Flying Blind

Chapter 22 Scorpius's Birthday Wish

Three years passed and Scorpius whom was about to turn four never stopped talking ever since he discovered his voice. He had gotten to the point where he just couldn’t make up his mind in which parent’s class room he wanted to go to, so He started spending half of the day in one class and half in the other. He was somewhat of a little teaching assistant.

He would watch the students carefully and question them on what they were learning to do. In ordinary circumstances this would disrupt classes, however under the curious scrutiny of the little Professor as the students had taken to calling him, the Students only improved. One cold November morning he awoke to find his mother’s guide elf and his favorite play mate/Nanny curled up on the foot of his bed shivering yet covered with tiny beads of sweat.

He tried to wake her but she didn’t rouse from her slumber. Getting worried he jumped from his bed and ran into his parents room. Ellenore and Draco both jumped and sat bolt upright in their bed as the door to their bedroom slammed into the stone wall. “Scorpius you should be in bed it’s not time to wake up yet,” said Draco as he looked at his pocket watch.

“Sorry Mummy, Daddy, but something’s wrong with Miss Blinky,” said Scorpius as he tugged on his mother’s hand trying to get her to come with him.

Ellenore threw off the covers of her bed and allowed Scorpius to lead her into his room. She sat softly on the edge of his bed and lifted Blinky into her arms. “Blinky, if you can hear me wake up,” she ordered as she ran her hand over the elves forehead. The elf moaned groggily.

“Mistress Blinky doesn’t feel so well,” said Blinky weakly.

“It’s going to be Okay, Blinky,” said Ellenore as she arose from the bed with Blinky in her arms.

Draco took her from Ellenore’s arms and offered to take her to the hospital wing. “Draco, Haggrid will need to be notified. He may know how to help her,” said Ellenore as she picked up Scorpius and carried him into the rocking chair in the corner of his room, where she would sit and read him stories.

“Mummy, why does Miss Blinky follow you everywhere,” asked Scorpius as he yawned sleepily?

It’s a long story, Scorp. I’ll tell you all about it one day,” said Ellenore as she listened to the sounds of Draco’s retreating footsteps as they echoed through the dungeons.

“Mummy, Please, I love long stories,” begged Scorpius. Ellenore was silent for a moment and just sat there rocking back and forth in the chair.

“Alright Scorpius, I’ll tell you the story, but afterward I want you to go back to sleep,” said Ellenore as she saw her own face through her son’s eyes.

“It all started years before you were born. I was the daughter of two very competent potions brewers,” began Ellenore.

“Mummy what does Com-pet-tent mean,” asked Scorpius as he slowly spoke the word?

“Competent means that they were very very good at brewing potions, answered Ellenore as the memory of that horrid day flooded into her mind.

“Your grandfather was teaching here at Hogwarts, and my mother and I lived alone during the school year. It was my eleventh birthday; I remember there was an explosion. I was thrown against the wall and hit my head. The next thing that I knew my house elves had dragged me under my art table and shielded me from the second blast that killed my mother.”

“Grandma Snape died like Grandpa. Is Grandma Snape a ghost like Grandpa,” asked Scorpius?

“No, Scorp. Now are you going to let me finish the story or would you prefer to ask me a hundred questions?”