The Demon-Spawn Louis Weasley by Jpvolpe-Iuxjs48a

The Demon-spawn Louis Weasley
By: jpvolpe
"So, Louis, I cannot be part Veela. Now can I?" He then blushed and shook
his head in answer. He turned and started looking sadly out the window. It
was at that moment I understood how he felt. He felt apart from the rest of
us, like he did not belong among humans. He was the only male Veela (or
part Veela) in existence, he was all alone, and he appeared to be very lonely.
Status: ongoing
Published: 2018-12-09
Updated: 2019-07-08
Words: 29143
Chapters: 13
Rated: Fiction K+ - Language: English - Genre: Fantasy - Characters: Albus

S. P., Scorpius M., Hugo W., Louis W. - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2
Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13142571/1/The-Demon-

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The Demon-spawn Louis Weasley
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 1
The first time I met Louis Weasley, I paid him little attention. He
seemed just an ordinary little wizard boy, at least to me. I considered
myself pretty much the same, except that I was a big wizard boy. He
did seem quite a bit smaller than me, and I just thought he was much
younger than me. I also was not ordinary, after all, I was Scorpious
Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy estate and house, the richest and most
powerful house in the wizarding world at least in the United Kingdom
and Ireland, even after its disastrous backing of the wrong side in the
last wizarding war. Does that surprise you? Did you think that I would
not admit that my house backed the wrong side in the last two wars?
If you did, you really do not know me well, but that is OK, because
even today, few people know me. In fact, there are probably only
three people who really know me well, my father, that comes from
our close relationship, Albus Potter, my best friend and roommate
(and the son of the hero of the last wizarding war, I know, it is weird,
live with it), and Louis Weasley, my other best friend and my best
teacher. It was the things he did and taught me that made me
conclude that he was more than part Veela, he was part demon. You
do not believe me? Well, you will see, you'll see.
Though I hardly looked at him, from his size and stature, I thought he
was about two years younger than me. In reality, he had already
confounded me because he was only about a year younger. It was
just that he was unusually small for his age. I never learned of this
mistake until three years later when we met again on the Hogwarts
express. He was standing by the window of The Broom Shop, a
store in Diagon Alley in London that sells brooms, with his head up
against the window looking in attentively. He was ogling the newest
model of flying brooms that were on display in the window. He must
have come with his mother and older sister (or sisters) to get
supplies for Hogwarts. It was a perfectly natural reaction for a young
boy to have, so I thought nothing of it or of him at the time. Oh heck,
I will be honest. It was my first time to Diagon Alley, so I did not know
what to expect. Why I was there, I cannot recall, nor can I recall why
my father went there. It certainly was not to get supplies for
Hogwarts as I would not be going for another two years. Anyway, I
knew nothing of the broom shop, but seeing the other boy practically
drooling over the window caught my attention. I figured the display
must have something pretty good, so I went straight over to the
same window and did exactly the same as the other boy, including
the drooling according to my father, though I swear I did not. In the
window was none other than the latest model of the Nimbus flying
broom! "Wow!" I said to the smaller boy without turning away from
the broom, "This is the best thing I've seen all day! Thanks for
pointing it out!"
He never stopped looking at the broom, and said that yes it was
good, but that he had never pointed it out. To be polite, I never told
him that he had been drooling over it, only that he had been ogling it.
I then cupped my hands around my eyes, placing them between the
window and my forehead to get a better view. I was of course only
admiring the broom, Malfoy's do not ogle. Though he looked a lot
younger than I, he was so smart that he imitated my method of
getting a better look at the broom. I would have admired him for it,
but to tell you the truth, my attention at the time was only on the
broom. In fact, I paid him no further attention until I overheard my
father talking about us.
"Hello Fleur!" my father said with enthusiasm. "Is that your boy
standing next to mine at the window of The Broom Shop?"
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," a woman said with a thick French accent. I know
French accents from my family's travels across the channel. "He
likes very much to look in the window to the broom, observe he
does." I know, her grammar could use some work, but it is not her
native tongue.
"Fleur, I know our families fought on opposite sides of the war, but I
switched sides, and we did know each other briefly while at school.
Please call me Draco."
"Mr. Malfoy, my family was in France and did fight not in the war. I
am calling you not by your first name because woman married I am
and some distance I need with men."
"Then I will respect your wishes Mrs. Fleur Weasley née Delacour,"
he said with such grace that even a nine-year-old could notice it.
"Yet, please know that I am so much in love with my wife and son
that your Veela charms will have little effect on me." Yes, I know. My
father often says such corny things as that, but I do think he was
telling the truth here.
I think some nonverbal communication occurred between them,

because what exchanged between them I missed. All I know is that
the next thing I knew, the two of them were talking as if they were
long lost friends, which they were not. They had both become
comfortable with each other and were asking fairly personal
questions. For example, my father asked if her husband, Bill
Weasley, was ever worried of having a heart attack in bed because
his wife was part Veela, and Mrs. Weasley asked about my mother's
blood curse. These are topics I would have never discussed in polite
company, though true, Hogwarts students cannot be considered
polite company by anyone's standard.
Then I heard my father say, "I looked over at my son, and I thought
someone had hexed me. Because I saw two of them. Then I noticed
that one was smaller and younger, and I wondered if Scorpious had
cloned himself." Fleur laughed and called me very handsome. She
said I looked very much like her son. From that moment on, I turned
to look at her and loved her. I swear it was because she did not think
me handsome, but very handsome. Yet, everyone I tell this story to
tells me that it was because I fell under her Veela charm. Merlin's
beard, I was only nine at the time, I doubt if the Veela in her could
have had much influence on me at all.
Just to be friendly, I began a polite conversation to the boy next to

me without looking at him. Yes, I know. That was not very polite of
me, but I was only a nine-year-old boy with the newest Nimbus in
front of me! Who could blame me? "I am going to ask my dad if he
will buy me one. He will probably say no, but there is always hope.
Are you going to ask your folks?"
"I hope you get one. Yet, no, they would never buy me one. Some
year, I hope they might?"
I thought to myself, some year? He had abandoned all hope for

today and only hoped that maybe in some distant year in the future
he might be able to get one. That was not very normal for a boy, at
least not a wizarding boy. That is when I first really looked at him. I
only saw the side of his face for a few seconds, but it was enough.
He had the same chiseled face and delicate features that I did, the
same button nose, the same light skin color and smooth complexion,
the same hair color, type, and nearly the same haircut. His hair was
a little longer and had a slight wave about the ears, mine was
straight and clipped short, but otherwise, it was the same. He was
shorter, lighter, younger, and considering his apparent age, that was
expected. I did not get to see his eyes until later, but they differed the
most. Mine were a handsome grey blue, his were such a deep shade
of ocean blue that one could easily get lost in them. Upon later
reflection, he did look like me and hardly looked-liked a Weasley at
all. He lacked the tale-tell red hair, the facial freckles, the robust
athletic build, and at the time lacked the mischievous eyes. He did
share their fixation for concentrating on one thing at a time, as he
was demonstrating by his fixation on the broom. Of course, my
obsession returned to the broom as well, confirming my father's
impression that we could have been clones.
Later, when we were leaving, I asked my father why the other boy
would not even ask his parents for a broom. He looked disturbed by
my news and explained that some boys were not as lucky as I. I
frowned and pointed out that I was not that lucky, as I did not get the
broom I had asked for. He called me into his lap, hugged me, and
beeped my noise, saying that I had a mother and father who loved
me greatly, a roof over my head, and enough money for all my needs
for a lifetime. Although I did not get a new broom, I had my training
broom, my old broom, and that I would get a new broom on my
second year at Hogwarts. This still did not sound very lucky to me,
that meant I would not be getting a new broom for three more years!
Yes, I know, I was a prat at the time. What did you expect from a
nine-year-old boy who had just seen the broom of his dreams? I was
not totally helpless though. Even at that age, I could empathize.
From my father's talk I wondered if the other boy was not as lucky as
I because he did not have a mother and father who loved him. This
part of my father's talk I understood, so naturally, I worried that he
might not be loved. Why else would his parents never buy him a
broom? At age nine, all the talk about a roof over my head and
enough money for my needs had no meaning to me. I was a Malfoy
and having money and a roof over my head was all I had ever
known. Did not everyone have those? Hopefully, you have
concluded that I did not understand a lot about the world yet.
After worrying that the cute miniature me might not be loved, I

promptly forgot about him for several years. I admit, it was strange
that I never thought about him until we both were attending
Hogwarts. During my first year, I certainly heard his last name
Weasley many times, ran into his cousins on numerous occasions
(there were Weasleys in some of my classes), and I even met his
sister Dominique briefly. I also talked to others about Dominique
being part Veela and wondered about her siblings. Yet, to tell you the
truth, I am not sure I ever associated the boy, Louis, I once met as a
Weasley or as a part Veela. (I know, the Veela thing should have
been obvious after hearing my father's conversation to his mother,
but remember, I was only nine at the time.) What is even more
surprising is that my best friend and roommate never to my
recollection discussed Louis or that he was a cousin of his.
Chapter 2
(Note: it is not known how old Louis Weasley is because his birthday
has not been published. Although most fanfiction authors make him
either James or Albus Potter's age, I have chosen to make him one
year younger than Albus so that he would join Hogwarts with Lilly
Potter and Hugo Weasley.)
That changed right before my second year at Hogwarts. My father

was constantly bringing up his name and making trips to ensure that
Louis would be attending Hogwarts. I was not privy to most of his
conversations and information, but I gathered that there was a boy
who was going to be homeschooled by his mother instead of
attending Hogwarts. It caught my attention because I wondered why
it concerned my father. So what if one eleven-year old boy, who we
did not know, would not be attending Hogwarts? Why did my father
care? When I asked, his answer was because he was Louis
Weasley. This confused me further, because though I knew who the
Weasleys were, I could not understand why it was a concern to my
father. When I asked, he said that he would have to explain it when
he got back, because he had an important meeting with Arthur and
Molly Weasley, the grandparents of Louis. After that, I let it go and
never brought the issue up again. It therefore came as a surprise
that before I boarded the Hogwarts Express, my father asked me to
seek out Louis and help him. He said that he would allow me to
decide if I wanted to befriend him, but that he hoped that I would at
least be cordial to him. He did not need to remind me that when he
first went to Hogwarts, that his father had asked him to become
cordial with Harry Potter.
After recovering from my surprise, I commented, "So, Louis will be

attending Hogwarts instead of being Homeschooled."
"Is that not obvious?" That was like my father, always instructing me,
especially when he thought that I should know the answer already.
"I suppose, it is just that it comes as a surprise. Why the change of
plans, and why did he and his family even consider not going to
Hogwarts?"
"I am sure that they have their reasons and that it is not really any of
your concern."
"Yet, it was a concern of yours. You were pushing for him to go to

Hogwarts, weren't you?" I cocked my head to my side to better look
at him and illustrate my point.
He just smiled warmly at me. "Well, I suppose you got me. I cannot
be reasonable and tell you it is not your concern when I made it mine
when it really was none of my business." When I asked if he would
tell me, he just smiled and said, "Someday." I knew it would not be
any time soon.
Seeing that he was not going to say more, "So, you want me to be
cordial because you expect that someday he will become the next
powerful dark lord." He just laughed and said I should get ready for
going to Hogwarts. I was not through though. "Why does he mean so
much to you?"
He looked at me intensely, but it was not hard or cold. In fact, his

slight upturn at the end of his lips and his dilated pupils informed me
that he loved me deeply. I suspect that he was looking me over and
counting all the things that he loved. "Well, I suspect that much like
your friend Albus, he is tired of living in his family's shadow. His
father is a war hero, as are all the Weasleys of his generation, but it
is worse for him because of his family. His mother and all his sisters
got the Veela look, the Veela magic, and the Veela charm. Louis sort
of has the Veela look, but none of the magic or charm. In fact, he is
unique in being the only known male Veela or part Veela in
existence. I suspect that much like the Weasleys in my day, he has
had to learn to do without, because his parents are now very poor. I
also understand that his childhood was rough, and he spent a lot of it
in bed as he has been rather frail and prone to getting very sick. And
lastly and most importantly, he reminds me of you." He had a big
smile on his face when he said it, but his eyes had lost their focus as
if remembering something of my past. He often does that, starts
thinking of something I did when I was little, loose his focus and grin
from ear to ear. His expression when he tells me of the best day of
his life, when I was born, is actually pretty scary.
Well, my father had certainly piqued my interest. I was now dying to

meet this Louis Weasley. I knew it would not be very hard, after all,
he was a cousin to my best mate. Try as I might, he would not tell
me more. It was probably his evil plan to ensure that I would hunt
Louis down.
When I was on the train sitting with Albus in a compartment to

ourselves, I asked him about his cousin. It was not like I was
obsessed or anything and asked right away. We sat and talked about
everything, catching up on each other's news, not that that had been
necessary since we had met up at Diagon Alley and had visited each
other numerous times during the summer. Still, we had a lot that we
had wanted to talk about, and as we were best mates and had no
other friends, we literally had to talk to each other. Yes, I know, it is
sad that we do not have other people to talk to, but it really is not our
fault. Everyone expected great things from Albus, because of who
his father was, and because his older brother was pretty great too.
Yet, Albus is pretty lousy at magic and in learning things, and he got
sorted into House Slytherin, and this was too much for the narrow-
minded people who thought of him only as a Potter. Of course, his
friendship to me, did not help either. Although I try to be nice, and I
am bright, my magic is not the best, and I come from one of the
leading houses that fought against Harry Potter. Some people do not
like it that Albus and I are best friends. It does not help matters that
there is a rumor that I am not the son of Draco Malfoy, that I am the
son of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Heck, I can understand why
people do not like me. It is bad enough being a Malfoy, I would hate
being the son of the last Dark Lord.
About when we were half way to Hogwarts, and after the Trolly Witch
had stopped in our compartment, I asked about Louis. Albus's
response was quite unexpected. "Louis? Why do you want to know
about that pansy? Do not waste your time on him?" I explained
about my father's request for me to become cordial with him and to
look after him. Albus implied that my father must be crazy. "Cordial
with him ?" The sound of the word him implied that Albus could not
believe anyone would find Louis of any interest. "Go ahead if you
must, but you will be wasting your time. He is one strange fairy. And
as for looking after him, I am sure that he will need a lot of that. He is
the most frail and sickly boy that I know." He then frowned and
added, "Well, maybe calling him a boy is a bit of a stretch. But, as he
is my cousin, I will be polite."
"Wow!" I said in surprise. "Albus, do you really dislike him that

