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No Outlet for Anger	By : wherdatcomfrom Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: No Outlet for Anger
Pairings: HP/GW DM/AG, RW/HG, until later when HP/DM, AP/SM
Summary: The outcome of the war has left a bad taste in the mouths of Muggleborns and the members of the Light, but now that has become bitterness and is being force-fed to Pure-bloods and anyone that remained neutral. The rules and regulations are becoming more restricting and Harry discovers that some of his past classmates have it harder than he ever had. Epilogue compliant. Takes place just after the children board the train to Hogwarts for Albus and Rose's first year.

Chapter One: Hogwarts
At first, the sight of the Malfoy family at King's Cross seemed natural and not worth mention. The nods that Harry and Draco had shared marked a turning point to the brunet, but otherwise he had hardly taken notice. Ron's comments had made him smile, until he was on his way home with Ginny and Lily, and his wife had spoken of the blond.
"I can't believe they're letting him get away with it!"
"Who? With what?" Harry responded and Ginny glared at him.
"Malfoy! That boy is pure-blooded and everyone knows it. He shouldn't be going to Hogwarts. If Malfoy wants to flaunt his disobedience to the laws, he should be forced to send his son to Durmstrang." Ginny had snipped.
Harry bit his tongue on the comments that wanted to come out and just looked down at his daughter, who was watching them curiously. "Gin, that law is wrong and you know it. He paid his debts and then some, and served his time. His son is innocent of the events of the war, and the decisions of his parents, so he shouldn't be punished."
"I don't like our children being forced to associate with that kind of people."Ginny had snapped and Harry saw fit to drop the subject. "I'm going to write to the boys and tell them to stay away from him."
Harry sighed and the family was quiet for the rest of their trip.
Draco said goodnight to Astoria outside of her room and made the rest of his trip down the short hall to his room alone. His mind replayed the sight of the Potters and Weasleys and he was still shocked by the amicable exchange with his old rival.
The lights in this part of the house, left on at all hours of the day and night, had gotten dimmer. Draco sighed as he realized he would need to fill out another request to the ministry to expend the power to re-light them. He'd do it, because the option of being alone in the dark, for any length of time, was far more traumatic than the few minutes of humiliation he would have to endure while his paperwork was reviewed and he was given a thorough exam to determine his magic usage over the last few months.
Darkness was Draco's only enemy these days, after the years he had spent working in the deep mines as part of his reparation sentence. It was there that he had met Astoria again and they had made the pact to survive and marry, preserving what they could of pure-blood society.
His family's money and properties were gone, taken to use for repayment of his father's crimes. His father, having been kissed, could not complain, and his mother was sentenced to life in servitude of the muggleborn orphans, only happy to be able to remain in her home, now converted to an orphanage. So, when he was finally released, Draco and his wife had moved into the tiny flat that had been the birth place of their only child.
The fact that Scorpius was the only child that they were allowed, based on a law that was meant to encourage mixed blood marriages, didn't bother Draco. His family often bore only a single heir, but the forced abortion of the second child they had conceived, and this enforced separation and celibacy which was the Ministry's response, enraged the blond.
The sight of the Potter-Weasley-Granger broods had another effect on him. Seeing the multiple children they had born and now seemed to flaunt in front of him, all in a sea of red hair and freckles, plus the glare that Ronald had sent toward him and his family, had reinforced his determination to keep his relative poverty a secret from the public. They had gone to great lengths, saving everything they could to buy the best for their only son and wear their only good set of robes to see him off. This had obviously made the best impression and irked the irascible red-head. For that, Draco felt every bit of his sacrifice was worth it.
But, when he had turned and caught Harry's eye, he saw only acceptance, and almost wished he had dressed in his everyday robes and not come off as snooty like he had been in school, to see if the effect was the same. Harry deserved that, especially after he had fought so hard against the anti-pure-blood element that was taking over the Ministry and pushing for stricter legislation and tighter controls.
He hung up his suit, putting it away for the next time he and his wife needed to put up a front, and crawled into the cot that was his bed. He never wore pajamas, as the expense was likely to cut into the money they needed for other things. Scorpius had noted this, and Draco had only told him that he found them constraining, and it wasn't like anyone was likely to see him. So, the boy had accepted his lie and even taken to sleeping in less clothes for awhile.
Astoria had been angry, but when the cold weather had come on, and their allotment of magic had only been able to keep their home temperate, Scorpius had resorted to full pajamas and she had relented. Summer had not brought back the boy's habit and Draco had taken pains to keep from reminding him of it.
Draco fell easily into sleep, his schedule would be demanding and a good nights rest was necessary.
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Harry rolled away, barely satisfied by his climax, but Ginny was curled up beside him so he relaxed and kept his breathing measured.
