Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter twenty-nine

"Dear Albus and Scorpius.
Yes, I wrote "Dear Albus and Scorpius" and not Potter and Malfoy but get used to it.
Don't worry, this letter won't be too long, you know I'm not the type to write these kinds of things, but for some reason, today I felt like I needed to. I wanted to.
So here I am.
You know, things here at Hogwarts are particularly... normal without you two. Boring, more than normal. You haven't heard this from me, but your families freaked out when they noticed you hadn't arrived here and that you hadn't stepped on the Hogwarts Express either. But then I heard someone saying that you father, Albus, went to talk with Dumbledore and that the same evening he, Draco Malfoy, Ginny and Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, spent the entire night in the office doing only God knows what.

I have been going out with a guy, you know? He's a Hufflepuff and he's in the seventh year like us, or better me. He kinda follows me around everywhere I go like a puppy and he cares about me a lot. I told him about my... struggles with eating and he's really trying to help me. He told me that even managing to say that I have an eating disorder out loud is a big step further. He's so lovely and caring. His name's Elliot and he's helping me more than the therapist I used to meet last summer.

You haven't heard this from me either, and this is probably the first and last time you'll hear this from me, but I miss you a lot. Both of you. Fortunately Scorpius, we managed to spend some time together during the summer, but you and I, Albus, we didn't. And now I regret that because I miss having you two lovebirds around me a lot. Especially now that I won't be the third wheel anymore.

Please, promise me that you'll try to stay safe and to return here as soon as possible. I'm not the only one who needs you here, but also your families do (although I'm jealous because you two are mine, and my only, dorks).

God, I'm going soft. Let's finish this here with the big bomb: in conclusion, I miss you a lot and I love you.

Michelle Parkinson (the Great).

P.S. don't bang too much! Ah oops, sorry, you can't. Or you would blow things up. Anyway, if you do it, use protections".

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Scorpius and Albus kept going with their search. They had spent a whole week in Glasgow to just knock at two doors, but it was always the same story. Nobody answered.

They decided to proceed anyway and went to Edinburgh. It was all about Portkeys and train rides.

«At least we're together...» Scorpius mumbled one time, more to himself rather than to the green-eyed, who was sleeping peacefully, his head on the blond's chest since he wanted to be the little spoon that night on the train.

«You're not a spoon, you're a knife» the taller had replied. They had discussed and then laughed at it for five good minutes.

But now they had arrived in Montrose and it was as if the magic had been broken. The spell that had been cast before wasn't there anymore and had been substituted with an oppressive silence who weighed among their shoulders like the sword on Damocles' head.

It terrified Albus. So much. He still had to create more memories for him before he... had to kill him and never forgive himself. He had to. He had left London just for it.

So before they could've arrived at the motel where they had decided to sleep that night, he had spoken: «What if we go to the beach?»

The taller, who was walking in front of him on the road, had immediately stopped and turned to him, «What?»

«Yeah, we have never been to the beach together» he had tried to sound as reasonable as possible but there was still surprise on the other's face. He hadn't foreseen that.