[HP] An Incomplete Record of James Potter's..., PG, Humor, James/Scorpius

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A real HP fic(let)! Can it be? Indeed, it is. I know not what inspired it, or if it will be a recurring experience. Let's just enjoy it while we can, eh? (Wow, I really should be sleeping. Or, failing that, doing my reading homework.)

Oh yeah, previous James/Scorpius ficlet here.

And, er, if it isn't totally obvious, I've quit warning for DH spoilers. It's been a whole month! Please don't hate me; I'm so justified.

An Incomplete Record of James Potter's Views of Scorpius Malfoy through the Years
Harry Potter, James/Scorpius, PG, 1300 words
As James Potter grows and changes, so do his views on Certain Malfoys who will remain unnamed (but are undoubtedly horrid).


An Incomplete Record of James Potter's Views of Scorpius Malfoy through the Years
by meitachi

James Sirius Potter knew very firmly at age ten that he did not and would not like anyone named Malfoy. His dad had tried half-heartedly to remind him not to judge people before he knew them, because they could always surprise you, but James was stubborn and sure with ten-year-old steadfastness that he could not be wrong. Besides, his mum and Uncle Ron were on his side. He told Al and Lily that if they ever made friends with a Malfoy, they'd be hexed silly. He didn't specify if he'd be the one doing the hexing, or if it'd be that git Malfoy.

At age twelve, James was positively convinced that Scorpius Malfoy was of the devil and far worse than his father had ever been (no matter what Uncle Ron said). That smarmy blond git had had the gall to be Sorted into Slytherin (well, okay, that part wasn't very surprising) and make friends with Al! Al. Albus Severus Potter. That was James's brother! Such an atrocity had never before been fathomed by James, and his appall was endless and unalterable. Why on earth Al had been Sorted into Slytherin was another story; James in outrage and courageous heroism was going to save his little brother from the terrible influence of Malfoy.

At age fourteen, the only thing that consoled James from the mockery Scorpius made of his breaking voice (wait until the day that little tosser hit puberty) was his developing physique. Playing Beater wasn't nearly as exciting as playing Seeker (oh how James hated Scorpius Malfoy, loathed him with every fiber of his being), but it was certainly giving him some nicely toned muscles. He would make good use of them by throwing around a certain scrawny Slytherin, he was sure, and he didn't mean Al. James had heard dungeon walls were particularly good for being threatened against.

At age sixteen, James felt perfectly wretched about how he was going to tell his parents about the inevitable family rift. He was never going to speak to Al again, didn't they know? There would be a terrible feud, and the family torn, and everyone would have to choose a side (and it had better not be Al's side, the wily black-hearted Slytherin, "and that means you, Rose"; James had always known she'd liked Al better). It would be tragic and epic, but surely understandable. How could anyone have ever dreamed that of all the people at Hogwarts, of all the people in England, in the world, James's little brother would choose to fall in love with a twit named Scorpius?

At age sixteen and a half, James was ready to leave school a la Uncle George, except possibly with fewer fireworks and more despair weighing like a Bludger in his gut. Of all the people at Hogwarts, in England, in the entire world, why Scorpius had to like him, James Sirius Potter, was downright bewildering. James had always known never to trust Slytherins, sneaky, vile snakes that they were. He'd only wanted to shove Scorpius around some, find out why he didn't properly adore Al like he should (James might have teased his brother incessantly, but Al was still a Potter and thus still worth a thousand Malfoys)--when that bastard had seized him and kissed him. He'd practically been assaulted! James would have hit him immediately if he hadn't been dazed by the realization that this would kill Al.

James was rather fond of his plan of leaving school. He briefly entertained breaking Scorpius Malfoy's nose (and possibly face) first, then flying off on his broom. Surely no one could catch him on his new Cirrus '20.

Sixteen and a half, James decided, was an inopportune time to realize one was attractive to one's greatest annoyance and enemy.

Sixteen and a half was also a terrible time to hurt one's baby brother.

Sixteen and a half was possibly the worst time ever to consider that, maybe, just an eensy bit, one might not entirely hate all Malfoys.

At age sixteen and five-eigths, James threw himself whole-heartedly into the welcoming arms of denial and spent a full two weeks avoiding all Slytherins, until his friends thought he had gone mad or turned into a recluse, or better yet a mad recluse. On the eleventh day of James's Epic Evasion, Al sent Lily to corner him. Intending to demand a rational explanation for his irrational behavior, she instead was regaled with a lengthy rant on the evils of Slytherin (with minor exceptions for Al and that Zabini girl, who was quite easy on the eyes). Lily left in a huff before he was even halfway through, declaring him boorish and stupid and that she liked Al much better!

At age sixteen and three-quarters, James was cornered by Al, who told him right out that he already knew about Scorpius because "Score always tells me everything, you twit. I knew he fancied you since last year, because I'm not blind, and it's all right, I expect I'll get over this crush eventually and he's promised we'll always be friends, so you had better make him happy, or I'll hex you into next week, and I'll get Lily to help too, or Rose, because you know how good she is with her spellwork." Here, Al stopped, and all James could protest feebly in his shock-stunned state was that who said he even liked that arse-- At this point he stopped talking because Al punched him and walked out. Oh, what a Slytherin he'd turned out to be, after all, James mourned as he nursed his eye.

At age seventeen minus two weeks, James ventured to talk Scorpius without the mediating presence of Al. He was almost ashamed to report that when he wasn't disposed to hate the git, they had loads in common and got along horrifically well. "I always knew you weren't so bad behind the conceited wanker," Scorpius said with a very satisfied air, and then James wished that Al were here or that he had his bat and a handy Bludger.

At age seventeen and some days, James kissed Scorpius for the first time (that earlier one didn't count, it was much closer to mauling than to anything that could be termed a kiss) and liked it. When he saw Al later, Al said meaningfully, "I share a room with Score, I'll know if he doesn't come back to his bed" and James turned (mortifyingly! at this age!) bright red, sputtering that they weren't even close to anything of the kind, you dirty-minded perverted Slytherin! James had always known Slytherin House fostered bad qualties.

At age seventeen and a half, James shut up about perverted Slytherins and instead began subtly querying Rose for make-up charms that would hide certain discolorations on the skin. Scorpius walked around everywhere looking smug and blond, and Al began smiling more and looking less threateningly (in the way that only Slytherins can; it was a dark look that spoke of unimaginable but very, very painful terrors and terrifying pains) at James. Lily began asking if James would ever tell their parents and could she please, please be the one to break the news?

Age seventeen and a half, James thought, despite the endless ocean of embarrassment he thought would be over when he passed through puberty, was not so bad. And, he allowed grudgingly, not all Malfoys were terrible people who ought to be if not hexed at least scorned on sight. But Scorpius was an exception; James still wasn't sure about Mr. Malfoy. Any wizard who had a receding hairline was either completely barmy or sinisterly dodgy; they had potions for that kind of thing! It must be a plot. James was sure of it.

Scorpius said sometimes that he wondered how they'd ever make it to James's eighteenth.


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Started/Finished: 09.20.2007

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Notes: This was a quick, one-sitting ficlet, so tell me if you catch any typos or gaping plot holes that need fixing! Also, yay, I wrote JP/SM! Man, now I really need to write a real AS/S fic.