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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
11,650
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Freedom
Title: Freedom
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Fluff!fic
Warnings: None
Summary: #92 – Freedom. The truth set him free.
Word Count: 1,179 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. The last of three drabbles, beginning with #28, and continuing with #81.
Prompt 92 – Freedom
Professor Flitwick had stared at him for a long time he had asked if there was a simpler Charm to determine a person’s parentage or if two people were related. In N.E.W.T. level Charms, all sorts of odd questions were posed, but Scorpius Malfoy knew that little, old Flitwick did not seem as surprised as Scorpius thought he would.
“There are potions, but Professor Slughorn is hesitant to point me to the right texts that would tell me the ingredients. The only thing he did say was that if there was such a potion, it would take months to brew.
I don’t have months, Professor. I graduate in a month,” Scorpius explained softly. And after graduation, Scorpius did not think he would find Rose again.
Filius Flitwick was a discreet man, liked by all his students in all Houses. He was also an observant man, and for the past seven years, he had watched Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley gaze at each other when the other was not looking during the shared Gryffindor/Slytherin Charms class.
As Filius Flitwick spoke, demonstrating the proper wand movement, and enunciating the incantation, he was not surprised that Scorpius Malfoy, Head Boy, could cast the spell after only one demonstration. When Scorpius Malfoy left Filius Flitwick’s office, however, the cool, trademark mask of Malfoy power was still in place.
Scorpius Malfoy found Rose Weasley, Head Girl, a few hours later, sitting in their shared common room at the middle of Gryffindor tower. The common room has halfway between the House dormitories, and was the only place beside their respective bedchambers, where they could speak openly to each other.
For nearly seven years, Scorpius had followed Rose, shadowing her every step and movement without notice. For nearly seven years, Scorpius and Rose believed that they were half-brother and sister. And after nearly seven years, Scorpius was going to put the matter to rest, once and for all.
Scorpius knew that Rose tried to convince herself that they were related, but as they grew up, from children to late teenagers, convincing herself was not so easy. Rose had never looked much like a Weasley, but she did not resemble a Malfoy either. The two knew that their parents had been romantically involved. Scorpius assumed not long after the day his father Draco told him to stay away from Rose that there was something off about the girl. It seemed that Rose’s mother Hermione had said similar words to her that day on the Platform. In their young minds, after hearing the rumours about their parents, they began to believe that they were, in fact, half-siblings.
The allure of Rose had led Scorpius to want to be near her, half-sister or not. As for Rose, Scorpius seemed to be the only person she could trust. A friendship began early in secret.
However, as Scorpius moved silently toward Rose, his feet and robes making no sound as he crossed the common room, his heart ached. If the Charm did determine that they were not related, seven years of stress and fear would diminish in moments. But, if the Charm did determine that they were half-siblings, Scorpius knew that he would have to forcefully squash his untoward feelings toward his half-sister.
“Rose?”
She had been finishing the arrangements with the seating at the graduation ceremony, sitting before the near empty fireplace, her feet bare, her skirt bunched about her hips, several buttons of her blouse undone. Scorpius quickly averted his eyes as Rose adjusted her clothing, not expecting him to be back from his private session with Flitwick.
Scorpius, still avoiding looking at the girl with toffee coloured hair, knelt at her side, sliding his dark wood wand into his hand.
“I wanted to see if you’d let me try a new Charm I learned,” he said quietly, and nervously.
Rose moved, sliding over the rug to face him, her legs bent beneath her. “What sort of Charm?”
“Nothing much, really,” Scorpius gulped. “It is more like a detector Charm—to find if someone has left a hex on you. Remember how last week Hugo cast some unidentifiable hex that Professor Slughorn finally had to dispel?”
Rose sighed before nodding. “Go on then—if it works, will you teach it to me?” she asked quietly.
Scorpius nodded, his shaggy blond hair falling into his pale face. He explained that he needed to hold her hand as he cast the Charm, and as his large left hand enveloped Rose’s small right hand, he hesitated before casting. Rose’s strangely coloured eyes watched as magic knitted about their hands, turning a bright blue colour before fading away.
