"Scorpius, calm down!" He grabbed his shoulders and held him in hopes that he would stop shaking. "You can't keep doing this! It wasn't your fault!" Scorpius whipped around, nearly knocking Albus to the ground."I can help you through this." He gritted his teeth and pushed Albus onto the floor.
"What do you mean it isn't my fault? Who else was there? Who was there to help him? No, Albus. Nobody was there! It was just me and him! No one can help me!" His fists unclenched and he sat back down in front of the grave. Albus sighed and rubbed his head, sitting up.
"You're the only person blaming yourself. Everyone knew he was going downhill. Ever since his dad was sent to-"
"Don't say it, Potter." He spat his words over his shoulder and stood up. "Don't say that word anywhere near me." He walked out of the Cemetery and back home.

Albus hadn't talked to Scorpius in weeks. He hadn't come out of the orphanage to see him, so he was going in to visit him. Surely by now, he was over his father's death. He walked into the corridor, fiddling with his visitors pass pinned on his chest. He knocked on Scorpius's door. No one answered him. Didn't they call him and say he was coming up? He knocked again, louder, nervous to see him. After the third knock, he slowly opened the door, aware that he could be asleep.
"Scorp?" He looked blindly into the pitch black room and reached for a light switch on the wall. He closed the door behind him and flipped on the light. He saw him lying in bed, gripping a paper. 'He probably fell asleep writing," he thought, and smiled a bit. He walked to him and saw blood slowly dripping onto the paper. His face went pale, and his expression, blank. He frantically shook him, hoping he would awaken from a dream, or a nightmare.
"Scorpius! Scorpius, wake up! Please! Don't leave me!" Tears flooded his eyes and began falling down his hot cheeks, dripping onto the page that was delicately placed in Scorpius's limp hands. He picked it up with something between sorrow and anger. He sat facing away from the body and began to read, throwing the broken pen he must've used out the window.

He picked up his wand and ran his fingers down it, feeling the textures he hadn't noticed before. He placed it beside his bed and straightened out the note he had been re-wording for weeks. He lay down and took a deep breath in.
"Come, Scorpius. I didn't mean to leave you alone by yourself. You can come with me, now." Spoke the voice in the back of his mind. He turned; hoping to see his father, but all that was there was a dirty wall, covered with cobwebs and graffiti. He picked up his wand and took the paper in his hand. He turned the light off and muttered a quiet spell, slowly spilling blood from his skull. He closed his eyes and heard a knock. He opened his eyes and took his parent's hands.

Albus,
I knew you would come. I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye, but goodbyes are always the worst part. I hope you know that I needed to do this, there was no other way. This isn't your fault, no matter how much you blame yourself. I know you'll be stubborn and you won't listen, that's just how you are.
I need you to tell everyone that I love them, and I'll be watching over them in Heaven. This isn't a legacy; don't repeat what I've done.
All my love,
Scorpius Malfoy
p.s. You should've said something. I knew you loved me, and Albus, I would've said it back.
He held his head and the paper fell to the floor. It was all his fault. He should've known the tide was rising. He could've helped. And /he knew/. He could've stopped time and taken a different path. But, it was his fault, no matter what he said. Now the love of his life was dead, and he never felt his lips. His life was over, and he wanted to be gone. He crawled in bed next to Scorpius and muttered 'Avada Kedavra', closing his eyes for the final time.