much?"
"Dislike? No, it is just that there is nothing much to like. He is

strange, a weakling, sickly, a coward, he bleeds easily, or more likely,
almost all of the time, he cannot play quidditch, and you know about
my family, how big they are and how we always play quidditch when
we get together, even the girls, but he does not, he plays with dolls
instead, he has never flown a broom, and when he was younger, he
let his sisters put makeup on him."
The last one got me laughing. I could imagine a young boy wanting
some attention from his older sisters, and let us face it, he was so
much younger that they would not want him around much, that he
would allow them to put makeup on him to get some attention. Some
of the other stuff made some sense too. For example, if he was
sickly with a tendency to bleed, I was pretty sure that his mother
would not allow him to fly a broom or to play something as
dangerous as quidditch. By the way, I still loved his mother dearly,
and no it was not because she was a Veela, it was because she had
said that I was very handsome. Yes, yes, it was a long time ago, but
when a Veela says that about you, it makes a lasting impression.
The part about him being a weakling and a coward might fit with his
poor health. If he was often sick and unable to do much, I am sure
that his muscles would not develop well and that he would not want
to take risks. I was unsure of why he was strange and why he played
with dolls, but these were not good enough reasons for me to ignore
him. That is unless he brought dolls to Hogwarts. If he did that, he
would never get along with the other students, especially the boys.
After listing off his reasons for why I should forget about Louis, Albus
sat back and relaxed. He therefore was unprepared when I asked
him if he would introduce me to his cousins that were new to
Hogwarts. Albus had already told me earlier that three new members
of his extended family would be entering Hogwarts this year, Lilly
Potter, Hugo Weasley, and Louis Weasley. Supposedly, they had all
met up beforehand and had planned on sitting together for the ride to
Hogwarts. It was a clever Slytherin way for me to get him to
introduce me to Louis. The trouble was, Albus was a Slytherin and
saw right through my deception. He only begrudgingly agreed.
We asked around, and with all the Weasleys and a smidgen of

Potters on the train, we soon were headed towards the first years of
the extended Weasley family. I saw them first and said nothing so
that I could observe them briefly before Albus would interrupt them. I
quickly noticed that Hugo and Lilly were sitting together and talking
amiably, leaving Louis alone and by himself quietly sitting in the
corner. Hugo and Lilly were both slightly small for first years, both
had the Weasley red hair, both had freckles, and both had the ruddy
complexion, though Lilly's freckles were much lighter and not as
numerous as most of the other Weasleys. Louis was strikingly
different, except for his size. He was the smallest of the three, as
blond as I, lacked the Weasley freckles, and had a pale and silky-
smooth skin. His hair was striking, it appeared very smooth, glossy,
and as soft as clouds. Somehow, he looked familiar to me, but I
could not place him at that time.
Before long, Albus saw them, opened the door, and popped in. Hugo
and Lilly joyously greeted him while Louis nodded his head. Albus
signaled for me to join them and he started to introduce me. Before
he got far, Lilly shouted, "Hello Scorpius!" She was overly excited to
see me, which reinforced my belief that she was the smartest of the
Potters. Seriously, when I first befriended Albus, and met the other
Potters, none of them were very friendly or trusting of me, except for
Lilly. James eventually came to tolerate me, and later even to like me
a little, but not the adults. The best I have been able to accomplish
with Harry is toleration.
Albus frowned, and then started his introductions again. "Lilly, you
know."
"Hello to you too Lilly! I am very pleased to see you again!" I shook
her hand vigorously.
"This is Hugo, the son and youngest of Ron and Hermione." I shook
his hand and told him I was pleased to meet him. I asked if he
dreaded being compared to his mother, who was supposed to be the
smartest witch of her year. He grinned and said that his professors
would quickly learn that he was no Hermione Granger.
With little warmth, Albus said, "And this is Louis Weasley, the son
and youngest of Fleur and Bill."
I extended my hand and said with my warmest smile, "I am pleased

to meet you Louis."
"Though most of my English relatives call me Louis, the correct

pronunciation is Lu-EE, as it is French." As I corrected my
pronunciation, he hesitantly took my hand. As I was shaking it, I
looked into his eyes, and got lost in the ocean blue. I knew I had
seen him someplace before and had almost placed him when he
shocked me out of my thoughts.
"Are you part Veela like me?" That was so unexpected, I was left
speechless.
Chapter 3
All his cousins, Albus included, burst into laughter. Louis looked
about the room as if he did not understand what was so funny.
Apparently, he was used to it, as he returned to me as if he expected
an answer. "I did warn you," Albus whispered to me when he
recovered with enough grace and kindness so that Louis would not
know he was talking about him.
I sat down by the young blond, not too close as he seemed reserved,
but not so far away as to seem cold. I looked at him and said that I
thought that he already knew his answer. I then asked him how
many male Veelas and part Veelas there were in existence.
"One."
"And who is that?"
"Me."
"So, Louis, I cannot be part Veela. Now can I?" He then blushed and
shook his head in answer. He was young, and maybe not very
socially adept, but he was pretty bright. The others resumed their
small talk, almost as if he was not there. I turned to look at Albus
who was talking, and Louis noticed it. He probably figured that I and
the others would ignore him because his question was so odd. He
turned and started looking sadly out the window, probably realizing
that the others had laughed at him because of his question. It was at
that moment I understood how he felt. He felt apart from the rest of
us, like he did not belong among humans. He was the only male
Veela (or part Veela) in existence, he was all alone, and he appeared
to be very lonely. Desiring to make him feel better, I pulled out a
chocolate frog from a pocket of my robes and asked if he would like
one.
"For me?" The way he said it sounded like he could not believe
anyone was offering him one. I was unsure if he seldom got sweets
or if he seldom got gifts from people. With his large family, I did not
like what either implied.
Lilly shouted, "Where is mine?" She definitely had the Potter greed,
at least when it came to chocolate. Not that I did not already know
that, so I came prepared. I pulled out another chocolate frog for her. I
also pulled out a third frog for Hugo. I could not give one to the
others and not to him. That would never work since I needed to stay
on good terms with the Potters and the Weasleys. At that time, only
Louis thanked me. I am sure that meant something, but I was not
sure what at the time.
"What about me?" Albus greedily asked. That meant something too,
and I knew exactly what.
"Hmm," I said, "I guess I forgot about you." Now that was not smart
and poor planning on my part. I did warn you about the Potter greed
for chocolate. It is from him that I know about Potters and chocolate.
Though Albus says that it is actually from the Weasleys. Ron
Weasley was supposed to be the worst, but my father said that he
was greedy about most foods when they were at Hogwarts.
Realizing my mistake, I asked, "Has the Trolly Witch been by this
compartment yet?"
"Not yet," Lilly and Hugo answered in unison their mouths full of
chocolate. Louis only blinked. Unlike the others, he was breaking the
chocolate off into small pieces with his delicate fingers and savoring
one piece at a time. Didn't he ever get chocolate before?
"Good, then I can buy more." I knew I would have to with the Potter
greed.
"You had better if you want me to remain your friend." He might have
been serious.
"See what I have to put up with?" I said to the first years. "Let this be
a lesson to you. He," I said looking at Albus, "is only my friend
because I buy him chocolate and other candy." I then smiled
wickedly and said, "When you make friends, make sure that they are
better than Albus Potter!"
Hugo snickered, Lilly said that would not be hard, but Louis surprised
me again. "Is that why you gave use the chocolate frogs?" Once
again, I was speechless. Only Albus snickered this time. He was my
friend and he knew what I was doing, so his snickering did not
trouble me. Lilly and Hugo stopped their chewing as they digested
the information from Louis's question.
"Louis," I said plaintively, "you really should not ask things like that.
When you say things like that, it makes me feel small and it hurts
me." His eyes went wide in understanding. He clearly had not
intended that.
Albus rubbed me on the shoulder and said that it was partly true, but
that he still liked me, even though I was small, and even though he
did not get a chocolate frog, yet. He was hoping for one when the
Trolly Witch came though. Hugo went back to eating his chocolate,
but it was clear that he had been thinking a lot about our
conversation. He said, "Thank you for the chocolate Scorpius. And
your evil Slytherin plan of getting us to like you is working, but more
chocolate may be required." His grin showed that he was either
joking, or more likely that he had inherited his father's addiction to
chocolate and knew he would be getting more.
"You are welcome Hugo," I warmly said. "I am a Slytherin, and we

Slytherins have evil plans concerning chocolate. For example, when
I buy more, I am planning on eating all of Albus's chocolate." I
rubbed my hands eagerly as if I was scheming. Albus faked that he
had been pierced through the heart, and then died on top of his
sister. She yelped as he almost crushed her, knocked the chocolate
out of her hand, caught it with one hand, and attempted to eat it
before she saved it at the last minute. He was clearly clowning
around, so everyone smiled or laughed, except for Lilly. She bloody
well was prepared to kill her brother over the chocolate. It then
occurred to me, that that was the first time I had seen Louis smile.
He had a gorgeous smile, but it troubled me that he smiled so
seldom even when he was around his cousins. Was he that alone?
Albus was soon rewarded as the Trolly Witch stopped by. I bought
two chocolate frogs and an assortment of other candies for
everyone. Albus tried running off with the entire loot, but I cursed him
with the Locomotor Mortis spell so that he did not get far. Lilly
suggested that I keep his legs locked until we had eaten his
chocolate frogs, but I was a sucker for his entertainment and
released him. I then passed out the candies. While the others
eagerly accepted my handout, Louis thanked me but said that he
was not sure it was right that everyone would be eating the candy
when only I had paid for it. I was beginning to see why Albus thought
that he was strange.
Hugo said to his cousin, "You are right." He then made a big show of
eagerly biting some stretchy licorice ropes implying the exact
opposite of what he had said. Lilly laughed and Albus snickered.
Louis only watched, looking sad.
Albus said between mouthfuls of candy, "Go ahead and eat it Louis.
Scorpious is filthy rich and he likes to feed me candy." He looked at
me with a mischievous grin that implied that I would not like what
was coming. He often does things like that. "He knows I am candy
deprived, because my mother thinks that candy is so evil that it will
turn children into Slytherins and she does not want that." Lilly
laughed at that. "Her plan failed because I am a Slytherin, and she
still deprives me of candy. Anyway, because Scorpious likes me so
much, he even enjoys spending his money on what should clearly be
my candy and giving it away to you!" I told him that was a pack of
lies.
"What part was a lie?"
"All of it."
"That you are filthy rich?"
"No, that is true," I said with a smile. "So is the part about your
mother thinking it is evil, so, I'll even grant that you are sometimes
candy deprived." He then asked me what was the lie? "That I like to
feed you candy, that it turns children into Slytherins, that it should be
your candy, and that I am feeding them candy because you are their
relative and I like you so much."
"Wait, what?" He looked confused. "If you do not like to feed me

candy, then why are you always giving it to me?"
"It is a Slytherin trick of mine to keep you from talking." I had to

suppress my grin with effort.
All his cousins and sister laughed at that and Albus realized that he
had walked into it. He tried to ignore it, though his face turned a bit
pink. He moved on to his next question. "So, if you are not feeding
them candy because I am their relative, then why are you feeding
them candy?" He pointed at all three of his cousins. Louis teasingly
looked concerned. For the first time, he was starting to play along
with us.
Actually, we had already had this conversation. I was feeding them

candy to buy their affection and goodwill. Pathetic, I know, but when
your only friend is Albus, you resort to desperate measures. Yet, I
could not admit that, so, I said, "No, that part is true. The part that
was a lie was that I like you so much. I am feeding them candy
because I feel sorry for them that you, Albus, are related to them!"
At this, the three younger ones started laughing again. Albus got
exasperated and returned to eating his candy in silence. He should
know better than to go up against me. His wit was good, but mine
was better. The silence was so golden that I debated not telling him
that I was only kidding because I wanted to entertain his relatives.
Yet, his sad puppy green eyes got to me. After all, he is my best
friend. I moved next to him and told him, making sure that everyone
heard. I think he must have known, because he sure snapped into a
happy mood right away. Of course, he had also just opened a
chocolate frog, so that may have been more important than my
apology.
"Instead of eating it right away, you should see how many jumps you
can get out of it first," Louis said. He had a chocolate frog on the
seat beside him and was encouraging it to jump by touching its tail
with his wand. "Once I got one to jump 6 times."
"Really?" Albus seemed skeptical. "They usually only jump once at

the first."
"I have already gotten this one to jump 3 times, and I have just
started. You have to be real patient and not eat them right away."
"Eww. That might be too hard for me." He then pretended that he
had lost control of his hand which was trying to stuff his face with the
chocolate frog. After a few laughs though, Albus moved over to Louis
and started encouraging his frog to jump as well. He even shouted
for glee when Louis's frog jumped for the fourth time. Lilly and Hugo
took little interest in it, but I watched closely. This was the first time
that I had seen Albus acting this way with Louis. Seeing him so warm
and affectionate while he was playing with his younger cousin
brought a smile to my face.
Hugo showed me his chocolate frog card and watched me intently. It