Scorpius dropped his wand on the rug and squeezed Rose’s hand.
“What does it mean?” Rose asked innocently, her eyes studying Scorpius’ face, which was beginning to dampen with sweat.
Slowly, gently, Scorpius pulled his hand away, and snatching up his wand, stood to stalk to his chambers, slamming the door shut and locking it.
He could hear Rose huff, and could imagine her shrug. She did not follow him as he pressed his back into the door of his chambers. With a growl, he glided across the floor to his bed, tearing off his robes, his Head Boy badge, and threw them to the floor.
Charming the windows open, Scorpius leaned out of one and with a mighty breath, roared across the grounds and into a starry sky. His mother had lied to him, his father had warned him for nothing. Both his parents had been too stupid to discern the truth for themselves.
Scorpius Malfoy was free.
As he leaned out the window, his face pointed toward the stars, he wondered that if he told Rose the truth, would she believe him? After seven years, he was free of the lie, but would the overwhelming truth of that freedom allow Rose to see his true heart?
He had loved her the moment his father pointed her out on the Platform, the girl he was to neither love nor hate. Scorpius had defied his father by loving her, no matter whether she would be his sister or not.
And after seven years, the truth had freed him. Rose Weasley was not his sister.
His freedom had come nearly too late.
He pulled away from the window, and moved to the door of his chambers. Opening the door, Scorpius froze, for before him was the girl he loved, a devious grin on her face.
“It took you long enough to realize it, Flitwick showed me that Charm just after Christmas of Sixth Year…” she said calmly.
Scorpius blinked. “You’ve known since then?”
“I was waiting for you to want to know for certain.”
Scorpius swallowed thickly and brushed a hand through his thick platinum blond hair. “You really did belong in Slytherin, Rose.”
Rose fell into him, embracing him tight. “And you really did belong in Gryffindor.”
His arms wrapped about her, and he wanted to roar his freedom again. It did not matter whose daughter she was, Rose Weasley was the girl he loved.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Fluff!fic
Warnings: None
Summary: #92 – Freedom. The truth set him free.
Word Count: 1,179 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. The last of three drabbles, beginning with #28, and continuing with #81.
Prompt 92 – Freedom
Professor Flitwick had stared at him for a long time he had asked if there was a simpler Charm to determine a person’s parentage or if two people were related. In N.E.W.T. level Charms, all sorts of odd questions were posed, but Scorpius Malfoy knew that little, old Flitwick did not seem as surprised as Scorpius thought he would.
“There are potions, but Professor Slughorn is hesitant to point me to the right texts that would tell me the ingredients. The only thing he did say was that if there was such a potion, it would take months to brew.
I don’t have months, Professor. I graduate in a month,” Scorpius explained softly. And after graduation, Scorpius did not think he would find Rose again.
Filius Flitwick was a discreet man, liked by all his students in all Houses. He was also an observant man, and for the past seven years, he had watched Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley gaze at each other when the other was not looking during the shared Gryffindor/Slytherin Charms class.
As Filius Flitwick spoke, demonstrating the proper wand movement, and enunciating the incantation, he was not surprised that Scorpius Malfoy, Head Boy, could cast the spell after only one demonstration. When Scorpius Malfoy left Filius Flitwick’s office, however, the cool, trademark mask of Malfoy power was still in place.
Scorpius Malfoy found Rose Weasley, Head Girl, a few hours later, sitting in their shared common room at the middle of Gryffindor tower. The common room has halfway between the House dormitories, and was the only place beside their respective bedchambers, where they could speak openly to each other.
For nearly seven years, Scorpius had followed Rose, shadowing her every step and movement without notice. For nearly seven years, Scorpius and Rose believed that they were half-brother and sister. And after nearly seven years, Scorpius was going to put the matter to rest, once and for all.
