Once he was out the door, he flew off in the direction of England, delivering the envelope to its recipient, Ginny Weasley.

"Have we met before?" the man questioned curiously, his brows knitting together.
 
"I'm not going to answer until you tell me who you are," she shot.
 
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he answered.

"And what do you think they did down there, Palmer? What did you do about that?"
 
Sophie glared at her, her eyes squinting slightly. "Nothing because I'm not going to come to someone's aid who's in the wrong and treats people like they're the scum underneath their shoes. Besides, they've treated me better in the first minute of knowing me then you have in the first ten minutes."

 "I think you're ready to really fly now," Louis said. She shook her head at him quickly. "Oh, come on, you've done great this far. It'll be fine, I promise. I won't let anything happen to you."
 
"Promise?" she asked as she looked at him.

All of the air that had filled Sophie's lungs escaped her. Her throat was dry and tears welled in her eyes. Her heart was beating wildly as she began to feel sick, and the color in her face drained. 

 "Will you shut up?! Just shut up!" she suddenly screamed, her emotions now overcoming her. "Don't you think I've been questioning my decision after all these years?! Do you think it was easy lying to you?! To my family?!"

 
"You certainly made it seem that way!" he shouted. "Have you been taking tips from Harry's book? Making everyone believe that someone's dead when they're really not? How could you do that after you know firsthand how it felt?!"

"If you were honest from the beginning things may be completely different!" Ginny shouted as she stood from her chair.

"Oh, come on! If you knew Potter was alive the whole time nothing between us would've happened! But it did! And, out of the two of us, any normal person wouldn't have chosen the one who pretended to be dead for years!"

"I better get going."

"Before you go," she said as she fished through her robes. After a moment, she pulled out a locket and handed it to Sophie. "Here, I'd like you to have this."

"Y-You mean?" Mrs. Weasley started, not able to finish her question. 
 
Healer Rodanthe took in a deep breath as she looked around at the large family. "Without the spell, she wouldn't be breathing on her own."

 "No, I don't have to."

"Then why?" she asked as she turned back to him.
 
"Do you want the truth?" he answered softly as he stepped to her closer, their bodies touching.

"I've had a couple short months, not even that, with her, to get to know her. Then I come to find out that you've seen her and continued to see her through the years! You've had time with her that I should've had! You've had time with her that I will never have or could possibly ever have with her!" 

"It's not going to happen. Take a deep breath. No one's going to be able to link you to anything. It's just her word against yours. There's no evidence to prove you had anything to do with it."

At her words, Draco pulled away, stood, and helped Ginny up. He then took her hand and led her inside, closing the door behind them.

 "Why did Mum do it?" Scorpius asked quietly, his eyes on the floor.

Draco sighed. "I wish I knew. I wish I could go back and change everything, especially so you and Sophie wouldn't have to go through what you are." 
 
"Will Sophie be okay?" 
 
"I'll make sure of it."

 "To new beginnings."

The five of them became silent. Sophie looked at the four and how upset and defeated they seemed to be. After a couple of minutes of a silent debate with herself, she cleared her throat, and whispered, "Maybe you don't have to."