was Dumbledore, a rather common card, so it meant little to me. "Is
this not the wizard that your father had a hand in killing? My father
told me all about it. In fact, he warned us that we should stay away
from you." The way he said it was not harsh or hateful, but more like
it was a fact that he wanted to challenge me with.
"Warned us," I said. That could only mean that Mr. Ronald Weasley,
Hugo's dad, must have told all of Albus's cousins to stay away from
me and my family. I had so hoped to have gained some friends this
year beyond Albus. He was the only friend I had at Hogwarts or
anywhere for that matter. It had been going so well with his younger
cousins and sister that I was beginning to think this year would be
different. Now, I was going to lose them because of Mr. Weasley, a
man I had never even met! It was just so unfair! My vision then
became blurry and I almost lost it. I am not sure what happened, but
do not ask Albus. He lies.
"Gee!" Hugo exclaimed. "I did not mean to make you cry!" I am sure
I was not crying. Malfoys do not cry. My vision just became blurry
and that probably caused my eyes to water a tiny bit.
"Scorp? Are you OK?" Albus had unusual concern in his voice. "Are
you a little bit over sensitive today?"
Lilly then piped in. "There, there Scorpius," she said it in a tone as if
she was comforting a crying two-year-old. "Uncle Ron always says
stuff like that. We usually pay him no attention." If she thought that
hearing that would make me feel better, she was wrong. It sounded
to me like her uncle was always saying stuff about me, and they
occasionally paid attention to what he said. Yet, she did get up and
give me a hug, and that made me feel better.
Louis again surprised me. Seeing his cousin hug me, he immediately
left his frog, got up, and joined in the hug that Lilly was giving me. I
knew from Albus that the boys in his family were not usually sensitive
or affectionate, that they seldom gave hugs. Louis was clearly
different. He said, "Lilly is right, but she did not tell you that when
Uncle Ron spoke, Uncle George defended your family. He pointed
out that Uncle Harry said that Draco could not kill Dumbledore and in
fact lowered his wand to accept Dumbledore's offer. He just never
got the chance to use it. Uncle George also said that your father
came and cried at Uncle Fred's funeral. He said that the Malfoys are
not all bad, and that we should give you, Scorpius, a chance. I for
one am going to give you that chance." And saying that, he hugged
me tighter and rested his head against my chest. That made me feel
much better. I had a chance of calling Lilly and Louis my friends.
Chapter 4
Albus then did something that was totally unlike him. He came over
and joined in the group hug that Lilly and Louis were giving me. He
had never hugged me before. In fact, I do not believe I had ever
seen him give another male, including his brother James, a hug.
Somehow, Lilly and Louis must have impressed on him that I needed
it, so he complied. Not only did he comply, but he invited Hugo to do
the same.
"Thank you, but no. Boys do not give hugs!" I am sure Hugo meant
to other boys.
"They do among friends for special occasions, and this is a special

occasion." Albus was beginning to sound like he was defending his
actions. When his muscles got tight, I released him from the hug as I
knew he was becoming uncomfortable with it.
"Come on Hugo," Louis urged his cousin as he hugged me tighter. "It

will show Scorpious that you are sorry. Don't you want to be his
friend? Did you not eat his chocolate?" Louis's tact was interesting.
His reasoning was rather advanced for an eleven-year old.
"I already said I did not mean to make him cry." He rolled his eyes as
if that was all that mattered. He clearly had Gryffindor traits. "And
pleasssse," he said with emphasis, "how cheap do you think I am?
Do you really think that just because someone gives me chocolate
one time that I will become their friend?" He then grinned evilly and
said that it would have to happen at least once more.
I looked at Albus; he looked at me knowingly. "This one has some

Slytherin in him."
"Just a tad. He is mostly Gryffindor, but it appears that he has deep

Slytherin roots at least regarding chocolate. It must have rubbed
from me and gotten onto him."
"Knowing how messy you are at eating chocolate, I can easily see
that." Albus glared at my teasing, but he was unable to think of a
comeback.
"Are you two always like this?" Louis obviously had not been around
us enough to know.
"Yes," Lilly answered. She had spent hours in our presence. "They
are almost always like this. Although it can get annoying, I
sometimes enjoy listening to them just to hear my brother lose."
"What? I do NOT always lose! Do I Scorp?"
"Our bantering is not a question of winning and losing. It is a highly

developed exercise to expand the mental capacity of our brains.
When Albus and I engage in them, he does very well until the point
when he becomes confused and gets lost in the exercise."
Albus scrunched his face in confusion. "Wait. What?"
"I rest my case." Hugo only grinned, but Louis and Lilly laughed.
"So," Hugo said with curiosity. "You think I will be joining House
Gryffindor."
"Oh, definitely," Albus said. I nodded my head in agreement. Hugo

said that that would be great as both of his parents and most of his
cousins were from that house. He would be glad to join them. His
only regret would be that his older sister would also be there, and
that he would rather she could not so easily keep an eye on him.
Lilly asked with enthusiasm, "What house do you think I will be sent
to?"
"Probably Gryffindor. Don't you think Scorp?" Albus turned to look at

me for confirmation.
"I am not sure. She is awfully loyal, especially to you and your family,
Albus." I looked past him and thought. Yes, loyal and kind, but not so
much into hard work. Not that she was a slacker, but not a hard
worker either. Was that enough for Hufflepuff? "Loyalty might send
her to Hufflepuff." After a brief pause, I winked at her and added, "Of
course, with your brother in Slytherin, that is a possibility too." No
one thought a Potter could ever be sent to House Slytherin, and yet
Albus was sent there, so it is possible, but not likely.
"Is it true Albus? Could I be sent to your house?" She looked up to

him like he was the big brother who had all the answers. That
demonstrated that she was not material for Ravenclaw. She was not
bright enough. Of course, I kept that thought to myself.
"Not likely Lilly, unless you want to join House Slytherin. Which
house do you want to join?"
"Gryffindor with James and most of my cousins." That was not

unexpected, as of her family and cousins, only Dominique and Albus
were not in Gryffindor.
"Scorp may not be sure, but I am pretty sure you will be joining
Gryffindor." I told them that now I agreed with Albus.
Louis then asked what house we thought he'd be sent to. Albus
scratched his head and said he was not sure. He turned to look at
me to see what I thought. "Well, I do not know you that well Louis, so
Albus would be better person to listen to. I will say that I think it
unlikely that you will be joining Houses Slytherin and Gryffindor
though."
Albus agreed with me, saying that those houses would eat him up. I
agreed but did not say anything. No, the hat would never send him to
a group that would not value him or even destroy him. He would
never fit in with either of those houses and they would never tolerate
him. House Hufflepuff was the most tolerant, and he was so different,
he would need that. He was patient and probably believed in fair
play, so that would fit the house. Yet, was he loyal and hard working?
I did not know. Ravenclaw was not as tolerant as Hufflepuff but more
so than the other two houses. If they saw that he had intelligence,
knowledge, and wit, they would also value him even if he was
different. He clearly had intelligence, so that fit. He probably did not
have much knowledge yet, but I thought it likely that he would
develop it. I did not know about his wit. "Clearly, you will be sent to
either Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, but I am not sure which. What do you
think Albus?"
"Yes, one of those two, but which I am not sure."
"Louis," I asked. "Which house would you like to go to?"
He said that he was not sure. His sister, Dominique, was in

Hufflepuff, so he would not mind that house. Yet, she was so much
older that he would not get to see her much and she would soon be
graduating, so maybe Hufflepuff would not be the best house. He did
like books and learning, so Ravenclaw would be OK, but he had no
cousins or friends in it. Most of his cousins were in Gryffindor, so that
would be a good house. Yet, he did not think he would be brave or
daring enough. He surprised me by saying that he would not mind
being sent to Slytherin, as he liked our wit, and that he would have at
least two friends there.
That left both Albus and I speechless. How could we not take that as
a compliment? How could we tell him that we both hoped he would
not be sent to our house because he would never survive it if he
was? Our silence soon alerted Lilly that something was wrong.
Fortunately, Albus recovered and said, "Nothing was wrong. We
were just thinking. The hat will know where to place all of you. I am
not sure Louis, but I think you have a 60% chance of being sent to
Hufflepuff, a 39% chance to Ravenclaw, and less than 1% chance to
the other houses." He looked to me and his look told me he wanted
my opinion.
"I pretty much agree with my friend Louis, but I think your chance of
joining Ravenclaw is higher than joining Hufflepuff." When Albus
asked how much higher, I said, "Probably a 75% or higher chance of
joining Ravenclaw."
"That much higher than mine. Hmm. Do you want to bet a chocolate
frog on it?"
I smiled and looked at the others, one at a time. "Okay. If you lose,
you have to buy me, Lilly, Louis, and Hugo a chocolate frog. If I lose,
I have to buy you, Lilly, Louis, and Hugo a chocolate frog. Is it a
bet?" I put out my hand to shake on it.
Albus grinned knowingly and shook my hand. He knew what my

scheme was and approved. We are both Slytherins after all.
Hugo too grew a big smile. "Oh," he said with glee. "I think I am
really going to like this bet!" I had already ensnarled him, my
scheming knew no ebb, he was stuck like a bee in a spider's web.
Only this bee would never know of my fangs and what I'd get out of
him without any pangs. He was mine. Poor stupid little future
Gryffindor. I almost felt sorry for him.
As my eyes left Hugo's face, I saw that Louis had been watching me.
He grinned and nodded to indicate that he understood my scheme.
From his actions and silence, I could tell he approved. Clever that
one. He would be a Ravenclaw for sure.
We would soon be arriving so that we had to return to our carriage to

put on our robes. Before we left, we told the first years to get ready
by putting on their robes. It startled me when Louis pulled his out.
Unlike Lilly's and Hugo's brand-new robes, Louis pulled out an old
worn robe. It had even been resewn in several places where it had
once been torn. It hit me just how poor his immediate family must be.
He had hand-me-down robes even though he was the only boy in
the family! He probably got them from one of his older cousins.
Judging from the numerous rips, James or Fred were good bets.
As I left, I said, "If any of you need us for any reason, we will be
there for you. Just come and get us. If we are behind the Common
Room door, just knock and ask to speak to either of us." Albus glared
at me, but he did not say anything. I was unsure if he was unhappy
about my offer in general or if he was worried that his little sister
would abuse it. I switched tactics to appease him. "I am excellent in
my homework, great in my studies, and good with spell work, so you
will find my eager help very useful." I know, I was a bit over the top.
"If you have trouble with bullies," and here I looked specifically at
Louis, "or if you are homesick, or just want someone to talk to, come
and get me."
Hugo asked, "Why should we come to you?"
"You can go to whoever you wish. Yet, I am offering, and I am very

smart."
He thought a bit on that before speaking. "If you are so smart, then
explain why the frequency of children born as squibs has been
increasing? Are wizards who have two or more grandparents who
are muggle really at greater risk to having a squib child?" I was
totally startled by these questions. If it had come from Louis, I would
have brushed it off as just something odd. Yet, this was Hugo. He
was testing me to see if I was worthy, and he must really be
interested in this topic. I knew why he was testing me, but why was
he so interested in the topic? I looked to Albus and using only my
eyes pleaded to him for help. He proved to be a valuable friend.
"Scorp, you have to remember that his mother is muggle-born."
That explained it, Hugo had two muggle grandparents. I should have
noted that he said, "Are wizards who have two or more
grandparents." He never said wizards and witches. He was afraid
that he might have squib children. "To my knowledge, no one knows
why the frequency of squib births has been increasing. As for your
second question, half-blood wizards who have two muggle
grandparents do not have an increased frequency of having squib
children. I can show you the evidence for that if you like."
Hugo smiled and said he would very much like that. I seemed to
have passed his test. We then said our goodbyes and left for our
compartment. On the way, Albus asked if I was insane offering the
first years our help. He did not care that I changed it to my help. He
was afraid that Lilly would pester him, but he was mistaken. She
almost never came to us for help or for anything. I was slightly
disappointed, but I supposed that she had a brother and a lot of
cousins to turn to.
(Note: In a future story about these characters, I hope to return to the

