A/N: Hey! This is the story I wrote for the "All Grown Up" Next Gen Challenge by learn to steer by the stars. My pairing was Scorpius and Dominique, and my jobs were Auror and Waitress at the Leaky Cauldron. This is just the prologue, so work with me.
They were close as children. They played once they met at Hogwarts, were the unbeatable Slytherin duo, the beater and the seeker. They did everything together. Did homework, ate, went to Hogsmeade, and even went to dances together.
As friends of course. (Or so they said)
People would tell them 'you two would be so good together' and 'are you two dating?'
But Dominique, the one who always represented them when they were being referred to, waved those questions away. "Just friends." and if she gave Scorpius time to answer, he'd always add "best friends."
But he always thought of them as more. They were inseparable, (or so they thought.)
When they graduated, she disappeared.
No one could find her, she left no path to follow, no clues to follow. She gave nothing to anyone.
Except for him that was.
Just a postcard with a dragon scale on a string and an old muggle poem:
'Lilies and roses may lay in my wake
My body has left you
My soul you may take.
Eternally to you,
Dom'
He told no one.
He read it over and over, analyzing each detail. He asked Rose and Lily (Both of whom he had dated at one point in time) if they knew anything about her location, but they were clueless. He was the only one given a letter. (And he knew it was because she loved him, more than she knew)
Later, Bill would discover that she had been in Romania for a month. Charlie never knew she was missing. ("Merlin, Bill," he had said, "She started flying dragons like it was playing Quidditch. She... She got a little hurt, and the next day she was gone.")
And that was the last Scorpius heard of Dominique.
After six years, she was declared dead
A/N: Well. What did you think? I've already got another chapter and a half done, so let's see how it goes.