Chapter 24

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I remember when I was young and one July morning dad had told me he had brought my Christmas present already. I spent 6 months wondering what it could be, everyday I'd go down to breakfast and ask if it was a thing I had dreamt up the previous night. I remember the feeling of waiting for somthing and wanting it so badly it hurt. It's exactly how I feel now. **********

Im lying on the floor next to scorpius, as I have been for hours.

His dad said that when he could stand and walk he could change back to his human form. dads in the barthroom and dracos in the kitchen making snacks or something. I sip my water, letting the cool liquid run through my vains.

Dad bursts out from the kitchen and rushes into the living room.

"Rosie I need to go back home for at bit, do you want to come or stay here?" he asks hurriedly snatching up his coat.

"I'll stay, is everything ok?"

"yeah yeah it's fine" he replies but I sense his uncertancy in the air.

Me and mum have always been able to read dad like a book. Mum says its a woman thing but I think dads just useless at hiding his emotions.

"ok see you soon, you'll be ok here won't you rose?"

"yeah yeah it's fine" I repeat

And just like that he's gone.

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It's been half an hour since dad left. me and Draco are having a, slightly awkward convosation about quidditch.

"i used to play seeker" he told me with a glint of a smile in his eyes.

"I play keeper" I smile at him "the season isn't going very well though"

A timer sets of in the kitchen and Draco quickly dashes though the door muttering something under his breath.

Suddenly Scorpius stirs slightly and pulls him self slowly to his feet. He struggles but soon takes 5 steps across the room.I stand up and move over to him, willing him to change. I hear the familiar snap and there standing in front of me is scorpius, his shaggy hair laced with blood.

my head flushes with relief. Grinning he steps towards me, wrapping his warm, strong arms around me. I rest my head on his chest and i feel his heart beating, slow and steady.

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