A/N: So, here's the One - Shot. Hope you like it :). The idea just popped into my head when looking over some old photos of mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything under that category. That's all J.K. Rowling's. *pout*
Moments
An unearthly screech rang out from the heads common room.
Hands over his ears Scorpius Malfoy inched into the room peeking around the corner for the horrifying monster that had produced such a sound.
In the middle of the floor sat Rose Weasley. All the furniture had been pushed out of the way so she sat in an empty space, legs crossed, with a small shoebox in front of her.
"What in Merlin's name possessed you to make that horrid screech?" he drawled from the corner. His arms crossed over his chest now that he knew no serious damage would come to his eardrums.
Rose rolled her eyes, but didn't otherwise respond.
Scorpius hated being ignored. So he marched forward and sat down right next to Rose on the plush carpet.
With a grin she opened the box. Immediately the contents of the box overflowed. Pictures poured out now that the lid no longer restrained them.
"Photos?" Scorpius asked.
"Mum promised she'd send them right once they had been printed."
She tucked a wild orange curl behind her ear before grabbing a handful and organizing them into a neat pile.
Scorpius looked over her shoulder at a happy, fatigued; brunette holding a small bundle with only a few flaming curls sticking out at odd angles.
"Why aren't they moving?" Scorpius implored, baffled by how still the people in the image were.
"They're muggle photographs." Rose said flippantly smiling down at her mother's bright face.
Scorpius' nose wrinkled in distaste, "why bother with the muggle ones? Ours move."
"I like muggle photos. Magical ones are always moving, always changing. But the muggle ones are forever frozen. The muggle ones capture single moments in time. That's something that the magic ones just cant manage."
Scorpius looked at her as she flipped through the next few pictures, and several times that night as they shared laughs over the pictures and memories and moments of her child hood.
"They've arrived!" Rose called, a large grin stretching across her face. She took the small shoebox, tucked under one arm, and her young son in the other up the stairs into her bedroom.
Scorpius walked in moments later, smiling. He placed a kiss on the young boy's head and another on his wife's lips. "Let's have a look, then."
So there they sat, in the middle of the floor, furniture pushed to the side, muggle pictures spread out in the plush carpet before them as they studied the memories. Their moments.