I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to JK Rowling.
-Kit Kat
The huge maroon train whistled loudly. Owls hooted and children were yelling gleefully, chasing each other around and telling their parents goodbye. Not Scorpius. He stood by his mother, who was whispering, "Be brave" in his ear.
Draco looked down on his son, who was the spitting image of his father. Scorpius looked sad and yet exited at the same time. Draco hoped that his son couldn't see his apprehension through the smog of the train. His only son was about to leave to Hogwarts.
Hogwarts meant a lot to Draco, it was were he had learned everything. It was where he had lived for seven years of his life, where he had met Astoria, where he had won (and regrettably lost) some Quidditch games. It was more of a home to him than Malfoy Manor had ever been.
He wanted to reach down and rumple his son's hair, to wish him good luck. But years of cold indifference had taken him over, and he could only stand stiffly and watch the little blond boy hug his mother goodbye.
Through the smoky haze Draco could see the Potters, here to see their children off, too. Lying and blackmail had kept Draco and his family out of jail after the death of the great Dark Lord. He had faked repentance and kept himself safe from the cold, evil grasp of soul-sucking Dementors.
Harry Potter saw him. Draco gave a quick, curt nod and turned to face his small family again. He bent down to give Scorpius a final piece of advice,
"Don't make enemies, Scorpius. Work hard; watch your back. But most of all, beat that Weasley girl in every test."
Draco's young son smiled up at him, mischief in his grey eyes. Scorpius hopped onto the train and waved them goodbye.
"I'll miss you!" he yelled out as the train pulled away from the station.
"I'll miss you, too." Draco said under his breath. And he would, more than he was ever willing to admit.