His mind returned to thoughts he had tried to forget over, and over again. His mother's face in the Mirror of Erised, Sirius as he was hit by Bellatrix' spell, the scattered corpses in the wake of the Battle of Hogwarts, and now, for some reason, the image of the Malfoys in a crowd, sending their only child off to school.
Harry knew the law that kept pure-bloods down to only one child. Though most of the population thought it only caused that child to be spoiled, Harry realized what contradictions that proved. Most pure-bloods had little or nothing to give one child, much less multiples, and therefore were unable to spoil any.
The Malfoys, including Draco's parents, had paid out as much as any others, probably more, and there were very few that were willing to employ them afterwards. What few had escaped Azkaban were left to work menial or laborious and dirty jobs, demeaned by their only means of subsistence to the point of depression. A few had even gone into the exile of the muggle world to escape their restrictions.
And the Ministry had followed, keeping tabs on refugees and blocking them from breaking new laws they had no knowledge of in their new lives.
Some of the laws had seemed mild, at first. The limitation of allowable magic, spells put on their wands to keep them from producing enough magic to be dangerous and detection spells on the person's home, that set off alarms if more magic was detected than approved of, but these became easily abused by a Ministry intent on enforcing mixed blood lineages and reducing the risk of another war of civil unrest.
To Harry, some of the worst were the laws that forced education to focus more on muggle studies and deprived children of learning about their heritage, the banning of books that spoke of pure-blood traditions and the practice of such. To the Chosen-One, this was simply a means to reverse discrimination and he saw his wife's behavior as a red flag to its effectiveness.
He hoped his sons would not become the next victims of it.
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Albus was so annoyed by James and his friends, that he sculked away to find another compartment for his ride to his first year at Hogwarts. Most of them were filled with students, and he would have joined them just to get to know his future mates, but they were crowded and noisy and he was in no mood for that right now.
Toward the back of the train he found a compartment that had a single lonely occupant, so he leaned in and asked if he could join the boy. "Of course, come right in. How do you do?" the blond boy asked and Albus reached out to take the offered hand. "I'm Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy.'
"Albus," he responded, thinking the name sounded as unique as his own. "Albus Severus Potter. And yes, he's my dad."
"Beg pardon?" Scorpius asked.
"Harry Potter? He's my dad. Every time I meet someone, they usually asked." Albus snarked. "It annoys me, sometimes."
"Well, I wasn't going to ask. I do know who Harry Potter is, but we don't speak much of it, at home."
"Really? That must be great. All I hear about when the older people, my aunts and uncles, get together, is the war and how great it is that it's over. If that's true, why do they keep talking about it?"
"Don't know. My father says that the war will not be over until those who won it, can forget that and start trying to be the people they set out to be when they fought." Scorpius sighed. "My father tries to pretend, but he's had a bad time of things."
"I'm sorry. My dad could help him, I bet." Albus was excited about helping his new friend, but the blond shook his head.
"No. I think he's done all he can. My parents don't like people to know . . . Oh! You can't tell anyone what I said. Promise me, please." Scorpius suddenly realized what he'd let slip and was frantic to call it back. He was so overwhelmed that the other boy had accepted his companionship, after all the rest had sneered at him, that he had forgotten himself.
"It's okay. I'm not telling other people anything. I'm no tell-tale. Besides, it's no one's business but yours. So, what house do you want to be chosen for?" Albus went on to safer topic, hoping to calm his new friend. "I'm hoping for anything except Gryffindor, cause my brother is there and he's a prat."
"My parents were both Slytherins, so I suspect I'll end up there." Scorpius sighed.
"You don't want to be there?" Albus asked.
"Well, I don't know. They make it sound great, but the other kids say that only evil wizards come from Slytherin."
"I'll have you know that my father says I am named after two of the headmasters of Hogwarts and one of them was a Slytherin. But, if you really don't want to, the hat takes that into consideration. He says, you just have to ask." Albus felt bad for his earlier attitude and worried about the other boy.
Before they could say anymore, an older student knocked on their door and called out, "We're almost there. Better get changed into your robes." and they hurried to follow the instructions.
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Scorpius had been awed by the magnificence of the castle, much as he was by the opulence of the manor, where his Gran worked. He knew it had once been his father's home, but by comparison their flat was a cubby. So, he had trouble believing they had lived there. Now, in the waterway that led to the underground entrance where the boats were taking them, following a half-giant that had greeted Albus so warmly, he was speechless.
"Isn't it wonderful?" Albus croaked behind him.
"Magnificent." Scorpius agreed.
When they reached the doors to the Great Hall, Scorpius reached for Albus' hand to calm his nerves and the other boy patted his shoulder comfortingly.