concept of the frequency of children born as squibs.)
Chapter 5
I did not see them again until they came before the sorting hat. I
noted that Louis was by far the smallest among the first-year boys
and girls, though he was not the youngest. The hat without much
thought placed Hugo into Gryffindor, considered Lilly only for a short
while before placing her there as well, but took a long time to place
Louis. People were beginning to call it a hatstall, which technically is
over 5 minutes, and his sorting was not anywhere near that. He was
the longest of his year though and went to Ravenclaw. I once asked
him why his sorting took so long, but his only reply was that
someday he might tell me.
After Louis was sorted, I caught Hugo's eye. From the smirk he sent
back to me, I could tell he was eager for his chocolate. He did not
have to wait long. I wrote my father to send some, explaining the
reason they were needed, and why Albus would be paying for them.
He sent them the next day with a lengthy letter saying that he was
happy that I had gotten close to the younger Weasleys and Potter
and was thrilled that I had done so with Louis in particular. That
made me wonder what he would think when he learned that I had
made a special bond with the boy. Normally, I would tell my father
almost everything. Yet, I did not want to get his hopes up because I
did not know if our bond would last, and I did not know how to
explain it. Why was I bonding with him? I did not know. Sure, my dad
wanted me to. Sure, he was a cousin of Albus. Sure, he kind of
looked like a younger me. Sure, he was smart and liked learning, just
like me. Sure, he was lonely and needed another friend. Yet, I did not
think all of those were enough to explain my bonding to him. Nor did
I understand why he liked me so much. Hugo liked me because I fed
him chocolate and candy. Lilly liked me mostly because I was her
brother's best friend and I was funny. Louis liked me more than the
two of them, but not for the chocolate, not because I was funny, and
not because of Albus. Sure, those helped, but it was something else
that I could not get my hands on. I was plagued with why we had
formed our special bond for a long time. Finally, I just stopped
thinking about it.
After our reunion with the chocolate frogs, I did not see much of any
of them for several days because of our busy school schedules and
the fact that we sat at different tables during our meals. That
changed one night when I was returning to my Common Room from
the library. I turned the corner and saw Marcus Bletchley, a
housemate of my year, shove another boy up against the wall. I
should have recognized the silver-white blond from the back, or his
small stature, but there were a lot of other students in the way, and I
was not paying attention. I just wanted to not get involved and into
my Common Room and have some peace and quiet. Slytherins
often roughed up people who aggravated them or got in their way,
and I just wanted it not to be me. Yet, as the kid slammed into the
wall and cried out in pain, I found myself intervening against my own
better judgement. "Take it easy Marcus! He's only a first year and a
small one at that!" No one else was saying anything and the poor
first year was totally at Marcus's mercy.
"Shut up Malfoy, or you will be next." Marcus did not even need to
look at me to make my heart skip a beat. I knew I was not on the
best of terms with him, and he was frankly just dangerous. Speaking
to us about the boy, "He has been spying on us and I am going to
get it out of him or kill him." Marcus said things like that to make us
fear him. We knew he was exaggerating, but we still feared him.
"I was not spying," the boy cried in alarm. "Honest, I came here to
see my cousin and his…" He did not finish as Marcus pulled his
hand behind his back and began twisting it painfully.
The voice was clearly that of Louis. I pushed through the other
students who were watching and tapped Marcus on the shoulder.
"Excuse me Marcus," I said politely not wanting to ruffle his feathers.
"Would you kindly release Albus Potter's little cousin. I will vouch for
him if needed." I raised my eyebrows to let him know I expected an
answer.
Marcus was a bit slow and clearly did not trust me. "What will you do
if I do not?" He said it in a way to challenge me, probably hoping that
he could fight or duel me. He did not care if he hurt Louis or me, he
just wanted to hurt someone. He was not all bad though. At least he
was talking to me, and it was clear that he did not know who Louis
was when he first accosted him.
I backed up a step and tried not to sound confrontational. "You may

not consider me a worthy challenge, but I assure you this is Louis
Weasley, and he has many cousins and one sister here at Hogwarts.
I think even you will find his family people you do not wish to offend. I
am sure it will be in your best interest to just release him and drop
this matter now."
"He does not look like a Weasley to me. He's not ginger."
"Albus Potter is not a ginger, and his mother is a Weasley. Louis and
his sister, Dominique Weasley, look more like their mother than their
father." That was true, but Dominique had some red in her blond and
Louis did not. I was pleased that Marcus showed some
understanding so that I did not have to explain more about their hair
color. With that said, I had had enough of being reasonable. So, I
said in a bored but commanding tone, "Now please release the
youngest Weasley." Technically, Lilly was the youngest. Yet, her last
name was Potter, and my command sounded much better when I did
not say, "the second youngest Weasley."
"OK. Yet, if you are pulling my leg, I will kill you." He then released
Louis.
I then looked at Louis, made the slightest upturn on the ends of my

lips, and said, "Understood. And I assure you, I, like most here at
Hogwarts, do not even want to touch your leg." From his brief grin, I
knew the young Ravenclaw had caught my wit. I had so cleverly
insulted Marcus, that he had not realized it. I then put my hand
behind the younger boy and ushered him past the Slytherins and into
the safety of our Common Room. After finding Albus, I left them and
got a clean rag and some alcohol to clean Louis. He was bleeding a
little from his hand, forehead, and noise, probably from being thrown
against the wall. I wanted to take him to the infirmary, but he did not,
and Albus assured me that this was very minor for Louis. Apparently,
Albus had spoken the truth, it was quite common for Louis to bleed.
Fortunately, I quickly stopped his bleeding and cleaned his wounds.
Louis said I should become a doctor, as I had magic for healing.
Albus explained that his cousin's skin was as thin as paper and that
his history of being ill was more common than the moon at night.
"That is why he has never joined us in playing Quidditch at our family
reunions and his mother never let him play with any of his male
cousins." He smirked. "Instead, if he was healthy, he was allowed to
play with his sisters and his female cousins. Why else would he play
with dolls?" Albus said it in a way that implied that this was the worst
possible thing that could have happened. Albus had told me
something of this before, but I had thought he had been highly
exaggerating, I could see that I had been mistaken. Louis just got
pink in the face, looked down at his shoes, and did not say anything
to defend himself. In fact, he had been awfully quite ever since I had
rescued him from Marcus. He also kept giving me a look that I had
not seen before. Gratitude I could understand, but it was more than
that. Was it warm satisfaction?
When I asked why his skin was so thin and why he was so sickly,
Louis answered that it had something to do with his being a male
Veela. He meant part Veela, but he figured that I would get that.
When I showed no understanding to what he implied, he added,
"There are not supposed to be male Veelas, that is why there are
none. I am the first, and I am only 1/8 Veela."
I felt so stupid as I had already known most of this. I just had never
put it all together and understood what it meant. Yet, this opened up
a whole bunch of other questions. Such as, would he be sickly for
life, and where did baby Veelas come from? "That does not make
sense. If there are no male Veelas," I said confused, "then how, err,
how, how do they reproduce?" Do not ask me why, but my face
became warm.
My embarrassment must have really showed because Albus started
snickering. Louis just smiled. "I do not know, but it certainly is not
sexually." His smile grew into the biggest impish grin ever. "That is
one thing I can hardly wait to be the first at. The first male Veela
engaging in sex."
Albus died of laughter. After a bit, he barely choked out, "Sorry there
little cous. I think you have to wait until you have developed a lot
more down there." He then burst into renewed laughter, but I was not
paying him any attention.
Probably because I had just entered puberty, the conversation

caused me to daydream. I lost my focus when Louis's words
reminded me of a dream I had last night. In the dream, Louis had
said nearly exactly the same thing, that he could not wait to be the
first male Veela to engage in sex. He then began dancing, bringing
two girls under his Veela seduction. I too joined the dance, only it
was not the wizard me, I was a Veela or became a Veela. I am
unsure which, and the dream did not explain it. We broke into boy-
girl pairs, with the boys removing their shirts as they danced to
continue their seduction. After this, we each kissed our female
partner once while we danced, bringing them totally under our spell.
We then ordered them to dance, and they could not refuse. As the
girls danced with us, they removed the rest of our clothes without our
prompting. It was hot! As we danced naked, we kissed them
repeatedly, disapparating a piece of their clothing with each kiss. Did
I forget to mention that this was my first wet dream?
I came back to reality when I heard my name. "Scorp? Scorp? Is

anything wrong? You were out of it for quite a bit." Albus brought his
face close to look into my eyes. "Why did you have a silly grin on
your face? Are you OK?" He was looking at me with great concern.
"I'm fine. I was just remembering my dream last night." My cheeks

became warm again. Albus just looked at me confused, but Louis
quickly glanced at the bulge in my pants, grinned, and winked at me.
He said it must have been a really, really good dream. My cheeks
got warmer and I looked at my shoes. I do not know how, but
somehow, he knew what I had been daydreaming.
Things continued pretty-much like this every night for a week. After
dinner, Louis would either join up with Albus and I, find us someplace
around the castle, or come down to the Slytherin Common Room to
be with us. I thought it a bit excessive but was OK with it. Albus was
not and complained about him. I explained that Louis was hanging
around us a lot because he had not made any friends yet in
Ravenclaw.
Albus said that that was the problem. That his cousin had no balls,
so he had been too shy to attempt to make new friends. That he
would need to be forced to make new friends, and that that might
help him grow something down where it counted. He eventually told
Louis that he had to make friends in Ravenclaw because he was not
allowed to be with us more than once a week. Louis did not take it
well. He cried with actual tears, begging us not to do it. He even told
us that James, Albus's brother, and Hugo had told him something
similar a week earlier when he tried to meet up with Hugo or Lilly in
the Gryffindor Common room.
Because he seemed so lonely, I was torn about restricting Louis, but

I understood what Albus was trying to do. He did get annoyed at his
little cousin and considered him weird or worse, but he did care
about him. Otherwise, he would not have allowed him to hang with
us once a week. No, he was trying to force Louis into making friends
with the other Ravenclaws, especially the first years. As we were a
class ahead of him and in a different house, it made sense. Still, I
told Louis that if he needed my help for some homework or anything,
I would be there for him, though I suggested that we meet in the
library so that Albus would not find out about it. Louis did come to me
for a lot of help, most of which was stuff he needed no help on at all,
so I had to shut him off too. After a few days, I told him that he could
continue coming to me for help, but that if I thought he was coming
to me for a reason that he did not need help on, I would send him
away. When he noticed that I was sending him away for most of the
things he brought me, he finally got the hint and cut it down to
meeting me about once a week in the library and hanging out with
Albus and I once a week. He did ask if he could say hi to us after
dinner, and even Albus was OK with that. He soon became friendly
with though not friends with a number of Ravenclaws, so that he
started hanging out with them. Albus never let me forget that he had
been right about what Louis needed. Never!
Chapter 6
(Note: it is not known how old Louis Weasley is because his birthday
has not been published. Although most fanfiction authors make him
either James or Albus Potter's age, I have chosen to make him one
year younger than Albus so that he would join Hogwarts with Lilly
Potter and Hugo Weasley.)


Hogwarts?"
your concern."

any time soon.
much to you?"


Louis down.


much?"


know."

to meet you Louis."

speechless.
Chapter 7
After that, Albus concluded that we could see Louis twice a week,
one more time than we had agreed on previously. I think that he was
really impressed by his cousin, as I know I was. Albus suggested
that we do the second get together in the Ravenclaw Common
Room. I suggested that we vary the location, sometimes having it in
the Gryffindor Common Room so that we could also get together
with Hugo and Lilly. Albus and Louis liked my idea, so we invited
Hugo and Lilly to join us, meeting sometimes in Ravenclaw,
sometimes in Gryffindor, and sometimes in Slytherin. Hugo and Lilly
often joined us, but after the first gathering in the Common Room of
Slytherin, they never joined us there again. I suspect the rivalry
between Gryffindor and Slytherin was just too great, plus some of
the Slytherin students, such as Marcus Bletchley, did not make them
feel very welcome.
I was glad we got our friendly gatherings established when we did,

because Louis shortly afterward came down with a cold that
developed into pneumonia. To say he almost died might be a slight
exaggeration, but he was confined to a bed in the infirmary for
weeks. Even the skilled Madam Pomfrey was at her wits end trying
to keep him from getting worse. She and I came to the realization
that he really was a very frail boy.
Surprisingly, he seemed to take it all in stride and stayed in a good

spirit whenever I saw him. Though I later learned that he was just
happy to have us visit him. He even had his homework sent up to
him and kept up in all but one of his classes. It helped that four of his
professors, Dennis Creevey, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Neville
Longbottom, and Cuthbert Binns came to his sickbed and gave him
private lessons. Their taking the time out of their busy schedules was
a testament to how much they appreciated his presence and
participation in their class. Professors Creevey, Finch-Fletchley, and
Longbottom were known to be very interested in their students, but
to do this without pay for several weeks? (OK, Professor Longbottom
was almost family to the Weasleys, so him I can understand. Yet,
what about the others?) It was even more astounding that Professor
Binns did this, as that ghost did not appear to know any of his
student's names or to care about anyone or anything except for
teaching the History of Magic. Albus and I tutored him in Defense
Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Potions, which kept him
up in all his classes except for Astronomy. He was unable to go
outside at night and use the telescope, besides being unable to
stand, so he fell drastically behind in Astronomy. He almost fell
behind in Potions, as Madam Pomfrey would not allow a cauldron to
brew his potions in the infirmary, but when it became obvious that he
would be in bed for a long while, she relented after Albus pleaded
with her for 101 times. If Albus surprised you, let me tell you that his
actions surprised me too. I mean, I know that he is not a bad person,
he is my best friend after all, but sometimes he does not seem to be
the nicest person to his little cousin. He is not that way to his other
cousins or anyone else, only to Louis. Well, maybe he has a similar
relation to his older brother. I am not sure I understand what is going
on with him, but it is almost like he has a love-hate relation with his
cousin and his brother.
As the winter approached, the weather cooled, Louis recovered and

went back to his classes, and everyone at Hogwarts was getting
ready for the Winter Ball. I am not sure of the specifics, but many
older female students petitioned the headmistress to have a formal
ball. They wanted a formal occasion for a boy, or their boyfriend if
they had one, to dress up extra fancy, treat them especially nice, get
them a small gift, and then show off with them on the dance floor.
Plus, the girls would have an excuse for their families to buy them a
formal dancing costume, dress, shoes, matching socks and gloves,
possibly a hat or veil, and a robe, coat, or vest. The boys had to ask
a girl to be their date, face the humiliation of possibly being rejected,
buy their date a small gift, and ask their families to buy them formal
dancing clothes. The girls had little if any expense and simply let
their families or their dance partner do all the work and pay for the
expense. Needless to say, no boy signed the petition. Yet,
headmistress Minerva McGonagall liked the concept and agreed to
have a Winter Ball. It was not a Christmas Ball, as it was held before
the Christmas break.
In the past, the younger students were not allowed to attend, unless
they were invited by a fourth year or older student. Yet when the
headmistress learned that many of her younger students wished
they could watch the older dancing couples, she allowed all years to
attend till 10 PM. After ten, all the younger students had to leave for
bed. James Potter, Fred Weasley II, Molly Weasley II, and Dominque
Weasley planned to dance, though only Dominque had a steady
boyfriend. Albus, Lilly, Hugo, most of the remaining Weasleys at
Hogwarts, and I planned to watch. I even wrote my father for some
funds so that I could obtain some special clothes to watch the dance.
What can I say? I am a Malfoy aren't I?
One night at dinner as the boys were making feverish attempts to

