Darling, You're Mine

Epilogue (The Best You Had)

A/N: y'all, this is INSANE! when i began writing as an outlet, I never imagined so many people would actually enjoy reading it. i can't believe this is our last chapter, and it's a GOOD one. i'm attaching this song, and i think it describes this ending perfectly. i'll let you know when to play it. for the last time, enjoy :)
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3rd Person Pov

"Mom, can I talk to you?" Amélie Weasley asked her mother on her last day of Christmas break.

"Of course sweetheart." May Weasley replied, sitting down with her 16 year old daughter.

"I made a friend." She said lowly as she smiled.

"You have?" May said grabbing her daughter's hand with excitement for her. Amélie was always upset about her lack of friends.

"I have." She nodded. "Things are really hard for him at home. His father practically hates him, and I was wondering..if he could stay here during the breaks from now on. He's assured me his father wouldn't miss his presence at all."

"Of course, you know us Weasleys have a reputation of being quite hospitable." May smiled, but couldn't help but notice her daughter's lack of excitement at her answer.

"It's just um, I'm afraid you won't think that if you know who he is." Amélie slowly lost her smile as she realized it was time to tell her mother.

"Amélie, I think you underestimate how understanding I can be." Her mother smiled to herself as memories sparked of her forbidden love from long, long ago. "Who is he? I bet I went to school with at least one of his parents."

"His name is Scorpious Malfoy." May's skin pricked itself at the mention of that name. To think, after all these years, the Malfoy boy just had to be one of her daughters only friends. It had been a long time since she heard that name, yet she still saw the memory of the last time she spoke it very clearly.

May couldn't help but feel a light anger. He had lied to her when he said they'd see each other again, and she waited for years like a fool.

"What the hell did you just say?" George said, standing in the doorway of the living room angry.

"Dad please-" She pleaded.

"You will not be going anywhere near that son of a bastard." He spat angrily.

"George Weasley!" May yelled standing up.

"Amélie, go to your room." Said George looking down.

"But dad please listen." She said stepping forward towards her father, but stopping in her tracks once he spoke again.

"Room. Now." He demanded, pointing at the staircase. Amélie let out a huff and stomped upstairs.

"Are you bloody mental?" May started as soon as she heard her daughters door slam shut.

"The Malfoys are a family of selfish bastards, and I will not let our daughter be associated with them." George spoke firmly.

"Bastards? Are you forgetting how Draco Malfoy saved me?" May raised her voice stepping closer.

"Are you forgetting how he's the reason you needed saving in the first place?" George rebutted. "He killed my brother."

"Death eaters killed your brother George, so stop saying that." She rolled her eyes.

"Who do you think let the bloody death eaters into Hogwarts to start that fire in the first place?" The room fell silent. "Just because he came to the funeral doesn't mean he gets a forgiveness card. Fred is dead, and I refuse to help the family of the man who caused that." It had been 15 years since Fred died, but George still held on.