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a new legacy | self-para

The flames lick at the edge of the goblet as if it were a beacon. Calling to him. This was the one way. Bringing honor back to the Malfoy name was all he wanted. It was as simple as dropping his name in. He wanted to get chosen. He wanted to prove that he was the best; that he was worthy of being a Champion. Scorpius looked at the fire, determination lighting his features. Everyone knew that he was going to do this. None of them knew why though. It wasn't that he thought he was the best. Although that was why he thought he would be a Champion. No. It was for his family. For his father. Draco had changed for the better and Scorpius wanted to prove that to everyone. Malfoy's weren't to be feared. Not if Scorpius had a say in the matter. He wouldn’t ley anyone look down upon his father. He deserved far better.

The children of the ever famous Harry Potter went to Hogwarts. This school was their home. But it was also his. Scorpius had a legacy to live up to. Sure, it wasn't the one he wanted to live up to, but he was a Malfoy. He'd make his own legacy. One that would force people to look at the Malfoy name as anything other than just affiliated with Death Eaters. Scorpius had to do this. He had to make a name for himself. Getting the highest of grades wasn't going to cut it. Being the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team wasn't going to cut it. But this was. Becoming a Champion for Hogwarts. That was going to cut it. People would look at him as Scorpius. Not just a Malfoy. A boy with pureblood elitism running through his veins. He'd be Scorpius. And that was all he ever wanted to be.

Scorpius looked at the flames again and eyed it. He was sure he had taken longer than needed, but this was life-changing. This was going to be his legacy. This was going to be the beginning of it all for Scorpius and the end of it all for the tainted Malfoy name. So he looked at the flames again. With one hand raised, he dropped his name in.

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Pretending to mull over his question, she slid into a spot next to him without a care. “Well,” she began, tapping her fingers on the wood in thought, “I can already rule out one option. Quidditch, obviously.” She smirked, tilting her head in mock innocence. Quidditch was a topic of interest for all students, and she had complete faith that Gryffindor would win the House Cup. And with the two other schools thrown into the mix? Things would surely get interesting.

“An intellectual savior,” she repeated slowly, bursting into another fit of laughter. It was far too easy to tease Scorpius, and banter was second nature to the girl by now. “You expect to be taken seriously with that sort of title? Though smartarse isn’t a particularly serious one, either, even if it seems to be the most fitting. So, there you go. You’ll get a trophy for being a smartarse—I’m surprised you haven’t already.”

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Scorpius shook his head at the mere thought of ruling out Quiddith. He wasn’t the captain of the team for merely playing the game. Being great at it was a perk and he wasn’t going to let Evie rule that out so quickly. “That’s hogwash. I am the best at Quidditch. Slytherin is taking winning the House Cup this year. My team is nothing but the best.” The words were explained in such a way that it had already happened. His confidence was through the rood when it came to the sport and he wasn’t going to let himself be downplayed.

Eyes rolled at the loud burst of laughter that came from her mouth. Okay, so maybe intellectual savior was pushing it, but it wasn’t like he was saying something that wasn’t true. He was rather smart and many people knew it. “Alright, fine. Smartarse trophy, it is. I better see it in my room by the end of the week or this friendship is getting flushed down a metaphorical toilet.” He raised an eyebrow with a smirk on his face. Of course he was joking, but he really did want that trophy. Even if it wasn’t a real one.

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Claire’s lips pursed in a comedic manner as the blond-haired boy made his way towards her. As disparate as they were, the two were a duo to fear. Ambitious and driven — to say the two were naturally competitive would be an understatement. They understood one another in a manner that their peers couldn’t quite apprehend. As redundant as Scorpius could be, he was possibly the only person Claire could completely tolerate. She admired the fire he had inside of himself. One could argue that she envied Scorpius — in the most revering possible way. Out of the two, she was a softspoken soul. She preferred working in silence, allowing her success to speak for itself. Though, Scorpius’ bold persona balanced their friendship out. It had always been that way since their first year.

She clapped slowly as he took a seat next to her. “Of course — It would be the highest honor to beat the mighty Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. May the best man win,” she teased, while removing the boy’s arm from her shoulder. She had a knack for saying his full name whenever she fooled around. Even with the burning desire to become the champion, Claire knew Scorpius was more than capable of winning the tournament himself. Even as his best friend, she wouldn’t allow him to win so easily, not without a fight. If she couldn’t win, she knew Scorpius could, being as stubborn as he is.

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It was a random friendship. Scorpius hadn’t expected to become friends with a lot of people. Especially in his first year of being at Hogwarts. All of the people picking on him hadn’t really made him want to talk to anyone. However, once he had that dueling match, he was taken seriously. For once, Scorpius wasn’t just a Malfoy. He was actually a wizard to be looked at. But Claire had never looked at him as just a Malfoy, as just someone with a last name that trailed along dark wizards galore. It was refreshing for him. Having a best friend that was a Gryffindor was almost a disaster when he saw his grandparents at family gatherings. Telling his mother and father that he had met a Gryffindor and become friends with her was easy. Telling his grandparents was an entirely different story in general. But Scorpius couldn’t find himself caring. Claire was the only person he had met at Hogwarts that was his friend.

