Thank You, Dad

[7]

"Miss Lovegood, would you be so kind as to give my daughter and I a moment alone?" Dad says softly, not with the usual strict and harsh tone he usually had when talking with other students.
She nods quickly, glancing at my shaking form before curtly turning around, closing the door gingerly behind her.

"Wipe your tears, dear. You know I hate it when you cry." His ghostly hand caresses my hair. I sniffle, pushing back fallen strands that stuck to my wet face.
"Dad, it's so unfair." Even trying to talk brought tears back to my eyes.
"I know, hun, I know."

"Severus, may I see her?" A familiar kind voice called from behind my father.
"Of course, Delaphine." He moves to the side, allowing space in front of me.
Next thing I know, a heavenly white dress flows onto the planks, a pale hand reaching for my chin. Even though she couldn't lift my head to look at her, I obliged, doing it for her.
She's just as beautiful as she was in the woods.

"My, my, how you've grown." She revels in the moment, eyes glistening with motherly care.

"SPARE ME!"

All heads turn to Tom; who kindly crashed the moment.
"I did not die to constantly be choked on your family love." He mocked, rolling his eyes as he stepped further daringly.
I stand up, grunting as I struggled.

"If you don't recall, it was I who ended you, so I'd watch your tone." I warned as Tom and I circled each other, the two of us like lions dueling for power.
I limped, he treaded carefully.

"How dare you, you insolent bitch!" He seethed, eyes widening with maddening rage. His eyes burned with what looked like the flames of Hell.

"You are a disgrace to the Riddle name! You are the gum on the boots of the Descendants of Salazar. Even I thought the Snape family tree could sink no lower being half breeds, but I stand corrected."
He hisses, finally stepping in front of me in a confronting manner.

"And to think I had faith in such a weak mudblood-mixed shit-pot like you."

I whip out my wand, casting a silent spell.
Fire strands wrap around Tom's frame, as other circles of explosive flames burn him in all directions.

"Even though I'm dead, I didn't think you'd have it in you. Did you learn that one from Albus? Foolish sod." He chuckles, stepping out of the dwindling fire.

"DON'T YOU DARE DISRESPECT HIS NAME!" I roared, teeth clenched.

"Darling, I think it's best you leave." A somber voice cuts through the thick tension that suffocated the room. As I turn to meet the voice, platinum blonde catches my eyes.
Standing before me is a much older Draco, around his 30's. He had on a full black suit with a signature silver tie; his chiseled face contoured beautifully with a 5 o'clock shadow, his hair trimmed nicely and parted neatly.
His hands were placed on the shoulders of another being standing in front of him. He had grey-blue eyes and almost white hair, just like his father.

Tears unknowingly well up in my eyes at the sight of the beautiful boy. I bend down to be face-height with him.
"Is-is he, mine?" I whisper, almost like I was afraid to say it. Draco's kind eyes brighten, his angel-sent smile appearing. "Of course, love."

I quick breath escapes my lips in exasperation.
My child. I'm going to have a child. I'm going to be a mother-

"What are we going to name him?" I gleam, unable to wipe the huge grin off my face.
He seems to ponder for a moment, like he was asking himself if he should tell me or leave it a surprise.

"Well, I've always liked the name Scorpius."
"You and your damn constellations." I laugh.

I think on it for a second, finally coming to an arrangement.
"Alright, we can name him Scorpius- if his middle name can be Hyperion."
"You and your damn mythology." He beams.

"I'm sorry to cut in on this precious moment, angel, but you really should be off." Mother smiles apologetically.
"Yes, you have had the most chaotic day." Father sends a glare to Tom.

I hesitate, but nod, deciding against resisting.
In that moment, I felt the tug on my heartstrings, the same tug Luna felt.

"Get going, Spectacular Snape. Wouldn't want to miss out on getting your gold star for 'saving the world.'" Riddle sneered.
"Oh, do us all a favor and shove a cock in it." Draco snaps, sending daggers through Voldemort.

With a laugh, and a fluttery feeling in my chest, I wave my wand, casting my family into shimmer.

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. My scorpion of light.