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Welcome to my Life by Daphne brown

Format: Song fic
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 2,435

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild violence, Spoilers

Genres: General
Characters: Harry, Draco, Ginny, Albus, Scorpius, OC

First Published: 01/24/2017
Last Chapter: 04/28/2017
Last Updated: 04/28/2017

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Scorpius and Albus have always wanted to know what it's like being somebody else. Albus just wants to be in the spotlight for once, and Scorpius is sick of his own life in general.

title is from "Welcome to my life" by Simple Plan. I AM NOT SIMPLE PLAN, SO DON'T ASK FOR AUTOGRAPHS.

Chapter 1: Switch
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"AL!" Harry called, "SCORPIUS IS HERE!"

Albus grabbed his action figure off the floor and rushed downstairs.

"Hey Scorp!" he said, high-fiveing his buddy.


In Albus's room a few minutes later, Scorpius looked around,

"I bet it's really nice being you." he muttered

Albus shook his head.

"Jay and Lil' are always getting all the attention."

Scorpius picked up Albus's Game deck and started fiddling with it. he looked up,

"you wanna spend a week at my house? I'll stay at your house!"

Albus jumped back a few inches.

"Umm, OK... Sure."


Albus hurried back downstairs.

"DAD, DAD!" he called, "I wanna stay at Malfoy Manor 'till
Harry stared at him for a while.


Albus jumped into the air and let out a loud whoop.


"Dad said yes!" he called, ramming the door open,

"Really?" Scorpius squeaked, he looked excited and nervous at the same time.

Albus nodded furiously.


Two hours later, watching the Malfoys' Volvo pulling out of the driveway, he almost felt like calling Scorpius and backing out.


Albus whirled around, James was standing a few feet away from him, with his "admit it" smile.

"Yea." Albus muttered.


Later, Harry and Ginny dropped him off at Malfoy Manor. he looked around for a minute, a feeling of excitement washed over him, he was going to be the center of attention for the first time in his life. Scorpius's grandparents sitting on the front porch and whispering to each other.


Mrs. Malfoy looked up.

"You're the Potter kid, right?"


Mrs. Malfoy leaned over and whispered something to her husband. Mr. Malfoy looked up,

"We're your welcoming committee." Mr. Malfoy said, studying Albus

Albus stared at him in shock.

"What? Scorpius didn't tell me about any welcoming committee."

Mr. Malfoy pulled a chocolate frog out of his pocket.

"You want some candy?"

"OK." Albus replied, reaching out for the frog,

Mr. Malfoy grabbed his arm, pulled Albus towards himself, and clamped his hand over Albus's mouth. Mrs. Malfoy pushed the door open.


"Stay in there or we'll kill you." Mr. Malfoy hissed,

shoving Albus into the cupboard under the stairs and slamming the door shut. He whimpered and pounded on the door a few times.


Scorpius looked around the Potters' messy garage, a slightly rusty mini-van was in the middle, surrounded by all sorts of screwdrivers, nails, and rusty monkey wrenches.

"I don't like the garage, it's scary."

Scorpius whirled around, his duffle bag swinging and hitting Lily, she shrieked tumbled to the ground.

"Sorry 'bout that." he said, helping her to her feet.


Later he was unpacking in Albus's room. The gamedeck was nowhere to be seen. Albus had probably taken it to Malfoy Manor

"I hope Al's OK." he muttered to himself.


A few hours Later, Albus was in Scorpius's room, he sighed and flopped onto the bed, his backpack bounced off the bed and thudded to the floor. he squeezed his eyes shut, wishing everything that had happened in the last few hours was all just a nightmare.

Chapter 2: "I Wanna Go home."
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Albus opened his eyes, for a second, he expected to see the lime green walls of his room, it took him a few seconds to realize he was going to be Albus Malfoy for another five days.


Breakfast wasn't the best time of the day, Mr. Malfoy had a habit of telling Albus whenever possible that he hated kids. Draco always replied with something like

"you didn't hate kids when I was one of them.", or,

"If you really did hate kids, I would have grown up with another family.", or,

"Since when?"

today was no different.


"I wish I could kill you without getting sent to Azkaban. I hate kids." Mr. Malfoy growled, glaring at Albus.

"We get the message, you can give it a rest now. You're scaring the poor kid." Draco muttered.

Albus wanted to say something, Mr. Malfoy's constant string of snarky remarks didn't scare him, it only mildly annoyed him, but he decided to hold his tongue.

After breakfast, Albus headed upstairs to his "safe place". It was a small closet, just big enough for him to fit in comfortably.


