chapter 23

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scorpius lies on the floor, still in the form of a fox. we seem to be in the living room, decorated with leather black furniture and emerald furnishings.
draco malfoy kneels beside his son, muttering a spell while tracing his wand delicately around scorpius wounds.
the fox shivers miserably as I stand and watch the blood dry, the wounds softly closing.
draco stands and turns to my farther, shinning tears welling in his eyes.
"how could you?" he asks, staring at dad "how could you show up here after all these years with my injured son?!" he yells furiously

"well it's not my fault he-"

"I guess she wasn't there!? with her brains she could have solved this!" draco shouts

"look, you shouldn't have sent him if you didn't trust us" replies dad calmly, but I can see the anger in his eyes.

"I trusted her! I thought he'd be safe if Hermione-" his voice caught as he choked back tears "I thought he'd be safe at the burrow!" screamed draco, correcting himself

"he would have been safe if bloody death eaters had'nt attacked the house!! which was probably your fault!!" says dad, getting angry now " and don't you dare bring 'mione into this! it's not her fault!!"

"I didnt do anything! You know I left them years ago! You know I left them for her!! You know i gave all that up but she choose you!" yells Draco panting slightly

Dad looks at him, startled "I know" dad says quietly "and I'm sorry" he frowns at the floor.

I look at them, bewildered. One of their sons is dying and the others daughter is lying, traumatized, on the floor but they choose now to fight. Now, of all times.
Draco glances at me and his face softens. "he'll be alright, I promise" he says returning his atention back to scorpius. "what's your name?" he asks
"rose" my voice is dry and cracked, I fell dry tears set on my face
"let me get you a drink" he smiles and heads into the kitchen. I feel a stab in my heart, dracos face reminding me of scorpius, sharp blue eyes and shocking blond hair, a cherful lopsided smile.
Will I really see him again?
I hope so.
I miss him.

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