So this is my first story in direct result of Deathly Hallows and after my monterous hiatus
I would consider this more of a gen fic but read as much Albus/Scorpius as you wish with the rose colored glass provided at the door nn
It has to be crazy that every time I went to type the name Scorpius that Draco almost came out instead / meh, everything between Harry and Draco has to be imprinted their genetics or something XD
The first snow was always magical for Scorpius. It might've been for that fact that everything always seemed exquisitely enchanted on the ancient Malfoy property. He easily closed his eyes and perfectly pictured the sprawling gardens and the estate's menagerie gradually being cloaked in snow, as if pixies were slowly dusting his entire world with it. It had always fascinated him how every flake was unique and different from any other. It was strange in way too, that no two could ever be alike.
It was also strange that Scorpius was experiencing the first snow of the season away from home. Unexpectedly, Scorpius felt his eyes start to burn with a warm wetness while some inescapable feeling seized his heart in a vice-like grip. He never really thought he would feel nostalgic for anything. After a long moment, he tried to swallow the large knot that seemed to have abruptly appeared in his throat.
Scorpius brought his robed arm up to his face and wiped hard at his eyes, trying to erase any evidence of his moment of internal weakness. His father had taught him early in life that if you had anything that could potentially be used against you, to either get over it or to pretend it didn't exist. It seemed a bit extreme to compare missing a memory to something as critical as hiding some horrible family secret but the idea of someone finding him all alone on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest drowning himself in pathetic, homesick tears wasn't on the top of his list. It was after hours, and he technically was supposed to be in his dorm tucked deep within the Hogwarts dungeons, but he had felt that tonight would be the night the snow would come. He just had to get out to see it fall quietly to the ground, to watch it gently coat the castle's ramparts.
The sharp crunching sound of frozen grass snapped Scorpius from his nostalgia and his result thereof. It appeared that someone else had somehow snuck out of the castle after curfew. He quickly found a large birch and hid behind its thick, aged trunk.
A shadowed figure was leisurely approaching the exact spot that Scorpius had been standing mere seconds before.
As the figure's shadow finally broke and the moonlight fell across his stranger's face, Scorpius stiffened, allowing himself to be stuck frozen, staring. The moon's ethereal glow spotlighted on a small boy not much bigger than himself wrapped up in a black cloak with a striped crimson and gold scarf. His untidy black hair fell haphazardly down his forehead, just barely hitting his brow line. His eyes were tipped up to the sky, zeroing in on every single flake floating slowly to earth. The edges of the boy's mouth turned up into a small smile and suddenly, the knot in Scorpius' throat grew three times its previous size. Fresh warm tears streaked silently down Scorpius' cheek descending unnoticed by himself into the fast forming blanket of snow at his feet. He slumped with a deafening crunch to the frozen ground.
Finally, attempting to gain some control, Scorpius raised his head to wipe away his now freely flowing weakness; but as he lifted his head, his eye's locked with piercing green. In his sudden explosion of emotion, he had completely forgotten all about his company.
Scorpius didn't know how long he stood frozen and transfixed under that burning emerald gaze but he didn't dare attempt to check, allowing himself to be slowly dusted in the magical flakes that descended from the heavens.