Scorbus goes to Malfoy Manner
The three of them apparated outside of the manor.
“Bloody hell!” Remmy exclaimed, staring up at it.
Dad snorted. “Pretty ridiculous,” he agreed. Scorpius had often tried to picture his father growing up here. It was hard to imagine. It was just so…large. Not that their house was small by any means, it was just normal.
They began walking up the steps to the front door.
Dad squeezed his eyes shut, mentally preparing, before knocking.
The large door opened to reveal grandma. Standing regal in her dress.
“Draco,” she said, “A son shouldn’t have to knock at his family home.”
Before dad could respond, Remmy went,
“Oh sorry! Should I have dressed nicer? This prat told me I didn’t have to dress nicer,” He was glaring daggers at Scorpius.
Grandma gave him a once over. “You look identical to your grandfather,” was all she said, before sweeping away.
Scorpius and dad exchanged a look, before following.
“Yeah I get that a lot,” Remmy said. “My older brother’s the one who's named after him though. You know, you look a bit like your sister. Just a bit.”
“What?” Grandma asked, looking shocked.
“Yeah, my GiGi Andy. She’s your sister, right?” he asked. Blimey, he really was fearless. Perhaps the hat should have made him Gryffindor.
“Why do you consider Andromeda to be your…” she struggled for a moment. “Your ‘GiGi?’” Scorpius could hear the air quotations his grandmother mentally placed around the word.
“She’s Teddy’s grandma,” Remmy shrugged.
“Lupin’s son,” dad supplied, when she wasn’t getting it.
“Ah,” understanding flashed.
“Who do you think Remmy is named for?” Scorpius snorted.
Grandma’s brows furrowed.
“Your name is Remus?” she asked.
“Huh,” grandma replied, as they continued walking.
They made it to the expansive dining table, where food was already laid out.
“Where’s dad?” Scorpius' own dad asked.
“Oh,” grandma said, “It turned out to be a bit much for him. That’s all dear.”
Dad scoffed, plopping down in a seat.
“Should’ve worn a dress,” Remmy muttered, humor playing on his lips. Fuck, his lips. Scorpius suddenly remembered what had happened –- rather what didn’t happen -– before they got here.
It was so odd, to see Remmy Potter in his grandfather’s manor. With his muggle clothes and wild hair.
They ate quietly for a little.
“So,” Remmy suddenly said, causing all three Malfoys to turn to him.
“Mrs. Malfoy, lovely home.” He said this all very quickly, preliminary for what he really wanted to say. “Tell me, what were your Hogwarts days like?”
Grandma looked shocked. “Quite alright,” she replied.
“Good,” Remmy nodded, “You seemed to have known my granddad. What was he like?”
Grandma looked quite put out. Scorpius was fighting off a grin. Why hadn’t he brought Remmy here years ago?
“I didn’t know him well,” grandma explained, “And he was younger than me. We saw each other on the pitch of course.”
“You played Quidditch?” Remmy asked.
“Mm,” grandma acknowledged, grabbing her wine goblet. “Seeker.”
“Well,” grandma said, “He was best friends with my cousin of course. I thought he was a little twat, to be quite honest.”
Remmy just laughed. “Well if he’s anything like my brother, he’d have to been.”
“James is the nicest person I’ve ever met!” Scorpius objected.
Remmy shrugged. “Still a twat.” Scorpius saw a hint of a smile on his grandma’s lips. He shook his head in wonder. How on earth had Remmy managed that?
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