When Draco Malfoy left the country after the war, he was certain he would never return. He wanted to leave his family history behind him and forget that he had ever participated in the Dark Lord's – no, in Voldemort's – plan.
Due to the rebellious streak emerging, he had decided he was going to find an attractive muggle-born girl to marry so that he could end the line of pure Malfoys. He was angry at his parents and wanted to do all he could to go against what they would have wanted for him.
But he had never counted on meeting Astoria Greengrass.
Looking down at his eleven-year-old, pureblood son, Draco's lips twitched into a smile and he knew that he no longer cared. So what if the Malfoys remained pure, as long as their outlook had been changed?
And even though he had returned to London after promising himself he never would, he was glad. He didn't care about the glances some of his old school friends were giving him because Astoria was standing beside him and Scorpius was in front of him.
After such a long time of waiting, the pieces of his world had come back together.
He felt alive.