Scorpius knew that Rose tried to convince herself that they were related, but as they grew up, from children to late teenagers, convincing herself was not so easy. Rose had never looked much like a Weasley, but she did not resemble a Malfoy either. The two knew that their parents had been romantically involved. Scorpius assumed not long after the day his father Draco told him to stay away from Rose that there was something off about the girl. It seemed that Rose’s mother Hermione had said similar words to her that day on the Platform. In their young minds, after hearing the rumours about their parents, they began to believe that they were, in fact, half-siblings.
The allure of Rose had led Scorpius to want to be near her, half-sister or not. As for Rose, Scorpius seemed to be the only person she could trust. A friendship began early in secret.
However, as Scorpius moved silently toward Rose, his feet and robes making no sound as he crossed the common room, his heart ached. If the Charm did determine that they were not related, seven years of stress and fear would diminish in moments. But, if the Charm did determine that they were half-siblings, Scorpius knew that he would have to forcefully squash his untoward feelings toward his half-sister.
“Rose?”
She had been finishing the arrangements with the seating at the graduation ceremony, sitting before the near empty fireplace, her feet bare, her skirt bunched about her hips, several buttons of her blouse undone. Scorpius quickly averted his eyes as Rose adjusted her clothing, not expecting him to be back from his private session with Flitwick.
Scorpius, still avoiding looking at the girl with toffee coloured hair, knelt at her side, sliding his dark wood wand into his hand.
“I wanted to see if you’d let me try a new Charm I learned,” he said quietly, and nervously.
Rose moved, sliding over the rug to face him, her legs bent beneath her. “What sort of Charm?”
“Nothing much, really,” Scorpius gulped. “It is more like a detector Charm—to find if someone has left a hex on you. Remember how last week Hugo cast some unidentifiable hex that Professor Slughorn finally had to dispel?”
Rose sighed before nodding. “Go on then—if it works, will you teach it to me?” she asked quietly.
Scorpius nodded, his shaggy blond hair falling into his pale face. He explained that he needed to hold her hand as he cast the Charm, and as his large left hand enveloped Rose’s small right hand, he hesitated before casting. Rose’s strangely coloured eyes watched as magic knitted about their hands, turning a bright blue colour before fading away.
Scorpius dropped his wand on the rug and squeezed Rose’s hand.
“What does it mean?” Rose asked innocently, her eyes studying Scorpius’ face, which was beginning to dampen with sweat.
Slowly, gently, Scorpius pulled his hand away, and snatching up his wand, stood to stalk to his chambers, slamming the door shut and locking it.
He could hear Rose huff, and could imagine her shrug. She did not follow him as he pressed his back into the door of his chambers. With a growl, he glided across the floor to his bed, tearing off his robes, his Head Boy badge, and threw them to the floor.
Charming the windows open, Scorpius leaned out of one and with a mighty breath, roared across the grounds and into a starry sky. His mother had lied to him, his father had warned him for nothing. Both his parents had been too stupid to discern the truth for themselves.
Scorpius Malfoy was free.
As he leaned out the window, his face pointed toward the stars, he wondered that if he told Rose the truth, would she believe him? After seven years, he was free of the lie, but would the overwhelming truth of that freedom allow Rose to see his true heart?
He had loved her the moment his father pointed her out on the Platform, the girl he was to neither love nor hate. Scorpius had defied his father by loving her, no matter whether she would be his sister or not.
And after seven years, the truth had freed him. Rose Weasley was not his sister.
His freedom had come nearly too late.
He pulled away from the window, and moved to the door of his chambers. Opening the door, Scorpius froze, for before him was the girl he loved, a devious grin on her face.
“It took you long enough to realize it, Flitwick showed me that Charm just after Christmas of Sixth Year…” she said calmly.
Scorpius blinked. “You’ve known since then?”
“I was waiting for you to want to know for certain.”
Scorpius swallowed thickly and brushed a hand through his thick platinum blond hair. “You really did belong in Slytherin, Rose.”
Rose fell into him, embracing him tight. “And you really did belong in Gryffindor.”
His arms wrapped about her, and he wanted to roar his freedom again. It did not matter whose daughter she was, Rose Weasley was the girl he loved.