A pinched looking woman stood before them, holding up her hands to demand their attention. "I am Professor Brown, your transfigurations teacher, and I'll be taking you inside. You will follow me to the front, where you will be sorted." and she explained about the things that most of the first years already knew.
When the doors opened, the group paraded forward, dazzled by the spectacle that most had heard of from parents or siblings. But no account could give justice to the dazzle that was presented to them. Albus and Scorpius remained connected by their joined hands, all the way to the platform where the sorting hat waited on its stool.
The larger portions of the group were sorted into Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, with Hufflepuff coming in third. By the time Professor Brown got to Malfoy, those tables were bustling. Albus gave one last squeeze to Scorpius' hand before the blond took unsteady steps up to the seat.
Lavender Brown was stiff as she called out the name and she barely concealed her sneer as she moved to place the hat on his head. It sat silent for longer than the others and she nearly suggested that the boy had been rejected.
Scorpius felt the hat settle upon his head and he tensed up. The voice inside spoke softly, "Ah, very brave of you to come. Your family has been through so much. They've taught you valuable lessons, I see. Intelligence, and training . . . they've invested well in this . . ah, and loyalty! I see it all . . but, where to put you . . . that's the question. . ."
"I just want to be with Albus. I don't care where, just put me with my friend. . . he's the only friend I have."
"Albus?" the hat asked.
"Albus Severus Potter. He's the son of Harry Potter. He said you'd let me have a say, but I don't care what house, as long as I'm not alone." Scorpius had a thought. "If we were in the same house, we could help each other and then we'd both do better. I'll teach him what I know and he could show that I'm not an evil wizard."
"Devious thought, young man. I know just where to put you. Slytherin!" and the hat was removed with a final remark. "I hope he shares your feelings."
Scorpius had a moment of remorse. If this went against Albus' wishes, he might lose his friend. But when Professor Brown called "Albus Potter" to the hat, said boy gave Scorpius a quick wink.
Albus settled under the hat and immediately set to following his father's instructions. "Slytherin. Please, put me in Slytherin."
"You want to be in the house of snakes?" the hat asked.
"Absolutely. I want to be with Scorpius and live in the dungeons. I especially want to make my brother angry that I got into a house that he's not some big shot in. When I'm older, I want to play quidditch for my house and beat his old Gryffindors for the house cup! I'll show him. Me and Scorpius will prove that we are great wizards and that Slytherin is the best house."
"I see . . . . Slytherin!" the hat crowed and Albus smuggly walked across the hall to join his new friend and new house. He saw James, at his table, and Rose among the remaining first years, and they were both scowling at him. He also noticed Hagrid looking very concerned. He figured he had better write to his dad before he went to bed and counter anything James wrote about him.
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There were only six Slytherins out of the entire group of first years. Three boys and three girls. The other boy, Nathaniel Staderly, was a slick looking boy who had been raised in Italy and his parents had reluctantly let him come to Hogwarts when his letter came.
The girls, Alicia Abercrombe, Laura Flint and Marris Edgecombe, were quiet and raised to keep out of the attention of others. They sat apart, even in the common room, and the three boys were left to fend for themselves.
Nathaniel, who preferred to be called Nate, was a bookworm and a bit of a snob, though he was too quiet to make it seem that bad. Albus and Scorpius sat opposite him, near the fire, as LeGrande Boyle, their sixth year prefect, explained about the house rules. When this was done, they tromped down the hall to find their dorm. Three beds along a wall, with a cupboard and chest of drawers between each, and their trunks had been delivered and waited there patiently.
Albus had no owl, just a pet ferret named Boo, and Scorpius had a Chameleon, but Nate had an owl that he offered to share when the other two boys needed to send off mail. These were settled on top of the chests of drawers, where they also waited their owner's attention. The boys spent some time on this activity, then they changed and settled onto their respective beds. They set to some personal tasks, Albus wrote his letter and Nate read, while Scorpius drew a picture in his sketchbook.
Scorpius had chosen the last bed, and Nate the first, which placed Albus between them. When they were ready, they blew out the candles and Albus called out softly, "Goodnight, Scorpius."
"Goodnight, Albus." The blond returned. "Thanks, for being my friend."
"You're a good friend to have." Albus said before rolling to his other side and saying. "Good night, Nate. Thanks for letting me use your owl. My dad needs to get my letter, right away. He will be surprised by my sorting, and I wanted to break it to him just right."
"You kidding? When my mum hears that Tourniquet delivered a letter to Harry Potter, she'll just swoon. Mum's silly, sometimes." And they shared a chuckle before hunkering down to sleep.
AN: this was a simple idea that may just get out of hand. Let me know what you think, and I'll get some more of it written.
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