𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 ~ 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐒

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊?

ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪғ ᴀʟʙᴜs ᴡᴀs ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴠᴏʟᴅᴇᴍᴏʀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ?

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Scorpius POV

The tapping of Albus' foot was the only thing audible in the silence. A silence so long I didn't know if it would ever be broken. A silence that was life threatening. Every second we spent here was wasting our time. We didn't know when she was going to show up. Nor how. We barely knew anything. A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G. Let alone how we landed ourselves being stuck thirty-nine years back in time, without a way out. We had some idea of why she was here. Or took us here. To get back her father: Voldemort.