find a date to the dance, Albus and I observed Louis get up from his
table and gingerly approach the headmistress. The two had a short
conversation that initially surprised the headmistress, turned into
confusion, and ended in her showing a frown. Louis seemed
unaffected and simply returned to his table. Unable to contain my
curiosity, I left dinner early and went to ask him what he had spoken
to Professor McGonagall about.
"I asked her what she would think if one of her students were to ask
her for one dance during the Winter Ball. Would she consider it, or
would she say no outright? When she asked if I was thinking of
asking her for a dance, I told her that I was thinking about it." He said
it like it was common news, like a first-year crashing into a wall while
flying, or that there was another explosion in the potion's classroom.
These things happened all the time at Hogwarts, but not asking the
headmistress to a dance.
"What? Are you mental?" I practically shouted at him. This caused

nearly all the Ravenclaws and many others to turn towards our
conversation. Several of them stood and came to defend their
housemate. They obviously concluded that I could easily overpower
Louis in both magic and in physical strength. I tried to calm them
down, as I was not a threat to Louis, but they did not trust me,
probably because I was a Slytherin, even though I had been hanging
around him since the start of the year. They only left when Louis
spoke in my defense.
"You do not approve?" He looked at me with innocence as he blinked

his deep blue eyes. "Why? Do you think she is too old for me?" His
silly grin told me that he really enjoyed his last remark.
"It is not a question of my approval. And yes, she is a bit old for you.
I think she is a bit old for your grandfather Weasley!"
"You leave my grandfather out of this!"
"Do you realize what people will think? Everyone will be talking
about you!"
"I know. I am counting on it. I want it!" There was an unmistakable

gleam in his eyes.
I was dumbfounded. His intensity told me that it was useless to try

and reason with him. He was going to ask her. I could only hope that
she would say no. And where had this Louis Weasley come from?
Albus and I were afraid to ask anyone to the Winter Ball. He was
going to ask the headmistress? The Louis I had met on the Hogwarts
Express was shy and reserved even around his cousins, he would
never dare to ask anyone to the ball, let alone the oldest and most
powerful witch at Hogwarts. And she was the headmistress!
There was nothing that I could do, so, I decided not to think about it.
There was always hope that either Louis or headmistress
McGonagall would get struck by lightning. Yah, not very likely, but
she hopefully would say no. It was a mistake to push it out of my
mind and not talk about it, because that way Albus never heard
about it. He never forgave me for not telling him, not that there was
anything he could have done. Not surprisingly, Louis asked her in
our presence. I suspect that around us, the little twerp was a little
more daring, but who knows. We had been pranking other students
one night when the headmistress walked by. She did not seem
angry, but she did ask us what we were doing. Albus said that we
were doing nothing, which was hardly the truth. When she glared at
us, I added that we had been doing nothing wrong. Which technically
was true, but I suppose it depends on your definition of wrong. I
explained that we were only doing silly pranks on our fellow
students, like making pies appear magically that hit people in the
face and shooting water from our wands to make it look like boys
had wet their pants. Of course, I did not mention our most horrible
pranks, no, they would have gotten us into trouble. She seemed to
like my answer, told us to carry on, and then turned to leave.
Chapter 8


Hogwarts?"
your concern."
any time soon.
much to you?"

Louis down.


much?"


know."

to meet you Louis."

speechless.
Chapter 9
(Sorry about the delay in writing, but I had to move.)
The suit arrived that evening. After dinner, I showed it to Louis, and
he was impressed by its look and silky feel. I was afraid that he
would not like the fact that the pants were short pants, as it was a
suit for a younger boy, but he liked it. I think he thought it would help
him stand out among the others because he would probably be the
only boy wearing short dress pants. We went to an empty classroom,
and he tried it on. It was a little loose around the waist, probably
because it had been expanded to allow me to wear it for a little bit
longer. I suggested that we go to a tailor and have them alter it back
to his size. When he said he could not afford it, I suggested that
since it was my clothes that I should pay for it. We just would not tell
anyone that we had altered it. He grimaced but supposed that I could
do what I wanted with it since it was my piece of property.
We got permission from the headmistress to go to a tailor in

Hogsmeade during our lunch break, if we took a sack lunch. We
thought that last stipulation was something we could live with, and in
fact, we were pleased that we did not have to miss lunch. We started
eating it before we left the castle on our route to Hogsmeade. I had
to go anyway because I was getting some new clothes for the ball.
Boy, did I have a tough time convincing McGonagall that I was
picking up some dancing clothes for the ball, even though I had no
date and was not planning on dancing. She never said that I might
be lying just so I could go with Louis, but she sure implied it. Maybe
she was just teasing me, since she certainly knew that I was a
Malfoy and we Malfoys did things like that.
Shortly after arriving at the tailors, we almost got thrown out for life.
We were greeted by an elderly lady who was older than my gramma.
She was very polite and complimented us on how handsome we
both looked. She thought we were brothers because we looked so
much alike, and she found it hard to believe that we were unrelated
and were only friends. I explained to her that I needed to pick up my
order and that we needed to have the waist pulled in on Louis's
dress pants. We then showed her the suit that Louis was carrying.
She told him to put it on, asked for my name, and told me to follow
her. She picked up my order from behind the counter, looked up, and
shouted in a shrill voice that almost made me deaf, "What the heck
do you think you are doing young man?!" I turned around as did
everyone else in the store and looked at Louis. I turned beet red as
the other store customers gasped in dismay or snickered. Louis was
standing in the middle of the store in nothing but his underpants and
socks with his other clothes piled disorderly at his feet.
He looked helpless and pathetic, but that was my opinion. "Err, you
told me to put the suit on." He sounded confused and afraid. That
brought out snickering from all the customers but me, and from a few
of the staff.
"You! Cover yourself and march right into the changing room this
minute!" She was still shouting unkindly and looked about ready to
blow her top. Fortunately, I was able to move away to save my ears.
"And if I ever see any more monkey business from you and your
friend, you will never be allowed in here again. Do you understand
me mister?"
"Err, I think so," he nervously said. He looked widely about the place
trying to spot the changing room while attempting to blindly pick up
his clothes at the same time. He clearly did not know where the
changing room was and may not have known what one was. The
fact that many people were watching him only made him more
nervous. If I had not been so embarrassed, I would have found it
comical.
I quickly grabbed his shirt, wrapped it around his skinny waist, and
told him to follow me. I then shoved him not too gently behind a
curtain, shut it, and prepared to apologize to the lady. What could I
say? "Sorry madam, sometimes my young friend is a complete idiot."
She nodded and walked away. Louis whispered through the curtain,
"You know, I heard that."
"You were supposed to!" When he said that he could explain, I told
him that I did not want to hear it. He told me anyway, telling me how
at family reunions and at other times both his maman and his
grandmaman made him take off his clothes in front of others to
check for bug bites, scrapes, and scratches, putting salve on them if
they found any. They would also make him change in front of others
if he was wearing good clothes and wanted to go outside and play,
or vice versa. Because of all of this, he was used to changing in
public. I had to admit, that his story was unusual, and considering
how sickly he was growing up, I could understand his explanation.
Yet, I was having none of it. I poked my head through the curtain and
said, "You idiot, that was family! How could you think that was
acceptable behavior in public? I cannot believe you would do
anything like that in your Ravenclaw Common Room. They would
never tolerate it."
"Hmm, yes they do. Some of the girls around my age giggled at first,
and some of the older ones complimented me on my handsome
body." He smirked at that. "Yet, the boys did not seem to bat an eye,
and nobody told me not to."
The tolerance of the Ravenclaws astounded me. They must have

quickly noted that Louis was extremely bright for his age, and valued
that so much, that they decided to tolerate his quirky behaviors.
"Were you the only one changing in public?"
"The boys change their shirts and robes all the time in the Common
Room. They sometimes change their pants too when no girls are
around." I glared at him for how stupid he could be. He got quiet and
thought about what he had just said. "I suppose I should apologize."
He did, and maybe because of his sincerity, or maybe because of his
innocent looks, or maybe because he sounded so absolutely stupid,
the elderly lady accepted his apology and went on with her business
as usual. Or maybe I should say mostly as usual. She seemed to
have Louis take off and put on his pants a fair number of times while
she made slight adjustments. She also insisted that I try on my new
attire in case she needed to make any adjustments. These were not
totally unusual actions, but she also stayed in the changing room
while we changed. Maybe she just did not trust us to be
unsupervised, but if she had been much, much younger, I would
have felt uncomfortable about it. Despite our delay, we were able to
get back to the castle before classes resumed.
During the day of the Winter Ball, Albus, Hugo, Lilly, and I were
standing at the side of the Great Hall, which had been cleared and
decorated for dancing, watching the couples come in. Everyone
looked splendid, including myself, as I was looking very sharp and
handsome in my new dancing suit. True, I was not planning to
dance, I did not have a date, but I needed to look good while I was
watching the mostly older students who were about to dance. It all
made me wish I had the nerve to ask someone to dance.
Lilly pulled my arm and pointed out someone small and blond
entering the Great Hall to join the dance. He did not walk down the
steps with his dance partner, as technically he did not have a date,
he only had a partner that promised him one dance. Louis looked
regal in a deep blue suit that perfectly matched his eyes. He was the
only boy wearing short pants, but that hardly made him stand out,
because when he walked onto the dance floor, all the other dancers
towered over him. He was the only first year and was by far the
youngest dancer on the floor. When the first dance had just begun,
he went straight over to Headmistress McGonagall and asked if she
would give him his dance. She was wearing a dark blue-green
bodice and skirt with a dark green petticoat. The skirt split down the
front to reveal the petticoat. Her brand-new dress made her look
years younger and matched Louis's suit wonderfully. She
straightened her back and looked at him without saying a word,
forcing him to ask her again. I could not hear her reply, but from her
lips, she may have said, "So soon?" She had the slightest upward
bend to her lips as she looked at him.
He grabbed her hand, tilted his head to look up at her with his big
eyes, and appeared to say, "Pretty please?" She smiled and talked
further but allowed herself to be pulled onto the dance floor. It was
like she was playing hard to get and forcing Louis to use his charm
on her. I snickered, as did Lilly and Hugo beside me, but Albus said
that he was going to get sick. Apparently, all my group were watching
Louis struggle with his dance partner. It was all a game that the
headmistress was playing as she danced not one but three dances
with him, all of them the Foxtrot. When she went back to standing
with the other teacher-chaperons, Louis came over to our group with
a satisfied smile on his face. After pleasantly joining in our small talk
for a bit, he asked Lilly if she would dance with him. When she said
that she could not dance, he tried to tell her just to follow his moves.
She said no, but he persisted. After several futile attempts to talk her
into it, he started pulling her gently onto the dance floor.
She resisted and did not move more than a few inches while Albus
pushed him forcefully and yelled, "You let go of my sister!"
Everyone nearby turned to look, which made Louis blush. He held up

his hands and offered an apology. Lilly told Albus to quiet down and
to mind his own business. I put my arm around Albus and told him
that maybe we should get some cold refreshments, as he needed to
cool down. Louis would not have done anything to hurt his cousin,
and he never would have pulled her onto the floor against her
wishes. He just had an odd way of trying to persuade her to dance
with him. Albus was not about to leave or calm down, but fortunately
Dominique showed up at that moment and asked if everything was
OK. She came next to her brother offering her support without saying
a word. She was wearing a deep blue dress with a frilly lace that was
cut to enhance her Veela good looks, not that she needed it. I was
struck how her dress brought out the color of her and her brother's
eyes and how well it matched Louis's suit.
Lilly answered, "Yes, other than that Albus was way too loud." She
glared at her brother.
I quickly explained the situation to her and stated that I thought Albus
just had misunderstood Louis's intentions. She seemed to know
exactly how to solve the problem, by separating the two of them. She
did that by asking her brother to dance with her.
"You want me to dance with you?" He sounded incredulous.
"Why not? You asked me weeks ago, and you danced three with the
headmistress, and I am not as old and much better looking than
she." As you can tell, Dominique was not shy about her looks and
was very, very truthful.
"But you said no because you were my sister and that you have a
boyfriend."
"I girl can change her mind. And I think that my boy will be OK with
my dancing one dance with my little brother. You are cute, but he
knows I would never leave him for you." Her grin turned thoughtful
as she changed the subject. "What did you do to Jake? He has
totally changed what he says about you. Now it is all praise and
telling me how lucky I am to have you as a brother."
"You do not say." He appeared to be trying to brush it off without