Things weren't going much better for Scorpius at the Potter house, he felt lonely and out of place, as though he didn't belong there. When his parents had dropped him off, they'd told him over and over that they loved him, but now he wasn't so sure, he hadn't had any contact with them in the two days he'd been there.

"James," Scorpius said softly, "are you in there."

"Yea." James answered,

Scorpius pushed the door open.

"What's wrong?" James asked, seeing Scorpius's tear-streaked face.

He walked over to the bed and sat down.

"It's just my mum and dad, they haven't called." he sniffed, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.

"it's O.K. they'll call." James said, he sounded as though he cut himself off mid-sentence.

Scorpius sniffed and nodded.
“I wanna go home.” He sobbed, his voice cracking.


Albus slid his gamedeck into his pocket and poked his head out of the closet, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy weren’t around. Albus crawled out.


Later, as he was getting ready for bed, Albus noticed that his backpack, which had been completely empty for the last day and a half, was now fully packed.

“What the-“

Albus just assumed Pokey the house-elf had just cleaned up his room. He got into bed and pulled the covers over himself, he missed his parents, brother, and sister.


He woke up to a scraping sound in the middle of the night,

“Pokey, get out of here.” He grumbled.

The scraping didn’t stop. Albus shot up into a sitting position,


Nobody was in there with him. To his shock, his backpack flung itself at him, he barely had time to duck, and it hit him in the forehead and knocked him off the bed.


Harry shook Scorpius awake,

“Mmrrm.” Scorpius grumbled, rolling over to face Harry,
“Al’s calling.” Harry said, handing Scorpius the phone.

Scorpius took it,

“Why are you calling? It’s the freaking middle of the night.”

“It’s your room,” Albus sobbed, his voice shaking in fear, “it’s- there’s something wrong with it, my backpack attacked m-m-me.”

Scorpius was wide awake now,

“My place is- haunted.” Scorpius answered, his voice was constricted as he forced out the words.
“WHAT??” Albus squeaked.

Chapter 3: New School
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Albus picked up his backpack; it was lighter than it had been an hour earlier, when he had taken it down to the kitchen. The weekend was over and school was starting. He was eager to know what Scorpius’s school life was like.

“You’re going home, right?”

Albus turned around; Delphi was sitting lazily on the couch, glaring at him in that way that made him feel as though she was going to shoot lasers out of her eyes.

He didn’t know why he was intrigued by her; maybe it was her slightly mesmerizing, hiss-like voice, the way she seemed to be in several places at once (even though he knew she just apparated around), or the fact that she was a parselmouth.


“Your cousin comes here too, you’ll be just fine.” Draco whispered.

After Draco drove away, Albus turned around, Rose and a girl with short blonde curls were arguing over something only girls understood.

“Hi Rosie.” Albus called, waving to his cousin. She ignored him.

Albus ran over to her and tapped her shoulder.

“Hey Rosie,” he spotted the girl glaring at Rose, “who’s that?”

“Clair.” Rose growled.


Most of the day passed in a flash, math class was easy enough and almost everyone got a decent grade. English wasn’t hard because the teacher only asked them to write sentences, and then wrote that sentence on the whiteboard, Albus and the others just had to copy from the whiteboard.


After lunch, they headed to the auditorium for rehearsals.

“So, there’s acting class and no writing?” Albus asked Rose as they were walking to acting class.

“There’s writing on Tuesday.” Rose answered.

Clair elbowed her way between them.

“Go away, Rose!” she snarled, pushing Rose into another, smaller girl. She turned to Albus “So, where’s Scorpie?”

“What? He’s- umm… he-he’s at my house, we swapped places.” Albus stammered.

Clair gave him a pouty look. Rose wriggled between Albus and Clair.

“She has a crush on Scorpius, he doesn’t like her, and she’s an obsessive little freak.”

“She seems nice.” Albus replied. He started playing with his backpack straps.

Rose rolled her eyes,

“Really Al, once she gets the idea that you like her, she’ll stick to you like a magnet.” She bumped her fists together, “you’re making the biggest mistake in your life. Oh, and she’s also a lovesick squid, she had six crushes in one year, that includes Scorp.”


“ALBUS, YOU’RE SAYING IT WRONG!!” Mr. Lotther, the acting teacher, shouted.

Albus groaned.

“Romeo talks funny,” He complained, “and this ladder wobbles.”

Mr. Lotther pulled his wand out and waved it.

“There, it won’t wobble anymore.”


Albus flopped onto the couch.

“How’d things go today?” Astoria asked, setting a tray of biscuits onto the coffee table.

“Acting sucked.” Albus growled, watching Voldemort levitate a biscuit into his mouth.

Delphi looked up from her book and said something in parseltounge to Voldemort, who patted her on the shoulder and hissed softly to her, she let out a relived sigh and went back to reading.


