I know you cried in your bedroom last night.
Your sobs were soft and quiet but strong and tragic, and for that, I cried too.
You are too young to be crying about things other than a failed relationship.
But I know you are strong.
Stronger than the tears that taste so much like saltwater; and I know you are brave.
So brave to carry on the burden of Scorpius's legacy; you were his best friend after all.
Isn't it ironic now, that the son of the good and noble Harry Potter is in Azkaban for murder?
Did you know the last time a student of Hogwarts killed another by accident, they got fifteen years in Azkaban? Iris Hemdock was a fifth year Slytherin.
Albus Severus only got five years.
Isn't it ironic now, that the roles are reversed? The Slytherins have to be strong for we do not have a choice, and the Gryffindor are more cunning than ever, twisting their way out of punishment for killing an innocent first year.
They are cruel but you are so strong.
So strong, that when I walk by your door and hear your sobs, that I whisper a silent apology and a soft wish of luck; I do not come in.
How I wish it could be different! But we are the birds now and you cannot fly without learning first how to feel the despair and fear. You cannot live in this world without learning to bear the weight of the past.
Oh! My sweet darling child! I know one day you'll fly and rise above their gravitational prejudice pulling you down!
I know one day you'll fly; for the both of us!