(HP) When Time Isn't Enough

Chapter 3

Angerona, Roman Goddess of Secrecy

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I remember the morning of my dad's tenth year anniversary. It was only a few weeks after my fifteenth birthday, and it was no different from the other years. Papa was ready to go to the cemetery long before I was out of bed. He was gone before I had finished my breakfast. It didn't bother me. I know how much he likes his private time with Dad.

When I got there, he was curled up between Dad's grave and Lily's grave. He couldn't stop crying. Not like I could blame him, though. I can't even imagine what it would be like to lose the love of your life and your daughter.

I settled beside him, making sure I wasn't on either of my family members, and cuddled him. He wouldn't stop shaking. That was normal.

I always hated seeing Papa like this. He would cry until he had nothing left in him and gingerly walk home, rather than Apparate. I'd Floo out, the same way I got there.

The Malfoy cemetery wasn't too far from the estate and had its own house connected. It's from there that I can Floo in and out of the place. I only visit three times a year. The warden tends to the graves. I never knew how often Papa visited.

It took Papa forever to get home that day. It wasn't like him to keep me waiting like that. He knew how much I hated it; how much I worried about him. When he did, he went straight to bed.

A week later, he was gone.

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Harry was thinking the exact same thing as Malfoy had been. What had happened wasn't normal. The lack of animosity between the two was beyond strange. He was with Malfoy and they hadn't fought once. He even promised to hide certain facts about Lucius Malfoy.

"I'm doomed," he muttered to himself as he reached the seventh floor. He knew Hermione and Ron would be waiting for him in the common room.

In a situation very similar to the bombardment he suffered the night before, Harry found himself at the mercy of Hermione's questions yet again.

Naturally, Hermione wanted to know everything there was about Harry's secret errand this Scorpius kid he had spent so much time thinking about.

"What errand did Snape want you to run?"

"He just wanted me to take Scorpius to Malfoy," Harry responded easily. He instantly wanted to return to those dungeons.

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Draco's eyes widened as he saw Scorpius' make-shift room. It was the same size as Severus' office, he instantly noticed, and was lined with more books than he could have imagined. A tiny bed was situated in one corner, but Muggle chemistry and advanced potion brewing equipment was connected throughout the room. He had to duck and dodge between the pumps, vials and tubes of the set up.

"Where did you get all this stuff?" Draco asked as Scorpius ducked to get towards his bed. It looked as if he had been there all his life already. "Is your bedroom like this at the Manor?"

Scorpius had to laugh at that. "Papa gave me hell for it."

"I can't imagine Severus lending you all this in the time you've been here..."

"I brought it all with me." With that, Scorpius tapped his bag. "Only the basics, though."

Draco's grey eyes roamed the room as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to Scorpius. "Yeah, basics, obviously."

Rolling his eyes as his dad's sarcastic comment, Scorpius grabbed the only book on his bed. "This is your work journal. I can't let you see it, though, since you name Papa a few times. But it has every potion you've ever tried to tweak. It's how I've gotten so good."