LbN: No more dark stuff after this. I need to write something cheerful...


"Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" Scorpius asked. They'd just Apparated into his driveway.

"Nah, I should get back to my place. Mum's probably compulsively checking her watch." Albus leaned in to kiss him. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Alright," Scorpius smiled. "Good night." He kissed Albus again and watched him Disapparate. As he walked into his house, he had an odd sensation that something was off. Quietly, he dropped his bags by the door and changed. In his dog form he sniffed around for a moment. Something was definitely off. He made his way up the stairs, quietly and quickly. He passed his rooms, not seeing anything out of the ordinary, changed back. Grabbing some pajamas and pulling them on, he made his way to his parents' wing of the house. "Dad? Mum?" he called out softly. The hallway was dark. He slipped in something and pulled out his wand. "What the hell? Lumos maxima." He gagged as he saw what he'd slipped in.

There was blood. Everywhere.

Silently, Scorpius sent a Patronus to Albus. With trembling hands, he pulled open the door to his parents' room. They were lying on the ground in front of the door, with gashed across their bodies.

"So glad you could join us," a voice to his left said.

"Grandfather, what—"

"Spare me. You know I did it. You know why I did it."

"No, actually." He bent down next to his mother, looking for signs of life.

"Stand up, Scorpius. They died about an hour ago. What we need to talk about, is you."

Scorpius stood, mind reeling. "Why?"

"Because the distinction between pureblood and halfblood and mudblood may be blurred for some, but it is not for me," Lucius said. "Here are the terms of your life as the sole heir to the Malfoy name: You will break all connections with Potter. Your last year will be spent at Durmstrang. You—"

"No."

"No?"

"No."


"So did you get to see everything you wanted?" Lily asked.

"Yeah, pretty much. We didn't hit Italy as hard; we were tired. But we saw a lot."

A floating shape came down and landed on the table. The tiger said, "Al, I need you. Bring your dad. Hurry."

"Dad?"

"Where is he?"

"He's at his house," Albus said, grabbing his dad's wrist. "Got your wand?"

"Yeah, let's go."


The door had been open. Albus stayed behind his father, walking quietly. When they came upon Scorpius's parent's wing, he stopped. "Dad?" he whispered.

"Stay here. Don't follow me." Harry sent a Patronus to the Ministry before peeking into the room. "Merlin."

"Lucius."

Harry turned quickly and disarmed the only surviving Malfoy. "Albus, go wait outside."

"What did he do?" Albus asked softly. He tried to get into farther into the hallway, but Harry stopped him. It was too late, though. "S-scorpius?"

"Go wait outside."

"The dissolution of a dynasty indeed," Lucius said. "His blood is on your hands."

"Stupefy!" Harry yelled.

Albus moved toward the doorway. He saw Draco and Astoria Malfoy lying in blood on the floor. Scorpius, however, wasn't bloody or mangled in any way. He was on the floor as well, a few feet from his parents. Albus knelt beside Scorpius. From a distance, he heard his dad calling his name. He vaguely registered a hand on his shoulder before passing out.


The funeral was small, but beautiful. Albus had made sure of that. "Can I be alone for a moment?" he asked his father, as people began to disperse.

"Of course," Harry said. "We'll wait for you over by the pond."

Albus waited until everyone was a good distance away before taking a picture out of his pocket. It was of him and Scorpius in front of the Parthenon.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Albus stood quickly and turned. "What do you want?" he asked Ethan McDermott. "This was a private funeral."

"Just wanted to offer my condolences. And to see if you had anything you'd like to say about…the incident." Another reporter and photographer came out of the woods behind him, ready with camera and notepad.

"Hey!"

They both turned and saw Harry coming back down the hill.

"Get the hell away from my son."

"We're just wondering if Albus has any statements on what happened."

"His boyfriend just died," Harry growled. "Have some decency."

"It could be cathartic for the lad," the photographer said.

"It's okay, Dad," Albus said quietly.

Harry looked at his son closely. He looked quite calm, but Harry could tell there was a storm brewing.

"You want to know what happened? Fine. Lucius Malfoy killed Scorpius and his parents after he found out we were dating. He found out because, even though my father had told you to stay away from me and my siblings, you ran an article in the Prophet about us. And I miss him. There's your statement."

Albus turned and walked back up the hill. He felt a hand on his shoulder as his father caught up with him, but he didn't look at him. He didn't look back, or ahead at the mourners. He kept his eyes on the trees as he walked away from the Scorpius's grave.

LbN: Thanks for reading! All of your reviews were much appreciated. Like I said, the next story is going to be long and a lot more cheerful.