Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy (malfoylegato) wrote in shipsahoy, @ 2016-02-26 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! fandom stop: hogwarts et all, ! scene, scorpius malfoy (malfoylegato) |
Who: Scorpius Malfoy / Open for reactions
What: A mistake is made
When: HP Stop, Saturday
Where: Diagon Alley, Outside Knockturn Alley
Warnings: Major injury - Blasting Curse info here Short info, the blasting curse is what Peter Pettigrew used to kill 12 muggles. Also what Harry uses on Nagini in the movie, and it bounces off of her and hits all the Death Eaters. <.< Scorpius has smacked Chris with a smaller controlled version of this a few times.
Status: Certain threads closed (will be marked)/Reaction threads allowed
To say that Scorpius was happy to find that the ship had dumped them all off in his world would only be a half truth. Because it was his world, but it wasn’t his world. There were subtle differences, if one knew where to look and what to look for. People who should have been alive on this date and weren’t. Or should be dead, or in Azkaban, and weren’t. So Scorpius sighed and treated it like another holiday stop. Oh, he’d done the same as the others and tried to apparate home, but there was no getting outside the boundary, and he couldn’t floo to the Manor no matter how many times he tried.
Not to mention that getting dumped into the middle of Hogsmeade in the middle of the night, just as Teddy was dragging him out of the bathroom of the club in the bowels of the ship was rather shocking as well. Shocking and sobering. At least Teddy had stopped him before he had done something he would have regretted, even if the man with the wings had been rather hot.
He was trying not to think about the tattoo on his right hip at all. He still wasn’t sure at what point Friday he had acquired that.
The bright side to all of it, he still had access to the family vaults apparently, which was nice to know. It meant making sure he and his friends were stocked up on everything they needed, and a few things they wanted. He had even bought a gift for Chris, even though he wasn’t sure when he would be giving it to him, things were still strained and they didn’t talk much.
Scorpius didn’t tell anyone how much that was killing him some days. It was easier to just smile and pretend he was fine.
He was heading back to the hotel, having slipped out to buy a book he remembered he wanted to buy. He was supposed to meet the others for lunch, but it was actually a halfway decent day for London, so he wasn’t exactly rushing. He was meandering a bit, and was just passing the alcove for the stairs down to Knockturn Alley when he heard it. Whispered, the intent behind it foul and pulsing with hate, "Confringo", and his world exploded in fire and pain before going dark.
Scorpius came to feeling confused, everything being blurry and trying to turn his head and then the pain burning through him again, and he couldn’t bite back the scream that tore through and out of him. Suddenly people were there beside him, a woman in white, a mediwitch, covering his eyes and whispering quiet words to him and then it was like he was wrapped in cotton. Everything was fuzzy and muffled, but he could feel the pain still stabbing and biting to get through.
The mediwitch’s words buzzed at his ears, trying to get through to him, but all he wanted to do was give into the blackness that was pulling at him, urging him to sink down in again. "Me’lin. Ne’d Me’lin," he got out, slurring his words.
"What was that, dear? Who’s Melin?" the nurse asked, looking worried as the mediwizard’s worked hard to save the boy, to get him stable enough to apparate to St. Mungo’s.
"Me’lin. Chris Argen-" Scorpius got out, just before he slipped into the waiting darkness.
The mediwitch checked, then confirmed that he was just unconscious and nodded to the mediwizards. "It’s for the best," one of them said. "The lad’s a mess. He’s lucky he isn’t dead, that blast should have obliterated his heart and lungs. As it is, we’re going to have to regrow every rib, his left collarbone, shoulder, and arm down to the fingers. We won’t know about organ or other damage until we can do more scans at the hospital."
"Send someone after that Chris Argen fellow, and whoever else he was staying with. I think the lot of them are in Leaky Cauldron," the other one said, as they moved him onto a stretcher. "Say, he looks quite a bit like Draco Malfoy, you don’t think…"
They all looked at each other, concerned. "Oh bloody hell, and Merlin’s dirty trousers. Someone get the aurors over to Malfoy Manor. This may have been a hit meant for them."