A New Adventure

Chapter II-Now What?

Draco immediately sent a paper airplane note, like the ones the ministry used, to inform Harry that the boy had awakened. As he looked in on the thirteen-year-old, he saw panic contort the boy's figures.

"What am I doing here?" 

"Well, my husband found you bleeding on the floor, and brought you here."

"Your husband?" Scorpius seemed confused.

"Professor Potter, we've been married for quite a while now. I think it was even in the Prophet since Skeeter can't mind her own business." Draco returned back to the current situation. "How do you feel, Scorpius?"

"Umm, numb mostly. Weak, exhausted." The young teen seemed to be telling the truth.

"Well, it could be from your emotional state or from blood loss. Maybe both. Either way, I need you to drink this. Blood-Replenishing." The child dutifully swallowed the potion, just as Harry burst in.

"How is he?" Harry was all but yelling.

"Relax, Harry, he is going to live. He's awake and took his potion. By the way, don't you have class right now?"

"I dismissed them. None of them were paying attention anyway. I've been using the first day as a syllabus day." Harry was speaking quite quickly, which Draco knew meant he was bursting with adrenaline.

"Harry, love, relax. Would you like to talk to Mr. Rookwood?" Harry just nodded.

"Scorpius, I need you to tell me what happened." Harry's voice was gentle in a way his husband had never heard before. The boy just hung his head.

"It won't matter what I tell you. My mom is gone and now I have no one." Tears glistened in the teen's eyes.

"It sucks, huh? Feeling lonely, like the world is against you."

"How would you know? You are the most famous wizard ever. You are married and the whole world loves you." Scorpius looked defiant, slightly.

"Well, I lost my parents too. and when I was little, I lived with an aunt and uncle who hated me. I was quite lonely, still am sometimes. Most people look at me and see Harry Potter, The Golden One. Everywhere I go, I get looks. People forget I'm a person. Healer Malfoy here, he's one of the people who's always seen me as just Harry. It gets lonely when people don't see you."

"All people see is my father. I'm nothing like he was." Scorpius seemed angry, which Draco figured was better than numb.

"It's hard, sometimes, escaping your name, isn't it?" Draco decided to chime in. 

"What would you know?" The anger stayed.

"You forget, I'm a Malfoy. I am also the son of a Death Eater, although a dead one. My father was very proud of our name, and he never let me forget it. And Harry here, his father was many things, and people expected those things of him too. Granted, some of his Potter-ness was true." Harry chuckled.

"So now what?" The boy looked at the couple.

"You are to check in with one of us every day. When you feel overwhelmed, you have my express permission to leave whatever class you are in and come either interrupt mine or come here to the Hospital Wing."

"How can I be allowed to do that?" Scorpius looked skeptical. 

"Being Deputy Headmaster, and school Healer gives us some advantages. I will be informing your teachers of your new accommodations, and that you will return to class tomorrow." Harry grinned, leaving Draco with the brown haired boy.