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Prologue
The deliberate pace of the two young men would have been a sure clue for any observer of the motive of their mission. Not that anyone was around to notice. It was around two o'clock in the morning, but the night seemed so much longer than that for the young Aurors.
The messy-haired brunet broke the silence, turning towards his platinum haired companion. "You don't have to stay. I can tell her." They stood side by side less than ten feet from their dreaded destination. The blond didn't answer, only shaking his head to indicate his desire to stay. His friend frowned, "Scorpius, please. She's my cousin. Anyways, I'm sure Rose will be worried about you. It's late." He meet Scorpius' eyes, a pleading look begging him to take his offer. In some aspects, Albus was right. His lack of familial as well as his lack of substantial connection to the case, if it was that yet, did not indebt him to stay to weather the explosion behind the cherry red door of the small, but meticulously kept-up home. "You'll be back soon enough, after the rest of the family finds out, Rose will be pulled into this mess, taking you with her." Albus continued. "My father will probably be here momentarily regardless, I mean, Teddy was his godson. Eventually every member of the Weasley-Potter clan will be roused and called over and I'd assume Rose would much rather hear it from you rather than someone else."
"She and Teddy were close."
"I know."
"She's going to be hysterical."
"I know."
"What the hell happened tonight, Al?" Scorpius ran a hand over his face, his grey eyes weary and upset. He didn't expect an answer. Al didn't know anymore than he did. Which was nothing. Nothing, except for the fact the Teddy Lupin's dead body, mutilated almost beyond recognition, had been found just after closing time by a Diagon Alley shopkeeper.
A popping noise was heard, indicating the arrival of Harry Potter, who appeared seconds later behind his son, his eye's undoubtedly misty behind his glasses. "Just go home, Scorp." Albus said. "She'll need you more than we do."
Signing in resignation, Scorpius nodded to Albus and pulled out his wand. With a crack, he disappeared from the father and son standing on the solemn street.
Without exchanging a word, the two Potter's trudged the remaining ten feet to the front door of Victoire Lupin's, née Weasley, residence.