saying anything.
She looked at him sharply. "Yes, I do. If you knew how, I'd say you
put an advanced charm spell on him." Louis just chuckled. As a first
year, he knew no advanced spells. "So, do I get the dance? We can
do the Tango if you like."
"Oh, can we! You know I like that one! But I get to lead!" She then
took him onto the dance floor and they danced the Tango. They were
very good at it, and they were a much, much better-looking couple
than Louis and Professor McGonagall.
Chapter 10
I asked Lilly how come Louis knew all these dances that only old
people knew. Dominique was not exactly old, but she was older than
we were. She just shook her shoulders. Albus answered that he
learned them from his grandmother Weasley. He had apparently
calmed down and was prepared to be reasonable. I then asked why
Lilly and he did not learn the dances. He said that she only taught
them to Louis, though Louis taught Dom. It was because he had
spent so much time with his grandmother when she was taking care
of him when he was sick. I nodded in understanding.
One hour after the dance began, people voted for the awards to be
given, such as best costume. Louis and Professor McGonagall won
awards for: the couple with the oldest dance partner, the couple with
the youngest dance partner, the couple dancing the cutest and/or the
cutest dancing couple, and the couple least likely to establish or
continue a romantic relationship. Both Louis and headmistress
McGonagall laughed and bowed for their awards, especially the last
one. Louis and Dominique won awards for the couple with the best
legs, and the couple dancing the sexist dance. Louis got all red in
the face for each of these awards, though he bowed when they were
presented. Dominique, on the other hand, positively glowed in the
limelight with each award. Probably, many female dancers voted for
Louis's legs as he was the only boy wearing short pants. They
probably also voted for his sexy dance, the Tango, as he was
someone safe to vote for. Many of the girl's boyfriends would have
been jealous if they had voted for any other boy, unless it was for
their boyfriend. Conversely, many of the male dancers voted for
Dominique's legs and sexy dance because she was part Veela. And
yes, this probably did not make their girlfriends very happy. All told,
Louis gained six awards, more than any other dancer except for his
sister. I noticed that he was not clapping when Dominique got her
awards but thought nothing of it at the time. She pretty much got
most of the male votes on most of the awards, including mine. Hey! I
had entered puberty so that I was swayed by her Veela charm as
much as most of the other boys!
Right before ten, Lilly asked Louis if he still wanted to show her how
to dance, saying that she would accept his offer now. This greatly
surprised all of us, Louis even more so than Albus. Louis hesitated
and looked to Albus, saying that Albus did not want him to dance
with her. This earned him a kick in the shins as Lilly was furious that
he was listening to her brother and not to her. "He is not my father
and I do not have to do what he says!"
"Ow! OK! OK! Take it easy! I do not want to get an infection." He

then checked under his socks to see if he was bleeding. She had not
kicked him that hard, but he must have been taught from an early
age to check for broken skin in case it became infected. Lilly
immediately forgot her anger, apologized and said that she had
forgotten. Her reaction and his caution reminded me that although he
looked like a normal boy, other than being rather good looking, he
was far from normal. He had had a hard life, got sick easily, and that
his Veela blood had nearly killed him just because he was a boy. As
he carefully checked his shins, he stealthily moved over to Albus and
whispered something to him. As Albus nodded, Louis stood up,
moved over to Lilly, took her hands, and escorted her onto the dance
floor. Yet, he did not seem to enjoy his dance with her.
I did not follow what Louis and Albus had communicated in whispers
and in body language, but I could pretty well guess. Instead of
asking, I made small talk. "You know, Albus. There must be
something wrong with us. Here we are two very good looking second
years standing alone at this dance without any dates. And out there
on the dance floor are two first years having the ball of their lives.
Something must be wrong with the universe."
"They are just my sister and my cousin."
"Yet, they are dancing, they have dates, and we do not."
"They are not dates, they are cousins."

"Louis danced with two other dates as well."
Albus rolled his eyes. "His sister and his headmistress can hardly be
called dates."
"Yet, he did get to dance with each of them. That only happened
because he had the balls to ask them and many others I hear." I
looked at him and raised my eyebrows. "We did not get to dance
with anyone, and how many people did we ask?"
He looked at me and said, "Something, my friend, is definitely wrong

with the universe."
"We should do something about it." I then put on my most

mischievous grin. "Feel like pranking someone?" His evil grin
answered my question and stilled my troubled heart. Albus was no
longer angry at Louis, he wanted to prank him. Although Louis might
not like the prank, I would be able to tone it down if needed, and he
would enjoy the attention. Besides, Lilly was going to get it too. She
had asked Louis for a dance, she never asked me. She deserved it.
When they came off the dance floor, they made the mistake of
coming to us. We complimented them on their dancing, telling them
that they looked so hot when they were dancing, that they looked like
they were on fire. When we asked if they felt like they were on fire,
they both said yes. Albus and I then magically floated our large mugs
of punch over them, pouring the punch on top of them, saying that
we had a duty to put out their fire. They were both annoyed by it, and
they threatened revenge when we would least expect it. We were
unconcerned. If they pranked us, it would be a good excuse to get
them again, not that we needed an excuse.
At ten o'clock, when all the younger students were dismissed from
the dance to go to bed, Louis asked me if I would come to his
Common Room and talk. I should have noted the trouble in his face,
but I did not. So, I invited the others, which seemed to displease
Louis, but Hugo was already going off to bed, and Lilly and Albus
declined saying that they were tired and wanted to go to bed. Louis
and I trudged in silence to the Ravenclaw tower. I did not notice that
something was wrong until his silence and awkwardness in his walk
told me. I kept waiting for him to say something, but he hardly even
looked at me. As we were going down the hallway to the entrance to
his dormitory, I could not contain myself further. "Whatever I did to
annoy you, I am sorry."
"What?" He looked at me with a furrowed forehead. The problem

was not me. Was it Albus? "Why does she always have to be better
than I?" She? Who was he talking about? "She has to be more
popular, know more people, the teachers have to like her better, she
has to tell me what to do, and win more prizes than I do. And it is not
just one day, it is every day!" The only person he could be talking
about was Dominique.
"Louis, you do not have to compete with her, she is your sister. Of
course, more people know her than you, she has been going here
for seven years! And why should you care that she is more popular?
Nearly all of the guys past puberty like her only because of her Veela
magical charm. People like you because of who you are."
"Not so. They also like her for her good looks."
"You have the same good looks, it is just that you are a boy."
"It is not the same, nearly all the boys like her, and she has many
friends. Few people like me."
I looked at him with pity. He was competing with his sister who had
Veela magic, he did not, so he could never win. "She is your sister,
you do not need to compete with her."
"So, you say. Yet, why did she have to get all the Veela charm? Why
did she have to get more awards than I?"
Initially, I was at a lost for what to say. Not knowing what to say or
do, I started to pat him on the back until I looked into his very moist
eyes. The issue was bothering him so much that he was about to cry.
I then embraced him in a warm hug. "There, there, my little Veela.
No one can tell you why she got the magic and you did not. It is as it
is. You lose when you compare your awards to those of your sister,
but you win when you compare your awards to everyone else at
Hogwarts. Beating everyone else is pretty good, do you not think?"
He hunched his shoulders in my hug for an answer. He was not
hugging me back, in fact, his back was as stiff as a board. I then
looked into his ocean blue eyes, eyes that could lose you for eternity,
and said with affection, "You will always be my number one Veela.
Do not forget it."
At that point, he hugged me back and seemed to get better. I

wondered why he was such a sensitive, insecure, and sensual little
boy. Veela's were sensual, everyone knew that. Yet, I had never
heard someone describing them as sensitive or insecure. Was this
just Louis, or were the Veela boys very different from the girls? I did
not know. When we got in the Common Room, he asked if I could
stay awhile. As it was already past curfew, I said that I really should
be getting to my dorm.
He looked at me with his blue eyes full of mist and said, "Please. I
think I need it tonight." I remembered my promise on the train ride
where I had told him, Hugo, and Lilly, that if they ever needed me, I
would be there for them. I told him I would stay for as long as he
liked. We sat down and talked, talking late into the night. Eventually,
we fell asleep on two couches that faced each other in the Common
Room.
As the Christmas break approached, everyone was in a pitch making

plans to go home, at least everyone I knew accept for Louis. He was
one of the few who was planning on staying at Hogwarts during
Christmas. When I asked him about it, he did not say much, put on a
brave face, but could not entirely hide his disappointment about it. I
asked Albus about it, but he just thought it was one of those weird
things that Louis and his family did. He said that all his Veela
relatives did weird things; it was just that Louis was the weirdest.
When I said that he did not seem very happy about not going home
for Christmas, Albus seemed surprised. He agreed with me that
something might be up and agreed to ask the other relatives about it.
Yet, no one knew a thing, and no one was concerned. This included
Albus who confessed that he was helping me only because it was
important to me. He said that Louis was too strange, too cute, too
smart, too sick, too favored by his grandmother, and too much a fairy
for him to be concerned about him. I found his statement to be very
revealing as to why Albus and Louis had a rocky friendship, but
decided not to say anything, as it would only have made him angry.
He did advise me to ask his sister if I was that concerned about him.
I realized I had been a complete idiot for not thinking of that myself.
Yet, when I went and asked her, she got very quiet and essentially
told me nothing. Early in the conversation, her boyfriend gave her an
odd look, but I could not figure out what it meant. She said that Louis
wrote to his maman and father, and after consulting with them,
decided to stay at Hogwarts instead of coming home for Christmas.
She was going home for Christmas, but only because she had to
work nearby during the break and had Christmas off.
I left Dominique with a bad feeling in my stomach, but I did not know
what else to do. I went back to my dormitory to start studying but
ended up packing for my own trip home instead. As I was brooding
about what else I could do to find out why Louis was not going home,
I got a message that Jake Wood was outside our Common Room
and was asking for me. That was strange, Jake hardly noticed my
existence and suddenly he was asking for me? When I went to the
portal, he asked if I would walk with him. We walked to a quiet place
in the dungeon where he told me the real reason Louis was not
going home for Christmas. His family decided that they could not
afford the round-trip train ticket to bring him home. He said that
Dominique would have been in the same boat, but a friend talked her
mother into hiring Dominique to watch her baby sisters during the
break, so that Dominique could go home for Christmas. It is sort of a
Christmas present for her, because they really do not need her to
watch the kids, but they are calling it a job so that her parents will not
refuse the charity.
He then looked at me closely, saying that he thought I would like to
know. He made the comment that if he was as filthy rich as a Malfoy
and if he had not gotten Louis a present, that he might consider
buying him a train ticket home. He then asked me if I had gotten
Louis a present yet. Talk about being blunt and straight to the point
that was Jake.
"No," I said with a smile. "Not yet."
He then put a gold Galleon in my hand, saying that it would help.

"Thanks. It will be more than enough. After all, I am a filthy rich
Malfoy." Do not ask me why, but I really enjoyed saying that. He
patted me on my back and was off. I watched him go and was very
glad that there was someone else besides me who was concerned
about Louis and wanted to do something about it. I immediately
wrote my father for the funds I needed to buy a round-trip train ticket
for the Hogwart's Express. I thought about trying to hide who it was
for and why I needed one less Galleon, but in the end, I decided to
tell him everything. He probably would figure it out anyway, and it
was not like I had anything to hide. Besides, I needed it in less than
two days' time, or else it would be too late.
Chapter 11
Now that I was satisfied and was sure that my father would send the
funds, I was finally able to sit down and concentrate on my studies. I
generally hated to study anywhere in my dorm, because it was cold
from being under the Great Lake, and candlelight is a lousy light to
read by. Nonetheless, I had made considerable progress by the time
I was interrupted again.
"Malfoy, there is some old dude knocking on the portal to the

Common Room asking for you." When I raised my eyebrows,
Marcus added, "Yes, he kind of looks like you."
Marcus never was very bright. It had to be my father, but he would

not appreciate being called old. "Thank you, Marcus." I ran to the
portal beaming with pleasure. "Hi father! I expected you to send the
money, not to deliver it in person." I then embraced him in a warm
hug.
"Hi Scorpius," he said with a smile as he embraced me back. "Could

you get your coat, I have to take you to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes
before they close, so we need to hurry."
That was a surprise. That was in Diagon Alley. Was he planning on

using the floo? "But father, I am not allowed to leave Hogwarts
without permission."
He told me that I should already know the answer to that. Yet, he

said he did not have time to let me figure it out, so he pulled out a
slip from his pocket. "I have already spoken to Headmistress
McGonagall and gotten a permission slip. She is expecting us to use
her floo. Now please grab your coat because time is short." I ran
back to my room to get my coat wondering what was going on.
When I returned, my father ushered me out of the Common Room
and headed us to the headmistress's office. My father explained as
we rushed down the hallway and up the stairs that I was going to
need help if I wanted to get Louis a train ticket. He said that his
parents would most certainly never allow such a charitable gift. He
said that he thought he might know someone who might be able to
get me the help I would need. We travelled from the headmistress's
fireplace to the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley and then made our
way to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
A tall and athletic red-headed man greeted us after we entered the

door. "Mr. Malfoy! What a pleasant surprise! You are always
welcome, but please make your purchases swiftly because we will
be closing soon." His smile faltered as he looked at me; in its place,
he took on a startled look, but just for a moment. His smile was
quickly replaced, though it looked forced as he returned to my dad.
"This must be your son. I must say the family resemblance is very
strong." He darted me another quick look that was piercing. I
wondered if I had soot from the floo powder all over my face or
something.
"Hello George. I know we have come at an inconvenient time, but we

need to talk to you. My son wants to give Louis Weasley a ticket
home for Christmas as a present, but I am pretty sure his parents will
not allow it. We have come to ask for your help."
George snorted in amusement. He did not address why he thought

that funny, instead he ushered us through his shop and into his
office. He explained that he could not have potential customers
staying in the store when he would have to ask people to leave. He
then went to his fireplace and spoke into it, calling for The Burrow.
"Hi mum! Is it OK if I stop by briefly tonight after I close the shop? I
need to talk to you and dad, and I may need to bring guests."
Out of the fireplace I heard, "You are always welcome dear. I will tell
Arthur to expect you."
"Thanks mum." After that, George looked at me again and then left
us in the office. It was not long before he returned, saying that he
had closed the shop and locked the door.
When I caught him looking at my face again, I asked if there was
something wrong with it. He got a mischievous grin, and said,
"Draco, your son has left himself wide open with that question." He
looked at me and his eyes twinkled as he did. "I will be nice and say
that there is only one thing wrong with your face, it belongs to a
young Malfoy." His grin got even bigger if that was possible.
"I am sorry sir, but you keep staring at me."
His mischievous grin lessened only a little as he became a little more

