Harry Potter (19 Years Later)

Chapter Seven- Puzzle Pieces

Scorpius

 

Early in the morning, the library is dead quiet. As I walk down the aisles, I can hear Madame Pince muttering to herself in her office. Her hair blankets her face as she leans down towards her desk, her pencil scratching across paper. Some part of me wonders if she’s writing to Filch, the old caretaker that used to roam the halls, yelling at students and the occasional ghost. Or at least that’s what dad tells me.

Shaking my head, I give myself a mental shove. “Leave the suspicions to Rose.” I mutter. Rose, the very reason that I’m in the library in the first place. Really, It doesn’t surprise me, the fact that she’s running around claiming that something suspicious is living in a boat shed. She is related to Harry Potter after all. I sit myself down at one of the long mahogany tables that are pushed up against the bookshelves. The books that I held in my arms tumbled onto the desk, and I flicked on the lantern that hung above me.

Reading and researching was a good way to forget about all of the little things that seemed to be making me mad. Christmas for example. I bugged me how Rose and Scorpius had so much family to celebrate with, friends like Diana whose parents didn’t have rivalries with other parents. My family seemed to have a lot of those. It was probably going to be me, mum and dad, along with grandpa and grandma, alone in the family mansion. Not that we lived in that mansion anymore. Every time we walked into that building, I got a million chills up my spine. Dad did too, I could tell by the way that his face went pale, and the way that his shoulders tensed up. For as long as I could remember, we’ve been living in a house on the coast, one close enough to the ocean that you could feel the cold air radiating off of the water. A mansion still, but at least mom’s cheesy home decor made it feel more like home.

I’ve seen the pictures of Rose’s house. Albus’s too. Rose and her little brother Hugo lived in a big enough house, Hermione and Ron were both big in the ministry after all. The walls were made of faded red brick, Ivy climbing up the outside. Inside was probably filled with book shelves, that and samples of products from weasleys wizard wheezes. James, Albus and Lily had a cute little cottage in Godric's hollow, filled with hand me down’s from Ginny’s parents, but matched with the brand new treasures brought home by Harry. In one picture Al showed me, Harry sat on an old couch, covered in quilts and pillows, with baby Lily on his lap. Ginny stood behind him, little Albus in her arms. And judging the finger that covered the edge of the photo, I could only guess that James was taking the picture. Their smiles were real, just like the laughs that their lips hinted at through the photos. My family was a lot different.

“Scorpius?” Came a voice from behind me. Diana, Rose and Albus pulled up chairs next to mine, Albus leaning against the table as Rose opened one of the books, Diana reading over her shoulder.

“We thought that you were still sleeping.” Albus said. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair, the very hair that pegged him as Harry Potter’s son, just as my bleach blond hair marked me as Draco Malfoy’s.

“Nah. I skipped breakfast, I wanted to start researching instead.”

Rose looked up from her book, shaking her head.

“Good thing I saved this muffin then.” She through the baking at me, and I caught it swiftly. Picking off the wrapper I tossed the garbage onto the table, and stuffed the muffin into my mouth.  

“Thanks Rose.”

“Mmmhmm.” Rose replied, her eyes glued to the pages of the book once again.