thought Draco visited all the classes every year. Or was that just Harry? You know, I kind of feel bad for Draco. I can't imagine how hard it must be on a father to have his (only) son feel that way about him (not to mention the way he acts and talks about him to other people). It is always rather amusing, though, to see him pointing out the kids' weaknesses like that. There seems to be a POV shift at the end of this section. It starts out with Rosie, then ends with calling Draco 'Dad'.

Admittedly, I'm kind of a diehard Scorpius/Rose shipper, but your version is cute too. Although... I'm always more of the opinion that a person's spouse should be their best friend, and I find it a little bit sad otherwise...
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 10th, 2012 01:48 am (UTC) (Link)
Oops, good catch on the POV shift. You can see where my head actually was. ;p Fixed it.

I think Tonia is also one of Scops's best friends--that's what she means about all of those comfortable things they share. In my version, though, basically, she's the friend with whom his life fits better, and he and Rosie just never had an attraction thing, even though everyone thought they did. And I guess my thing is the idea that someone doesn't have to be a romantic partner to be an important force in life, which is why I tend to kind of shrug on most 'ships.

Edited at 2012-03-10 01:56 am (UTC)
reannanshaw From: reannanshaw Date: March 10th, 2012 04:35 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I totally agree with your last point there, and one thing I love about your writing is how there are so many more relationships than just romantic ones. I just feel like, ideally, one's best friend should be one's spouse. That's my romantic ideal, anyway.
starnightmuse From: starnightmuse Date: March 10th, 2012 02:05 am (UTC) (Link)

kind of late on reading this- but they had an odd sort of charm

the first one was just--- bizarre. I mean it's been hint throughout your stories about scops brief falling out with his family- but it's just so hard to imagine Hufflepuff Scops who likes to talk to Grayfur-Mr. Black legacy- to being all self-righteous "purebloods suck" mentality. Specially when both his friend Rosie HAS a pureblood father.

Draco-- I like post-war Draco and what you showed of him as a father. He is still An antagonistic git.

the second one Was Really Cute, and I laughed out loud at Scorpius trying to pull a "the joke's on you!- Fake- Rose and him wedding when he is really dating a Macmillan who is in slytherin (One day I hope you write about Ernie's reaction because I'm SURE it's priceless)



starnightmuse From: starnightmuse Date: March 10th, 2012 02:07 am (UTC) (Link)

WAIT WAIT Hold on... explanation needed

Artie Weasley in slytherin? which cousin is this?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 10th, 2012 03:07 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: WAIT WAIT Hold on... explanation needed

One of Bill and Fleur's kids. It was in "The Clue in the Cauldron."
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 10th, 2012 03:41 am (UTC) (Link)
hm..... unusual stories this time. a different side to reserved scorpius.

""A good joke. Don't tell me that my dad and Ron Weasley don't deserve to squirm a little after all of their joking about it, like it would be the worst thing that could ever happen."

"And you think they haven't noticed that you actually have a girlfriend? For a year and a half now?"

*chuckes*

So Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy doesn't End with Rose Weasley?


Touche Fandom Touche. and with a macmillan instead.


although if I was forced at gun point to chose a next gen fic, I'd have taken Rose/Scorpius Any Day of the Week, thousand time over Scops/Albus. that one can just go die in a fire.

~A
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 12th, 2012 12:28 am (UTC) (Link)

Ahh... Scops

Other readers can't get enough of James, or Al...

I can never get enough of your Scops. Loved both the stories.

This would be a huge amount of work on your part, but I wish that there were a way to search stories by characters, so I could re-read all of your Scops (and Dudley) fics instead of searching through hundreds (and by now it is hundreds) of challenge stories.

In any case, enjoying your writing as always.

Sara Libby
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 12th, 2012 12:57 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Ahh... Scops

I just use edit "search" to find what I'm looking for on the HP fics on LJ page.
From: amethystbeloved Date: March 12th, 2012 05:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hi Fernwithy,

I remember reading the Scops&Rosie "reception" way back when! Though I like the idea of the two of them together (there are some nice fanarts out there), I think it's really great that you paired him up with a Macmillan. I had a nice time reading their love story even though I don't remember coming accross Tonia before. Is this the first time you wrote about her?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 12th, 2012 07:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is the first time I've named her or given her any thought, but I think I'd mentioned somewhere else that, to his undying embarrassment, Scorpius fell in love with a pureblood Slytherin.
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