𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven: Morpheus, Greek God of Dreams

I can remember the funeral. I can remember everything that happened. How I was feeling at the time escaped me. The fifth year was perhaps the year I really felt it.

A girl in my Muggle school had lost her mother in the fight. Her mother was a squib and had done everything she could to keep her daughter away from the wizarding life, just as Papa had done for me. They had their connections within the Ministry and she was killed for it.

It was only then when it sunk in. This girl, like me, had lost one of her parents to the war. She and her father would never be the same, just like Papa and me. We were all we had.

I hated that anniversary. It was the first time I snuck out of the house. I went straight to his grave and cried and cried. And then I saw Lily's grave and I cried even harder.

If Papa was angry with me, he didn't show it. He arrived a few hours later and wrapped me up in a blanket before he Apparated with me. He tucked me into my bed for the first time in years and went back to the cemetery.

It hurt so much more than I could ever imagine. And it was one of the few memories that still have me crying when I look back at it.

Scorpius shot forward in bed, the tears already drowning him. It wasn't very often that he dreamt about these things.

He threw the blankets off him and grabbed his Invisibility Cloak without a second thought.

He needed the comfort of his dad.

It had been a long time since Draco had shared a bed with anyone. A few months back, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise for someone to crawl into his bed with him in the middle of the night, urgent with bodily needs.

Now, when he felt the mattress dip with another's weight, he was bothered.

Especially when he couldn't see whatever it was that was sliding under the blankets.

"Scorp?" he asked dozily, hoping to hell that he was right.

Luckily for him, the Cloak was removed, leaving a very visible Scorpius to curl into his arms. He could feel his son shaking with tears; could hear the choking sobs and hiccups.

"What's wrong?" he whispered tenderly, rocking back and forth with the boy.

"They took you away from me. They killed you and Lils. Papa...he should have hated me for what I did that day, I went to you before he did...I hate dreaming about you."

Draco merely shushed him, holding him tightly.

"Why didn't you come back as a ghost? You would have made me and Papa so happy. We could have seen you whenever we wanted to. It hurt so much. We would have those days at school where you're meant to bring your parents in and I never could. Papa was too busy with the war and you were dead...I could never do those things." He was sobbing so hard that Draco didn't know what to do.

Scorpius rarely did anything but smile, so these tears ripped Draco apart. He hated seeing his son in such a state and was thankful that he had dealt with this only once before

But that didn't help the matter at all. He hadn't been there for Scorp's life. He hadn't been there when the boy needed him to hold him. Just the thought of little Scorpius crying for him tore him to pieces. He knew that his death had affected Scorpius deeper than his son would ever show it.

"Draco pressed a tender kiss to Scorpius' forehead, trying to soothe him. "I'm here now. We're together here."

His tears just continued until he had cried himself to sleep.