Chapter 1: Memory of a dream
Two kids are walking in the park. It's a mid afternoon, and the sun is shining down upon them. As I peer closer from my spot in the bushes, I realize the kids are familiar.
"What's wrong, Rosie?" 6 year old Scorpius asks.
"Nothing." my 6 year old version replies, looking down at her feet.
"Your dad." he looks up at mini me, big gray eyes sad.
"He still doesn't like us being friends, does he?" Rose number 2 looks up at him and slowly shakes her head.
"What about your dad?" she asks quietly.
Scorp manages a tight smile, and I know, just as my dad isn't happy with his acquaintance, his father isn't happy with mine. The history between the Malfoys, Weasleys, Potters, and Grangers, go back a long way.
Rose exhales a long exasperated sigh, putting her face into her small, but chubby, hands.
Scorpius turns to Rosie, who's back is facing my shrub. He puts his arms around her, and in a childish way, the gesture is sweet and caring.
"Don't worry, Rosie. Everything will be okay." his words drift over to my hiding spot.
I look at the kids. Scorpius is speaking to me when we were six, yet I am in shock. He is looking at me. His innocent gray eyes look into mine across the park, even though he is hugging my childhood version.
"Everything will be okay..."