when air finally returns to my lungs I feal queasy and sick. dad stands next to me clutching scorpius to his chest. the night air brushes my face as I look up to see a dark house rimmed with neat gardens, fenced off with a huge spiralling black gate.
Malfoy Manor, I'd seen it once in the paper. dad rushes up to the gate and presses his wand against his throat. his voice booms through the grounds, 100 times louder than usual. "draco! look, I know we haven't spoken in years but your son, he's...he's..."
I can't take it anymore, why can't he just open the gate his son is in trouble!
"he's dying you coward! just open the bloody gate!" I scream. I don't need a spell, my voice echoes effortlessly around the gardens.
dad looks at me, shocked then smiles.
the gate clicks, I leap forwards shoving the gate open with the small amount of strength left in me.
a tall man dressed in black shorts and loose shirt. he looks exactly like scorpius but older, taller, wiser.
he rushed up to us a worried look on his face.
"scorpius?" he ask, looking at me straight in the eye.
I nod quickly as he leans over scorpius, lying in dads arms.
"bring him inside" he says hurriedly "he's still breathing"
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hexed
FanfictionA story of an unlikely friendship between Rose weasley and Scorpius malfoy and their time at Hogwarts
