𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve: Isis, Egyptian Goddess of Motherhood

I hated her so much. She would come home with all this homework that outlined basic wand usage and rules to abide by for when they were with Muggles. I would get handwriting homework, maths, basic English...everything that would set me up for Muggle high school, unlike the Hogwarts guide that is pre-magic school. Rose and Hugo really rubbed it in day after day. They were making so many friends that would go through to Hogwarts with them.

All of my friends were Muggles who wouldn't know a wand from a stick a dog played fetch with.

And I hated her so much for it.

"I knew I knew those fucking eyes!"

Scorpius tried his hardest not to spill his drink, but his dad's sudden outburst shocked him.

"Excuse me?"

He had never heard Draco use such language before, especially not as a child.

"You have his eyes. Green. Emerald green eyes. How the hell did it take me this long to figure it out? Lily? Of course we'd call his daughter that. And I always thought that he and your papa were close and that's why they died together. No! They both coincidentally died on the same day because they're the same bloody person! And then...and then...it all makes sense now...you would get so upset if we fought, and you constantly forced us into playing nice together, you little shit..."

"You should probably sit," Scorpius suggested, offering up a spot on his bed. Draco shook his head, pacing the room wildly. He barely had it in him to duck the equipment wound around the room.

"No wonder you didn't tell me. I would have killed you for saying it. Only an insane person would think that Potter..." He stopped himself. It was too farfetched to even consider saying out aloud.

"Only an insane person would think that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter would have a child together?" Scorpius supplied softly. He felt violently ill when he saw the older Malfoy recoil at the words. "You told me that you had fallen in love with Papa. Is it different now...?"

"It's-it's him! I wasn't expecting that. I can't even think of how that would have happened..."

"You kiss him all the time these days."

"That's purely physical, Scorpius."

"No it's not!" Scorpius exclaimed, tears welling up in his eyes. "My dad and my papa love each other. They always have and they always will!" He wiped at his eyes, almost angrily. "You love my papa. That's why you had me. You two stayed strong. Only someone who loves my papa would stay with him during the war the way you did. Only someone who loves him very much would. I know more than anyone how hard it is living with him, how much it hurts to have to wait for the morning to see if he's made it through or not, but you love him. Sooner or later, you will..."

"What Potter and I have at the moment isn't love, Scorpius."

"Not yet it isn't. But when you kiss him, it's right, isn't it? It's not what you felt when Uncle Theo brushed up against you like that, right?"

"Potter can't be your father," Draco objected. Scorpius hiccupped suddenly, tears coming down from his eyes.

"Harry Potter is my papa. I am Scorpius James Malfoy-Potter and my baby sister's name was Lily Cissa Malfoy-Potter. Written on your gravestone is the name Draco Hyperion Malfoy-Potter. You marry him. You have two children with him. You'll fall in love with him. You already are."

Draco ran a hand through his hair, his stomach flipping at Scorpius' words. "Your papa and I...we come from two very different places..."

"So it's alright for you to kiss him but not alright for you to marry him? You're not allowed to fall in love with him?"