Summer with NG: C 2

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Chapter 2
To The Potters


“Dillilah, I don't know about him spending that much time with them. I'll agree to a day.” said Draco, as his wife stood next to where he sat in his den.

“Draco, nothing will happen. It'll be fine. Besides, we should be glad he's socializing.” said Dillilah, stroking his hair.

“Yes but with....”

“We discussed this already, have we not.” said Dillilah.

“Yes my love, we did. I still don't find it safe for him however. Potters tend to attracts trouble and bad luck.” said Draco, in a reasoning state.

“I already looked into the future, it looks fine. Would you like to see.” said Dillilah eagerly.

“No... No I'm fine.” said Draco trying to sound won.

He glanced at where his wife stood over the glass sphere, and rolled his eyes. He didn't doubt his wife's magical ability, but crystal gazing wasn't her strong point. In fact, he thought back to the Divination teacher and reminded himself how fond Dillilah talked about her and decided not to argue in case of further pursuit in the topics of divination.

Scorpius put the last of his clothes in a bag that was full of the things he was taking with him to Albus' house. He was also kind of nervous. He was going to spend a good portion of the summer with the Potter Family and everyone who entered their domain. Rose had also insisted that they'd spend time at her house. He looked at the clock, it was almost time to go. He took a last glance around the room and checked everything off in his mind.

“What am I forgetting?” he asked himself, then stopped, “I need to stop talking to myself allowed.”

He looked at his desk, which was laden with letters from Albus and Rose. They'd only been home for a short few weeks, but there where quite a few. Including Albus' birthday present. He picked it up and tossed it in the bag. He'd be there passed August 10th so he should pack it. As he glanced around, he suddenly realized that he really needed to do something with his green and silver clad room. He needed something more bold, he made a mental note of this so he knew what to do next summer. A knock came at the door.

“Scorpius, are you ready to go?” came his father's voice.

“Hold on, I think I'm forgetting something.” said Scorpius as his father opened the door, “Dad, do you know where my shoes are?”

“Which ones?” asked Draco, looking at the organized pile of shoes in his son's closet.

“My trainers.” said Scorpius.

“What?” asked Draco.

“Their black and white.” said Scorpius, looking under his bed, “Never mind. I found them.”

“Scorpius, are you sure you want to spend that long over their?” asked Draco.

“Why shouldn't I, it'll be great. Albus said something about a fair thing, it sounded like fun.” said Scorpius, with a broad grin.

Draco watched his son scope the room for the last of his things. Scorpius was completely different from what he'd been as a kid. He'd have much rather been at home talking to his father about the dark arts and coming up with large tales to impress people with. He didn't think that in his childhood, that he'd looked anywhere near as happy as Scorpius looked now.

“Ready to go.” said Scorpius, his bag over his shoulder.

They apperated a little ways from the Potter residence. It was a nice summer day and the streets where filled with muggle children playing ball and tag happily. Scorpius looked at his clothes, him and his father looked more formal compared to the kids and their parents. He wondered if it was possible to exchange wizard gold for muggle money. He was sure it was.

“Dad, hoe would you transfer our money for theirs?” asked Scorpius as they approached the houses.

“Gringots. If you would like, we could go their now...” suggested Draco.

“No, I can do it. Albus said we where going to Diagonally tomorrow anyway.” said Scorpius, “Besides I don't want to be late.” They walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. It took a few seconds for i to be answered.

“Hi Scorpius. Hello Mr. Malfoy. Come on in.” said Lily happily.

“I must be going Scorpius. Write soon, all right.” said Draco, giving his son a one armed hug.

“Bye dad.” Scorpius waved as his father walked out of sight, “Hello Lily, how are you?”

“I'm good, you?” asked Lily.

“Fine, hey where's Albus?” asked Scorpius.

“Upstairs. You can go up if you'd like.” said Lily as she fiddled with some glass beads.

“Thanks, see you later.” said Scorpius as he walked up the stairs.

He felt out of place and awkward walking up the Potter's steps by himself. He didn't feel right walking up the stairs liberally. He was almost to Albus' room when an elderly house elf backed out of a closet. The House elf was ancient and walked around happily carrying some towels to the bathroom.

“Hello there Master Malfoy.” he said off handedly as he strolled into the bathroom.

Scorpius hadn't ever really seen a happy house elf before. His grandparents owned three, but they never really smiled. This confused him a little bit, but he continued to walk on towards Albus' room. He knocked on the door and heard a large crash.

“Albus are you okay?” asked Scorpius quickly, and he opened the door.

“Fine.” said Albus under a large amount of items off his shelf.

Noon came rather quickly and Scorpius was more than happy to help set up the table. He'd apparently never done it before, which was apparent as things where quite out of order. Then James had tried to set it and the forks had danced off the table, literally. Eventually after  a half a dozen tries, Kreacher had intervened. Lunch was ready and a mess could be found everywhere.

“So does anyone know how the mayo got on the ceiling?” asked James.

“Might have had something to do with the spinning spice rack.” said Scorpius.

“That could be so.” said James.

“Kreacher will get it Master James.” said Kreacher happily pointing his finger at the ceiling.

“Thanks Kreacher.”

“Kreacher did you want anything on your sandwich?” asked Albus.

“You all eat together?” asked Scorpius to Lily.

“Why wouldn't we silly. We're a family.” said Lily with a smile as she got some lemonaid, just as two Pop sounds came from the living room.

“Kids, we're home!”

TO BE CONTINUED