Prologue
A Glint
"Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?"
My mum always said I was just like my father. I was never sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Often she said it with a smile on her face and love in her voice, but sometimes there was a cold glare in her eyes, making me wonder what past memory was going through her mind, as she never really met my eyes.
My father always said that my mum and I were, and always would be, at each others throats one way or another, as we would never agree with each others views. Most of the time I agreed with him, but sometimes there was a warm, adventurous side to Mum that made me wonder what she was like when she was my age. I had always imagined her as reserved and critical, much like Aunt Hermione, but so much has proven me wrong on that account.
Sometimes my mum would get a wild glint in her eye, and that was always when I loved her the most. I knew she had some crazy idea brewing, often followed by orders of "Go get your brothers and do not tell your father." Nowadays my brothers agree that we always had the most fun when Mum had that glint. A glint that always meant trouble, and in a couple of cases, a broken bone.
That's how I knew that Mum was really naive at heart. That's also how I knew that I wasn't just like my father, because every time I came back to her with my brothers, I felt like I was looking in a mirror. I think that Mum always thought Dad was clueless, but every time we walked back through the door after whatever crazy scheme she'd come up with, he had a knowing smirk on his face and a different kind of glint in his eyes.
I always got along with Dad better than my brothers did, however. I think he saw too much of his old foe in them. After all, James was very ambitious and could be very cruel, while Albus spoke parseltongue and was much too interested in the workings of dark magic. He also seemed a bit too relieved when Albus was placed in Ravenclaw and James in Gryffindor. I don't think he ever realized that they reminded everyone else of him, even though he always saw Voldemort in them.
Either way, both Dad and Mum said I was all of their favorite people combined. I was intelligent and tactical like Aunt Hermione, but knew how to have fun like Uncle George. I was curious like Uncle Ron, a bit reserved like Mum, and slightly conceited like Dad. They once told me that I even reminded them of Draco Malfoy. To this day, I'm still not sure if they meant that in a good way or a bad way.
I know my brothers are jealous of my relationship with Dad and always have been, but they don't realize that I'm jealous of them and Mum. Our parents always said that us kids were their greatest adventure, but our history books tell us different. But even though our family has had some pretty amazing adventures together, my favorite adventure involved a boy name Scorpius Malfoy.
You see, Scorpius taught me how to dance, and I taught him how to love. It was quite an adventure, and it makes quite the story.