serious. "Sir? You are very polite. And, sorry, but your resemblance
to Louis is uncanny. That boy does not look much like his father. If
my brother were to see you, he might question if his wife had been a
little too friendly with your father, if you get my meaning." He then
winked at me and elbowed me.
Draco frowned. "George, he is a bit young for talk like that. And yes,
their resemblance is a bit uncanny. You will find that they have some
similar behaviors as well." He then got his blank, proud fatherly look,
which he always gets when he recalls something of my past. This
time, it passed quickly as he asked if George could help us.
"You know, it is really funny that you would come and ask about a
ticket home for Louis today. Louis wrote me early this morning if he
could work in the shop during the break, asking for a ticket home for
Christmas instead of pay. Now I would have instantly agreed to
something like that, but I thought I had better ask my brother and his
wife about it first. I must say that I was sorry that I had asked. They
will not accept even that little bit of charity from me, and I am Will's
brother." He looked almost annoyed.
"So, you cannot help us. Is that what you are saying?"
"I am afraid I cannot." His mischievous grin then returned. "But I

know someone who can."
"Molly Weasley," I said with a grin on my face. She was very close to
her youngest grandson, she would want to see him at Christmas,
and she was someone that Bill and Fleur would have to listen too.
Molly would not accept a no when it came to her grandson.
George said to my father, "He is bright, good looking, and rich. In a

few years, you are going to have trouble with girls and him. Mark my
words!" He then winked at the both of us. "Can you come with me
and plead your case to my mum? She has a sore spot for children,
not that I think she would deny Louis a family Christmas. Still, it
always helps to play with all your cards."
"As long as we are not long. I have to get my son back to Hogwarts
as he has school tomorrow." George just nodded his head in
understanding and grabbed the floo powder. His eyes twinkled, he
got a silly grin, and then he threw the floo powder at my face. Great,
now there was something wrong with my face. He then ushered
Draco to his fireplace, I stepped in next, and he followed.
"Mr. Malfoy! What an unexpected guest!" It came from an older man

with ruddy cheeks whose once red hair had mostly turned grey.
"Louis?" It was a question he directed at me. Yet, as George stepped
through, he turned and asked his son what was going on.
"No dear. This fine, good looking young man must be Draco's son."
This came from an older witch with so many wrinkles that they
tended to hide her numerous freckles. She had dyed her hair red but
it was starting to fade so that numerous gray strands were beginning
to show. "Is that right dear," she asked as she embraced me in a big
warm hug. That was how I would describe Mrs. Weasley, it was like
walking into a hug. I understood why Louis was so close to her. I
loved her instantly, of course, note that she thought I was a fine,
good looking young man.
"Hi mum! Hi pop!" George spoke before I could reply to Mrs.

Weasley. "Yes, this is Draco, who you know, and his son, Scorpious.
They want to talk to you about Louis and his Christmas present."
George looked at me with his big mischievous grin again. I got a
tingling sensation that he was up to something, and I would bear the
brunt of it again.
"Oh?" It came from both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Yet, Molly said that it
would have to wait for a minute, because she had something to do
first. She took out her wand, called a washrag over to herself, wet it
from her wand, and then proceeded to start cleaning my face. "You
have some floo powder on your face dear. A face as handsome as
yours needs to be seen." She had a tender hand and seemed to
enjoy cleaning my face. I could tell by the way her smiles matched
the stroking of her hand.
"Er, yes," was all I could at first reply. I recovered, glared at George,
and said, "I wonder how that happened?"
George had the nerve to wink at me. "Oh, you know. Boys and their
dirty faces. They can pick them up anywhere." He knew that I
wanted his help getting Louis a Christmas present, so that I could
not rat him out. I was sure that his mother would not like hearing
about what he did to my face. I was sure he would get in trouble. Yet,
for Louis, I held my tongue. Besides, I really did enjoy the attention
that Mrs. Weasley was giving me. I was beginning to feel almost as if
I were one of her grandkids. My father just stood there doing nothing
but snicker at everything.
When Mrs. Weasley finished, I almost regretted that she was done.
Yet, Mr. Weasley got us back on track, asking how this all related to
Louis and his Christmas present. George explained about his letter
from Louis, asking to work in the shop to earn a ticket home for
Christmas and how his folks nipped it. "Whatever for?" Mr. Weasley
asked, though Mrs. Weasley was only beaten to the punch by a
second.
"My brother said that he cannot accept anymore charity, even for
Louis, even for Christmas."
Mrs. Weasley asked in a cold tone, "Do you want us to speak to

him?"
"No, mum. That is where Scorpius comes in. This brilliant and kind
boy heard that Louis would be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas,
and on his own, discovered why, I need not remind you of why, and
on his own, decided to give Louis a ticket home for Christmas as his
Christmas present. Scorpius, of course knows little of my brother's
anathema for charity, wrote his father for the funds, who contacted
me for help, who in turn contacted you for help." George paused,
looked at both his parents, and asked if they understood.
They nodded their heads. Both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at me,
but Molly spoke to me. "Is this true dear?"
"Not exactly, mam. Albus helped a lot, and Jake Wood told me why
Louis was not going home and gave me the idea of giving him a
ticket home as a Christmas present. Heck, Jake even gave me a
gold gallon to help pay for it, mam."
"How can we help dear?"
She was speaking to me, and that extra word, dear, spoke volumes.
I loved her for it. Yet, George answered for me. "Can you say that
you bought a ticket home for Louis as his Christmas
present? You do not need to pay for it, as we will do that. It has to be
from you because my brother will not be able to say no to his
mummy and daddy." George made facial expressions when he said
his last line; he was poking fun of his brother.
Mr. Weasley answered yes that he could. Yet, he insisted on paying

for a Galleon of the ticket since the ticket would be said to be coming
from him and his wife. Between the two of them, they almost scraped
up enough Sickles and Knuts to make a Galleon, but George had to
add two Sickles. George then offered to split the rest of the cost of
the ticket with the Malfoys, but Draco would not let him. He said that
the Christmas gift was Scorpius's idea, so that Scorpius should be
allowed to pay for most it. They agreed to let George contribute a
Galleon while the Malfoys paid for the rest. Scorpius handed Mrs.
Weasley the money, telling her to buy a ticket and to send it in the
next owl post. She smiled, said that she would, and then gave me
another hug. I could see why Louis was so close to her.
All in all, it was a productive evening, and I made it back to Hogwarts
in time to go to bed. I did not speak to Louis until we were on the
Hogwarts Express, though I did see him get an owl post with the
morning breakfast. On the train, I was sitting with Albus enjoying the
ride home. After a while, I suggested that we go and see our friends.
It would be easy as our friends only counted Hugo, Lilly, and Louis,
and Albus expected Louis to be at Hogwarts. I knew he was on the
train, but I had to pretend that I did not. We found all three of them
sitting together chatting, or rather, Lilly and Hugo were chatting.
Louis was looking out the window with a silly grin on his face.
"Louis, what are you doing here?" It was Albus, he expected Louis to
be spending Christmas at Hogwarts.
"I got a Christmas present from my grandparents, a ticket home for

Christmas." He said it with that same silly grin on his face. It made
him look like an imp. I was so very pleased to see him happy.
Albus muttered something about his Christmas gift going to be much

less expensive, but he was quiet enough that only I could hear him.
He then wished everyone a merry Christmas, sat down, and started
to talk to Hugo.
I asked Louis if that was what he had gotten from the morning post,
explaining that I had seen an owl deliver something to him at
breakfast. He answered that yes, it was. Not that he needed to
explain, I already knew, but I wanted to keep up the pretense. I sat
down next to him, saying that he deserved it and that I wished him a
merry Christmas. He was going home, so I knew he would have one.
From my source, I hear he had a good time at Christmas. Yet, I did

not see him again until the ride back to Hogwarts. I was sitting alone
with Albus in a compartment in the train. Early in the ride, Louis
searched us out and joined us. He made a few pleasantries, said
little, and stared at me an awful lot. I could tell from that the way he
kept eyeing me that he wanted to say something, but he did not
because of the presence of Albus. He just kept quietly looking at me.
It was getting uncomfortable as Albus and I continued to talk. Finally,
Albus stood to look at a mother deer and her two fawns out of the
window furthest from me, talking about how beautiful they looked.
When he did, Louis quickly leaned over and whispered in my ear,
"Thank you, grand maman told me everything." He then quickly
moved back and smiled pleasantly at me. Albus missed it entirely.
Shortly after Albus sat down and began talking, Louis got up,
explained that he had to get back to his compartment, and left.
Chapter 12
After he left, Albus asked, "Was it just me, or was Louis acting sort of
creepy?" I just grinned and nodded my head. I was not going to tell
him that Louis had delivered me a private message. I did not see him
again for several days, other than across the Great Hall at meal
times. I did not think anything of it at the time, suspecting that we
were both just busy getting started with the new term, but later I
concluded that he had been avoiding me.
As it was, Albus and I had just played a prank on the Gryffindor's

outside of their Common room. Late one night, we had hung up a
picture outside of their entrance that was magically charmed to insult
them. Albus and I immediately left, Albus for our Common room, I to
the nearest bathroom that was not in Gryffindor territory. I had to
relieve myself and was not sure I could last till arriving in the
dungeons. As it happened, the nearest bathroom was near the
Ravenclaw Common room. Being so late, I expected it would be
empty, and at first, I thought it was. As I was relieving myself, I heard
muted crying coming out of one of the stalls. "Great," I thought, "just
what I needed. Some piss hole of a little Ravenclaw crying in the
bathroom." I just hoped I could finish and get out of there before
getting involved in anything. As I finished washing my hands, I heard
a particularly loud sigh followed by more muted crying. From the
pitch, I surmised that it was a first year. I am unsure why I did it, but I
asked, "Is there anything that I can do to help?" I hoped that the
answer would be no, so that I could get the heck out of there.
Instead, the unexpected happened. There was some rustling and the
stall door opened.
The boy crying behind the door was Louis. He probably only opened
the door because he recognized my voice. "I should have guessed it
would have been you."
At the time, I had no idea what he meant. My initial astonishment

turned to deep concern when I saw how bad he looked and that he
was bleeding from his nose. "Louis? What is wrong?"
He cried with tears, "I've had a hard on for three days and nothing I
do makes it better."
With confusion in my voice, "What?" He repeated what he had said,

which did not help because I had heard him, it is just that it did not
make any sense. How could he have such a hard on, and how could
it cause him to bleed from his nose, and why did he look so awful?
"No, that is not what I meant. Why are you bleeding from your nose,
and why are you crying?" I probably should have asked him why he
looked so terrible, but I was afraid it would not be helpful.
"Oh this," and he wiped his bloody nose with the back of his hand, "it
is nothing and just started recently." He looked at me with tears in his
eyes. "I am crying because I feel awful." He looked down at the floor
before continuing in a whisper. "My hard on hurts, and my balls have
been aching for three days. They feel like they are going to pop." He
started to cry again. "What am I going to do?"
This was incredible. If he really had a hard on for three days, I was
sure his balls would ache. I really did not know what to make of his
story. It was unbelievable, except that he had never lied to me and
he seemed sincere. I went over to him, put a tissue to his nose, and
applied pressure. His nose bleed stopped right away. "Have you
gone to the nurse?"
"You have the magic touch." He was referring to my ability to stop his
nose bleed. He then answered my question. "She was no help.
Though I was really embarrassed, I went to her after my first day.
She laughed and said that all I had to do was ejaculate, and I would
be fine. When I asked her how, she laughed again and said that I
would figure it out or have a wet dream, whatever that is." He looked
down and frowned. "That was awful, and she gave me no help."
"You do not know how to ejaculate?" After I said it, I knew he did not.
He was only a first year and this was his first time. I recalled how I
had accidentally discovered it myself not too long ago. I was proud
that I had entered puberty while only in my second year. It figured
Louis would beat me by entering it in his first year. Yet, why was he
having so much trouble with it?
"No. Do you?"
His answer confused me because I had moved beyond my question.

