Status: Just decided to make a fan-fiction. Let me know what you think? Comments and feedback appreciated.

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy

The train huffed smoke, as cloaked children kissed their parents, wiped away unwanted kisses, gathered their luggage and dashed onto the train as if it could get them there faster. Any ordinary muggle would be astounded by the attire, the cages with owls of all breeds, the books that seemed to be fighting their bindings as if a rabid dog. Then again, no ordinary muggle would know that there was, indeed right in King’s Crossing, a Platform 9 ¾.