Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Epilogue

«Dada is home! Daddy! Dada has returned!»

As soon as Albus stepped into the house, a little blonde head came across him, the tiny body immediately jumping onto him with a fierceness nobody could've thought it was possible to have at such a young age.

Scorpius, his husband, followed her a minute later.

«Amélie, my little witch, how are you?» the green-eyed closed the door behind him and let his bag fall on the floor to catch his daughter and hug her tightly.

Scorpius stepped closer to them, «Your little witch made her cup of tea explode today because she didn't want to drink it».

Amélie giggled and Albus looked down at her.

The six-years-old had inherited his eyes but Scorpius' hair. It was a miracle that they managed to have her. They didn't know how it had been possible: the days after the couple had celebrated their tenth anniversary, the blond had started feeling nauseous and his head dizzy, so Albus had immediately called Draco, who, after had visited him, told them to call a healer.

Just to then find out that Scorpius was pregnant.

After telling the healer their story and why they had become muggles, the old man had told them that it was a normal pregnancy because it was how it usually worked, how homosexuals soulmates could have children with magic powers too.

And so, after nine, or better, eight months, Amélie was born.

She started showing signs of magic from an early age. Precisely on the day of her fourth birthday, she was tired of people looking a lighter and so light up the candles on the cake by a blink of eyes.

Albus and Scorpius began to discuss it often, especially at night, before falling asleep, holding onto each other in bed.

«We could send her to Beauxbatons when she'll grow up. My grandma lives in France, near there, now, Narcissa. Kids could bully her in Hogwarts. Albus and Scorpius Malfoy are her parents. The one who became muggles» the grey-eyed used to argue.

«Maybe she'll want to study where her parents did. We can't decide now, Scorp. And anyway, we still have time. More than three years. Eventually, she'll tell us what she wants to do, move to France or remain here in England« Albus replied and then gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, «Now, goodnight. Tomorrow you have to wake up at seven. I love you».

«I love you more».

They lived in a not so small flat in London. Scorpius worked as a doctor in a hospital in the city centre while Albus was a psychologist in a health care studio. They both had a full degree at a muggle university and enjoyed sharing stories of what had happened during the day at dinner (Albus always keeping things professional and never overtalking about his patient's problems).

Not a single time they had regretted the choice they had made. Becoming muggles. Living wouldn't have been living without the other, so there was no space for regret.

As Scorpius repeated to Albus every night before falling asleep: «I belong with you and you belong with me».

Amélie looked up to her dads, sharing a lasting kiss after a long day of being apart because of work.

One day they were going to tell her their story, what they had to sacrifice to live a "happy ever after" together.
That day was close because the little girl had already started asking some questions «Why do I have magic powers and you don't? Or you decided not to use them?»

She was very clever for her age. She had inherited that from Scorpius, obviously.

«Granpa Draco is gonna come over to play with you tomorrow. He phoned me when I got off the metropolitan» Albus told Amélie at dinner.

«Yay! I miss grandma Ginny and grandpa Harry though. I haven't seen them in so long!» the grey-eyed exclaimed.

«We could invite them all for dinner, couldn't we?» Scorpius proposed, a smile taking shape on his lips as he saw the joy in his daughter's eyes.

«Yes! Good idea, daddy!»

Albus choked on his pasta, «When did she start calling you this way?»

«Oh, shut up, Al!»

Then they started laughing and laughing and laughing. So much and so loud that their stomachs were hurting.

No, they didn't regret anything at all.

Maybe some wounds will never heal, but you can learn how to accept them. How to love them.

the end.