Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Prologue

Scorpius hadn't ever really liked the Malfoy Manor. Too huge and full of ghosts for his tastes. So when his father decided to demolish it and move in another house, two years after his mother's death, the almost-sixteen-year boy was, fortunately, not so upset.

He wanted to go on too. He wanted a change, just like his father.

«Go to the library and see if there's any book you want to bring with you, before we leave» Draco Malfoy's voice was deep, monochord. Scorpius didn't like it. But he had known for a very long time how he felt, how depression had hit him hard after Astoria's death.

«Yes, father-»

«Dad, Scorpius. I told you»

The white-haired boy nodded and went out of the living-room where they were having their last meal in that house. He started walking through the corridors fulls of dust quickly, wanting to reach the library as soon as possible.

He loved reading. He loved books. Especially the old ones that were in the Malfoy Manor. His father had allowed him to read and bring many to Hogwarts and even when he was little. Much to many people surprise, Lucius' son used to read his only child fairytales, before going to bed, when he was just a toddler.

His friend, well, best-friend, Albus Potter, had told him that his father was better than his. Scorpius didn't know, he didn't live with Harry Potter, but he disagreed anyway.

He knew his father wasn't telling him something. He had understood it many years ago. But what could it be?

It was while walking through the library hallways, when a book, a petit, dark green one, fell just in front of his feet, forcing him to stop.

Scorpius took it as a signal. Destiny, maybe.

It didn't take long for the blue-eyed boy to realise it was a diary, from his size and his binding.

Without thinking twice, unaware of what he was going to read, discover, Scorpius, with his bright and, at the same, stupid, curiosity, opened it on the first page.

There wasn't a name or anything. However, he could recognise his father's elegant and smooth calligraphy.

"More often than at times, I think so much in my head until my heart breaks in my hands and I can only watch as it slowly falls apart.
I can only look at each bleeding piece and put them back together only to have my thoughts break it all over again. Sometimes, I just want to look at the bright side and live my life to the fullest. Other times, I just want to forget everything and run away from my life. Sometimes, life feels like a friend. Most of the time, it feels like a hand tightening around your throat. I don't always feel sad, I just rarely feel happy that's all.

The idea of you reading what I write about you scares the hell out of me, But at the same time, whenever I write something, I just hope that somehow, It'll find its way to you, unintentionally.

This much of love should be hidden.

Nothing has ever hurt me more than loving you. I've become a dusty shoebox shoved far under the bed, full of an old love. One day someone will pull a piece of me out to try to figure out where my heart went wrong and all they'll find is water damaged love letters. Someday we will forget all about this. I will forget how you looked at me and I will stop dreaming about you every single night, wishing for you to come back. You will forget the way I laughed at every little thing you said and how I was different; happier, with you. We will be too far away from each other and we will have forgotten everything. Someday, what we had wouldn't matter anymore, and I will never cry for you again. The world is ending tomorrow,  but at least I met you when things were still soft. Before the sky fell into the ocean, and back when my dad would only joke about the world ending, and I would laugh because it never seemed like a possibility. At least I met you in another life. Teach me how to forget, teach me how to let go of the hope that it will all come back. Can you teach me how to stop being so nostalgic for a life we no longer have?
I hate you so much, Harry Potter„

And in that precise moment, Scorpius knew he had fucked up.