From his seat next to Claire, he bowed as much as he could with the table in front of him. The applause was nearly a sarcastic one, but he welcomed it with open arms. As she pulled his arm from around her shoulder, he leaned forward to look at what was on the table. It was the same thing that was on the other tables, but he couldn’t resist looking around and observing everything. He always observed his surroundings, whether he knew them or not. “May the best person win. I promise I’ll take it easy on you if we both get chosen.” Of course that was just a sentiment. Scorpius would go all out to make sure that he won. If he was chosen as Champion, he would put on a show like a Champion.

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“Yeah– I’ll just try hard not to laugh when a dragon eats you. Though I’m sure you’ll be yelling about proving yourself as he digests you. Should make for some excellent television.” She gives him wry smile as she takes the basket and selects a roll for herself. She has a strange way when it comes to food– she observes and selects with a strange seriousness she only possesses when she’s flying or brewing. “You need to let someone say thank you first Hyperion– Hasn’t anyone told you about social interaction? Or is your mind full of theories on social domination without any foot notes on actual social behaviour?” She glances at the butter dish in front of him and then her gaze is on his– her eyes full of mischief. “Butter, please.”

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“I wouldn’t let a dragon come anywhere near me. How naive do you think I am, darling?” He looked on as she stared at the bread for longer than most ever did. Never had he seen someone take such a food item so seriously. His hand lifted a cup up to his mouth as he drank the pumpkin juice within it. Before he could respond to her, he swallowed the drink in his mouth. “Well, my mind is actually full of theories on intellectual domination. Social domination just seems so useless to me. Plus, I figured you would say thank you anyway. Call it intuition.” His eyes once again looked down at what she asked for. “Are your arms broken? I don’t think they are considering you’ve been stuffing your face with chips since we got here,” he said with a chuckle.

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She’d found herself disinterested in the entire show. Fingers laced together in her lap as she eyed their performances, one after the other. As if trying to prove that despite their lack in magical skill, they still knew how to entertain. Antoinette had thought it flashy, a wanton display of wasted energy. Although, she entertained the idea of proving herself as a Champion for a moment, she knew she would not be placing her name in the Goblet of Fire. The ordeal held no interest. Forcing herself through meaningless tasks only for a moment of glory. It would bore her easily, she knew. Before she could it any further thought, her familiar had jumped into her lap, clawing gently at her robes only burrow himself into the fabric. The warmth was soothing, calming a frazzled mind as it was affected by the large and excited crowd that seemed to close in around her.

The scene her friend had caused was a momentary distraction. Allowing the delicate corners of her lips to rise into an unfamiliar smirk. As he sat down, she spoke, her voice quiet against the crowd of students. “I wonder if anybody sees you as a threat. Or some silly, attention seeking seventh year.” She smiled, “Probably the latter.” She had been teasing. Antoinette had never been very good at it but she had tried. Her fingers still running through the soft fur of the cat in her lap, eyes flickering towards her friend as he sat next to her.

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He knew some people wouldn’t take kindly to his rather loud announcement. However, caring what other people thought of him at this point in all his years of Hogwarts was not on the agenda. There were some people he was sure would tease him about it, but the others were probably just jealous and scared. Scorpius wasn’t superior by blood status, oh no, he was just better than everyone else because of his dedication and hard work to everything he had done in life. He hadn’t gotten all O’s on his O.W.L.’s by pure luck. Nor had he gotten to be captain of the quidditch team on pure luck either. Everything he had ever done was to make himself better than everyone else. Even if they didn’t accept it.

His eyes drifted to the voice of none other than Antoinette. Their fathers had become good friends again in the time that had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts. By that alone, Scorpius and the other Slytherin had gotten along as well. Even before coming to this school. “I’ll have you know that some people know who the best is around here. Nobody would ever take these grandiose speeches I make for granted. It would be rather foolish of them, don’t you think?” His eyebrow raised in challenge even though he was teasing.

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The library. Now that was Scorpius’ forte. It was the one place in the school, besides the Slytherin dungeons, where he was completely at peace. He could get lost in a book about potions or charms and the outside world wouldn’t exist. Occlumency was still a rather strange concept to him. Although he had mastered it by now, it still seemed ridiculous to have to guard his mind. But he understood why it needed to be learned. By Merlin, he understood why he’d need to have such a skill in his repertoire. Anything could happen that would warrant him needing to use it. So he wasn’t going to take the skill for granted. His father wouldn’t teach him something for no reason other than just to have it.

Scorpius’ eyes scanned the book in front of him. Charms and more charms covered the pages. He made a move to get up and travel to grab another book when he was done with that one. Of course, as he was in the library, he had gotten distracted and dropped one book that was sitting on the table onto the floor. “Bloody hell,” he whispered as he knelt down to grab the book.