When I remembered what I had asked him, I positively beamed at
him. "You are in luck. Because, I am one of the few second years
who know." I then told him how to do it, and I was grinning all the
time. After all, it is not every day that I get to teach sex education.
And I was doing it to a Veela! It made me feel important.
He went back in his stall, shut the door, and started doing it. I could
hear some rustling and his breathing. Shortly after his breathing
became very heavy, I heard him say, "Oh no!" He then rushed out
towards me with his pants down and bleeding from his ears, eyes,
noise, and asshole. He was well developed for a first year, but he
looked like he was dying. He then begged me to hold him.
I applied pressure first to his ears and told him he needed to see the
nurse. When his ears stopped bleeding, I applied pressure to his
eyes. He asked me if he was dying. When I saw that his eyes were
no longer bleeding, I applied pressure to his nose, and noticed that
he was no longer bleeding from his ass. I answered, "Your bleeding
is almost under control. I think you will be alright." As soon as I said
that, he was no longer bleeding. "We should go to the nurse to
determine what is wrong."
"I know what is wrong. I am part Veela and there are not supposed
to be males among the Veela." He took a few breaths before
continuing. "No, I have to finish this, or I will probably die. Will you
hold me?"
I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him questioningly. What was

he asking me? "Do you mean hold you while you ejaculate?"
His cheeks turned red and he made a slight grin. "I know it sounds
bad. Yet, I will need you to keep from bleeding. You have the magic
touch to stop it. You can close your eyes if you wish."
I never told him yes, but he moved me into the toilet stall
nonetheless. It was like I was in a trance and Louis was guiding me.
He sat me down and then sat on top of me. He said that he wanted
plenty of contact with my hands, so he removed his shirt and
undershirt. Then he grabbed my arms and flung them around his
chest, saying that that should do it. He turned his head to look at me,
saying that I was too good to him. He then asked if he could begin.
When I said nothing, we just sat there for a while. I could not believe
the situation I had gotten myself into. Was I really going to do this?
So, I shut my eyes, and told him he could begin. I never saw any of
it, but I was holding him and could hear him. It was very awkward to
say the least.
When he finished, he cleaned himself with some toilet paper, stood

up, pulled up his pants, and walked out of the stall. I just sat there
not believing what had happened and wondering what to do. After a
while, he asked if I was coming out. Not having anything better to do,
I came out. By this time, Louis had put on his shirt and was combing
his hair in a mirror by a sink. I could not look at him but said, "I do
not want anyone to know what just happened. No one. Nada."
He looked at me and gave his impish grin. "That won't be a

problem." Had this Veela devil been controlling me? "And thank you.
I did not bleed at all while you were holding me. You really do have
the magic touch. I could not have gotten through that without you."
We both knew he was telling the truth. His bleeding had been so bad
that he probably would have died without me. Entering puberty must
be really rough on part Veela males. Without thinking, I said, "The
next time you do that, let me know so that I can stay nearby.
Hopefully, you will not need me, but you should be prepared just in
case." After I said it, I closed my eyes and wondered why I had said
it. I certainly did not want to hold him through that again.
He looked at me with a questioning look, but only said, "Thanks." I
could tell he had never thought about masturbating before. He would
learn. After that, we each departed for our dorm rooms, and we
never talked about what had happened this night for a long time.
I found it difficult to be around Louis after that, so I tended to avoid

him. When I could not avoid him, I tended not to speak to him or to
even look at him. To make matters worse, he was all weird and
everything. Whatever I wanted to do, he wanted to do it. Whenever
we were with others and there was a vote on what to do, he would
always vote for what I wanted to do. Fortunately, no one noticed it
except for Albus. He asked me about it, but I could not explain what
had happened that night in the bathroom. So, I never answered him.
He knew enough to let it go. He is a good mate.
Louis was not so easily handled. One day he came up to me while I

was studying for my classes with no one else around. He initially
tried to make small talk, but I told him that I was busy studying and
could not talk to him. I was hoping he would leave, but he was not so
easily put off. He got all serious and down faced, and he asked me
what he had done wrong. That got my attention. It might have been
the first time since that night where I had paid him my full attention.
"You have done nothing wrong." I knew it was a lame explanation,

but it was true, and I had no other answer.
"Then why have you been avoiding me? The few times when we
have been together, you barely talk to me, and you hardly look at
me?" He paused and looked at me. His eyes became all red as if he
was about to cry. He said in a voice that was about to break, "I
thought we were friends."
I felt terrible. He really did not understand. How could I explain?

"Louis, we are friends. I am just having a difficult time. It is very
awkward being with you after that night. What we did, what you did.
It was not normal. And because of that, I am afraid of you."
That only confused him. "Afraid of me? Scorpious, I will never hurt
you."
He was sincere, but I already knew what he said was true, he would
never deliberately hurt me. Yet, there were other problems. "I know. I
am not afraid that you will hurt me. I am afraid of you?"
"What?"
I knew he would not understand it. Heck, I hardly understood it. I

mumbled some things before saying, "I suppose it is more my
feelings for you?"
"You are afraid of your feelings for me?" I nodded my head in

answer. "I do not understand."
"No, I imagine you do not. To tell you the truth, I do not understand it
myself. When I know more, I promise I will try to explain it to you." I
then smiled at him for the first time in a long time. He saw it and
perked up immediately. "In the meantime, I will try to be a better
friend. Meaning, I will try to hang around with you more, talk to you
more, and pay more attention to you."
"Do you promise? I would like that." That made him so happy that he
agreed to leave me so that I could study. Which I needed, because I
had a lot to think about, though not much of it was about school. I did
not see him again for several days other than across the dining hall
at meals. Even at that distance, I could tell he was happy and
beaming. I am not sure why, but somehow I mattered to him. Did he
not have other friends?
Chapter 13
The next time I saw him, I had gone outside to study. It had been
unusually warm and sunny that day in March, so I had decided to do
my studying outside on the grass. I picked a hill overlooking a field
that had some first year Hufflepuff boys playing with a soccer ball. I
had not studied long before three Ravenclaw first years joined those
with the soccer ball below me. Louis was one of the three, and he
waved at me but had apparently come out to play soccer with the
Hufflepuffs. That confused me greatly because I had never seen him
play any sports before. I thought that because of his frail condition
and thin skin he avoided games like soccer. The chance of an injury
was just too great for him, so he had simply done without sports. Yet
here he was, dressed smartly in blue and bronze soccer shorts and
T-shirt with matching blue socks and bronze soccer shoes. It so
confused me that I kept my eye on him to see what he was up to.
Oh, let's be honest, I was worried about him.
The boys divided into two teams and then began to play a game.
Louis was on the team furthest from me, but he would be running my
way. The ball was passed around quite a bit, mostly by the other
team heading towards Louis' goal. As the tallest opposing player was
nearing the goal, Louis sprinted in on him, stole the ball, and then
headed down the field for the other goal. His footwork was amazing
as he crossed the field exerting absolute control of the ball. This
amazed me. Where had he learned such footwork? Considering that
I had never seen him play soccer before, how could he have
possibly learned it? As I watched, he kept his opponents away from
the ball, never passed it to anyone on his team, and he moved ever
closer to the goal. As three opponents rushed at him at the same
time hoping to steal the ball by their sheer numbers, he kicked it and
scored the first point. As his team members jumped for joy, four of
his opponents circled him, and started taunting him. They were all
Hufflepuffs and were calling him names. They said that he was a
cheating, dirty, good for nothing animal. They soon started shoving
him around in their circle, calling him a Veela boy, and eventually
threw him to the ground.
As his team mates, including the Ravenclaws from his own house,
stood around doing nothing, I ran over to intervene. I suppose that I
started running before that, but I will never admit it. "What seems to
be the problem here?" I asked loudly while standing in the middle of
the circle of those around Louis. He was on the ground looking up at
his tormentors with confusion in his face. I suspect that he did not
understand what had just happened to him.
One of the boys opposing Louis asked who I was, while another
answered my question, "Nothing is the matter! This does not concern
you, so leave!"
Well, at least I got their attention away from Louis. I took out my
wand and stated, "I am Scorpius Malfoy. And since you have just
thrown my friend down onto the ground, I think it is a concern of
mine." They were a bit unruly, which is why I took out my wand. I
thought I could handle two first years, but four was beyond my ability.
With magic though, they could not defeat me, especially since they
had left their wands in the dormitory. Nonetheless, I was going to try
and solve this with diplomacy. That was what my father had taught
me and I would do my best to follow it.
"Are you threatening us? If so, I am telling the headmistress."
"No," I answered. "I am not planning to harm any of you unless you
attack me. And you can tell the headmistress anything you like. Such
as how you ganged up on Louis after he scored a goal, tossed him
around, and then threw him to the ground." Some of them began to
back up after I had said that. They might have begun to realize that
they were in the wrong.
Yet, the tall boy who had thrown him down shouted, "He is a stinking
animal. Why are you defending him?" He obviously did not think that
he was in the wrong. I realized that he might be difficult to convince
to back down.
I had already answered his question, but this boy was slow.
"Because he is my friend." I then tried to turn the subject more to
what I wanted to know, though I feared the answer. "I have been
around Louis quite a bit, so I can testify that he does not smell. So,
why are you calling him a stinking animal?"
"Because he cheated. He stole the ball from me and then scored. I

want to make sure that that stinking Veela boy learns that he can
never do that again. If he does, then we will treat him like the animal
that he is."
"Sorry, but I saw what he did. Why do you say he cheated?" Actually,
I did not follow much of what he said, but I thought I had better start
at the beginning and take it slow.
"What is wrong with you? He stole the ball from me and scored. That
is why he cheated."
"In soccer, stealing the ball and scoring a goal is part of the game.
Why do you say it is cheating?"
"Because he is an animal, you moron!"
"So, if a human were to do it, it would be part of the game. Yet, if a

Veela does it, it is cheating." I made the jump that the tall boy was
calling Louis an animal because he was part Veela, and the boy
made no objection to it. He at first answered yes, changed it to no,
and then became unsure what to answer. He could see that no
answer would be a defensible answer. At this point, his team mates
were ready to call it quits, they knew now that they had been in the
wrong, yet; not the tall boy.
"You are calling Louis an animal because he is part Veela?"
"Exactly. His mother mated with an animal and gave birth to Louis ."
He pronounced Louis like he was a disease. "There should not be
any Veela boys, so we need to get rid of Louis ."
"Louis is only 1/8th Veela. His mother did not mate with a Veela, his
great-grandfather did. And the Veela are not animals. They are either
humans or a sibling species because they can interbreed with
humans." Well, at least with witches and wizards, but I did not want
to be too technical.
I was ignoring the fact that Louis was the only known part Veela boy;
unfortunately, the tall boy returned to that. He said the Louis should
not exist. I tried to say that he does exist, and that there will probably
be more Veela boys. Yet, for the moment, I had to admit that Louis
was unique. He was the only Veela boy in existence, and he was
special to me because of it. Realizing that, I finally understood why
Louis had captured my father's interest. I had wondered about that
ever since he had first mentioned Louis to me. Now, I finally
understood. I found that odd. By defending Louis, I came to
understand my father better.
As the others started to leave for their dormitories, the tall boy gave
up arguing with me and left with his team mates. He probably figured
he could not win against me. I bent down to Louis who was still on
the ground and started checking him for broken skin. I knew how thin
his skin was and how easily he could get an infection. Louis tried to
stop me, though he thanked me for defending him. I asked him if he
had felt scared by being tossed around, called names, and thrown to
the ground.
He stood up, gave me his impish grin, and said, "No, because I knew
you were nearby."
His answer astonished me. This demon assumed a lot from me.
"You cannot expect me to immediately jump in and defend you every
time you need it."
He smiled broadened as he said, "And yet you did, and you always
have. This time, you jumped in and started defending me before I
even understood what was happening." I could not retort to that
because it was true. I had started running towards him on instinct
immediately. "I knew I could count on you. My only surprise was in
how quickly you got to me. Thanks, I owe you."
I looked at him dumbfounded. "You are welcome, and you do not

owe me anything. And despite your compliment, I am still going to
take you to the school nurse to get you a thorough check over." He
looked at me with his ocean blue eyes, said nothing, initially looking
disappointed, but then grinned. He did not want to go and see the
nurse, but he was just too prone to get an infection. He knew that I
was just looking out for him, so he trusted me without complaint and
started walking with me to see the nurse. From that moment on, I
knew that we would never be alone again. We would be good friends
for life. The end.

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I think some nonverbal communication occurred between them,

Just to be friendly, I began a polite conversation to the boy next to

I thought to myself, some year? He had abandoned all hope for

After worrying that the cute miniature me might not be loved, I

That changed right before my second year at Hogwarts. My father

After recovering from my surprise, I commented, "So, Louis will be

"Yet, it was a concern of yours. You were pushing for him to go to

He looked at me intensely, but it was not hard or cold. In fact, his

Well, my father had certainly piqued my interest. I was now dying to

When I was on the train sitting with Albus in a compartment to

"Wow!" I said in surprise. "Albus, do you really dislike him that

"Dislike? No, it is just that there is nothing much to like. He is

We asked around, and with all the Weasleys and a smidgen of

I extended my hand and said with my warmest smile, "I am pleased

"Though most of my English relatives call me Louis, the correct

"And who is that?"

"You are welcome Hugo," I warmly said. "I am a Slytherin, and we

"What part was a lie?"

"Wait, what?" He looked confused. "If you do not like to feed me

"It is a Slytherin trick of mine to keep you from talking." I had to

Actually, we had already had this conversation. I was feeding them

"Really?" Albus seemed skeptical. "They usually only jump once at

Hugo showed me his chocolate frog card and watched me intently. It

"They do among friends for special occasions, and this is a special

"Come on Hugo," Louis urged his cousin as he hugged me tighter. "It

I looked at Albus; he looked at me knowingly. "This one has some

"Just a tad. He is mostly Gryffindor, but it appears that he has deep

"What? I do NOT always lose! Do I Scorp?"

"Our bantering is not a question of winning and losing. It is a highly

Albus scrunched his face in confusion. "Wait. What?"

"Oh, definitely," Albus said. I nodded my head in agreement. Hugo

"Probably Gryffindor. Don't you think Scorp?" Albus turned to look at

"Is it true Albus? Could I be sent to your house?" She looked up to

"Gryffindor with James and most of my cousins." That was not

"Yes, one of those two, but which I am not sure."

"Louis," I asked. "Which house would you like to go to?"

He said that he was not sure. His sister, Dominique, was in

Albus grinned knowingly and shook my hand. He knew what my

We would soon be arriving so that we had to return to our carriage to

Hugo asked, "Why should we come to you?"

"You can go to whoever you wish. Yet, I am offering, and I am very

"Scorp, you have to remember that his mother is muggle-born."

(Note: In a future story about these characters, I hope to return to the

I backed up a step and tried not to sound confrontational. "You may

I then looked at Louis, made the slightest upturn on the ends of my

Probably because I had just entered puberty, the conversation

I came back to reality when I heard my name. "Scorp? Scorp? Is

"I'm fine. I was just remembering my dream last night." My cheeks

Because he seemed so lonely, I was torn about restricting Louis, but

That changed right before my second year at Hogwarts. My father

After recovering from my surprise, I commented, "So, Louis will be

"Yet, it was a concern of yours. You were pushing for him to go to

He looked at me intensely, but it was not hard or cold. In fact, his

Well, my father had certainly piqued my interest. I was now dying to

When I was on the train sitting with Albus in a compartment to

"Wow!" I said in surprise. "Albus, do you really dislike him that

"Dislike? No, it is just that there is nothing much to like. He is

We asked around, and with all the Weasleys and a smidgen of