p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Scorpius stood on the balcony. He stared down at the wilted garden, With its over grown hedges, dead flowers and crumbling benches it made for a horrible sight. It was no longer the garden of his fathers youth. He sighed, and turned back the way he came creeping through the destroyed shadow of the former manor. Ever since the ministry stopped house elves working for no pay, the house has been slowly deteriorating, crumbling. Only last month did father close the south wing off due to lack of funds. He was planning on closing the east wing next. After the war, the vast fortune collected over the centuries was removed and relocated to the ministry to help cover war damage. Scorpius new what he needed to do./span/p
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p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Albus stood at the white window over looking the city of London. Behind him he saw the rest of his family give an elusive interview to the daily prophet about his mums return to professional quidditch, coaching the Holyhead harpies. Taking a deep breath he thought of scorpius and his life in the old manor. No matter what scorpius wanted to do with the manor albus knew he could never part with the ancient family home. He sighed. He couldn't wait until he was 16. A few more months of this daily hell to go and he'd be free forever. To live and love, with out caution, scorpius. /span/p
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p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Scorpius looked at albus's body, the jutting Bones, inflamed red scars and the pale faded white ones. Albus deserved the world, not a raving alcoholics son, albus was the light his sun. Albus was perfection. And scorpius tainted that, scorpius was ruining their parents requests for them. Scorpius made Albus want to rebel against what everyone wanted. Scorpius new it would be a test but he loved Albus because who wouldn't love their version of perfection /span/p
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p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Albus stood at the white window over looking the city of London. Behind him he saw the rest of his family give an elusive interview to the daily prophet about his mums return to professional quidditch, coaching the Holyhead harpies. Taking a deep breath he thought of scorpius and his life in the old manor. No matter what scorpius wanted to do with the manor albus knew he could never part with the ancient family home. He sighed. He couldn't wait until he was 16. A few more months of this daily hell to go and he'd be free forever. To live and love, with out caution, scorpius. /span/p
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p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Scorpius looked at albus's body, the jutting Bones, inflamed red scars and the pale faded white ones. Albus deserved the world, not a raving alcoholics son, albus was the light his sun. Albus was perfection. And scorpius tainted that, scorpius was ruining their parents requests for them. Scorpius made Albus want to rebel against what everyone wanted. Scorpius new it would be a test but he loved Albus because who wouldn't love their version of perfection /span/p