Scorpius stalked into the football, at his school, they had sports three times a week. They didn’t even play football at his school; they played things like tennis, volleyball, and doge ball. He sucked at kicking.

“Hey Scorp, you wa’a be on my team?”

Scorpius looked up, his new friend, Gary, was grinning at him.

“No thanks, I don’t want to lose the game for your team.” Scorpius mumbled.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be so hard on yourself, football’s a piece of cake, you just kick a ball around.” Gary smirked, the same look Scorpius saw on Voldemort’s face every time he (Voldemort) remembered killing someone, “MAJOR points if you hit Alicia Hector.”

Scorpius knew Alicia Hector; she was in math class with him. She chased boys around, asking them to marry her, she was a spoiled brat who never listened to the teacher, and pouted when she didn’t get exactly her way.


Football wasn’t very hard; Scorpius scored three goals in a row, his team ended up winning.


“How was school today?” Harry asked.

“Great.” Scorpius mumbled through a mouthful of cookie.


A/N Hey guys, it’s Daphne! Hope you liked the chapter! Voldemort is Delphi’s dad! This chapter has mostly about Albus; next one will be centered on Scorp.

Chapter 4: Going Home
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Scorpius tapped his pencil on his desk, it was good to get away from Clair, but Alicia’s constant angry screaming kept him from getting his schoolwork done.

“I WANT TO!!!”

“HEY ALICIA, WILL YOU SHUT UP FOR ONCE, THERE’S PEOPLE TRYING TO DO SOME MATH HERE!!!” Gary yelled, his voice ringing out as clear as a bell, echoing around the room, everyone else went dead quiet. “Thank you.”

Scorpius looked back to his math,
3,476 x 23

3 x 6 = 18

3 x 7 = 21 + 1 = 22

3 x 4 = 12 + 2 = 14

3 x 3 = 9 + 1 = 10

2 x 6 = 12 + 1 = 13

2 x 7 = 14 + 1 = 15

2 x 4 = 8 + 1 = 9

2 x 3 = 6

He wrote the answer down: 79,948.


Scorpius pushed the door open; Ginny was in the kitchen, trying to take a box of butter cookies out of its plastic packaging.

“Oh, hi Scorp.” She said, not looking at him.

He walked into the living room and plopped onto the couch. He saw Lily sitting on the floor, drawing Pusheen Cat as a flight attendant.

“Hey Lil’.” He said,

She turned around and gave him a pouty look, “Only mum gets to call me that.” She whined.

“Albus calls you that too.” Scorpius answered.

Lily made a pouty face and sound like Clair on the edge of a tantrum.


Scorpius flopped onto Albus’s bed, the lime green color made him feel a little uneasy. He didn’t like being in there alone.

“Hey Scorp,” James said, knocking on the door, “Al’s on the phone.”

James handed the phone to Scorpius.

“Hi Scorp,” Albus said, “I wanna swap back.”



Harry pushed the doorbell, and Draco answered it. He saw his great-aunt Bellatrix (who was a cat animagus) turn back into a fluffy black cat, Scorpius turned around, Harry was scratching his head.

“Was that Bellatrix Lestrange? I thought she was dead.”

Draco gave Harry a confused look “No.”

Scorpius strolled into the house as though he had no problems, even though he had a lot. He saw Mrs. Malfoy glaring at him from the couch. She’d never liked him much. He saw Albus out of the corner of his eye, but he didn’t wave, he didn’t even look at his friend, he didn’t feel like he had enough energy.


Scorpius had never liked being at home, but now, that was all he wanted to do: just stay in his room and build Lego skyscrapers. He heard Draco, Harry, and Albus talking in the living room.

“Scorp,” Astoria said, poking her head into his room, “Albus is going home, you want to say bye?”

He didn’t feel like joining in. “No thanks.”


Albus ran to Harry and hugged him, Harry ruffled his hair,
“You want to go home?”

Albus nodded furiously. “Yea.”


Scorpius put a 4x6 plate on top of his half-finished Lego ship; he’d already built three boats and few houses. He picked up 2x4 brick and pressed it in the center of the 4x6 plate.



Scorpius looked away from his sandwich; Clair was running over to where he and Rose were sitting. She tried to squeeze between Scorpius and Rose, but they just scooted closer to each other.


A/N: Hey guys, it’s Daphne! Hope you liked my story, it’s my first fanfic (not really, I have a couple on my phone) and I’m not a pro at writing, so any questions, comments, or criticism would be appreciated, I don’t take advice from non-Potterheads, though. Moral of the story: if you don’t like your life, swapping with somebody else won’t fix anything.