A Believers Dream

Chapter one: September 1st

"We can't go on like this anymore Hermione"

"But why?"

"Everything we have ever had, it doesn't mean anything, I've seen the way you look at him, and it's different to how you look at me. You look at him with so much love and care; we just can't go on like this. I'm leaving you, and I can't have you remembering any of our time together, our secret moments which filled us with so much joy, they can't be remembered by you. You have to live your life they way it should be with him, and you know it. I'm sorry to have to do this to you."

"No! You can't"

"I'm sorry. Obliviate"

"It was so, so real. But it can't have been real, it was just a dream"

Hermione Granger-Weasley looked over at her sleeping husband, Ron, and gently stroked his face, and she instantly smiled.

"Yes, it was nothing but a dream." She thought silently to herself. "But if it was just a dream, why did it seem so real? And why did the stranger's deep suave voice sound so familiar? I'm sure I have never heard such a voice"

Hermione jumped as Ron gave let out a huge snore. She smiled again, and decided to get up, and check on her children, Rose, and Hugo. Her precious children whom she loved so dearly.

Creeping silently across the hallway to reach her eldest child's room, she couldn't help thinking about the stranger in her dream. She tried to recall what had happened, she could see herself, on the edge of a forest looking down on a lakes edge, and the voice seemed to come out of nowhere. In the place where another human should have been stood, was nothing but a black blur with the stranger's voice coming from it, repeating the words she longed to hear again. She should of felt unnerved by what the scene showed, but she didn't, she felt comforted when she heard the voice, it felt soothing and safe.

She had reached Hugo's bedroom door, and as quietly as possible she opened it, cringing as it creaked in the silent night, praying her thirteen year old son wouldn't awaken. Hermione crept over to his bed, and watched him sleeping restlessly, forever twisting and grunting, how like his father he was. Her breathing must have awoken him, as she felt startled to hear his soft voice.

"Mum? What are you doing in here?"

"I'm sorry sweetie, I woke up and decided to check on you, it's time to get up soon, you'll need a big breakfast to keep you going on the train."

This was another characteristic which made Hugo so similar to Ron, his appetite; he is forever eating and never seems to be full after a meal.

"Train?" He was still half asleep and couldn't register what was happening properly.

"Yes sweetie, its September 1st today, time to go back to Hogwarts"

"Oh yeah! What time is it? 6.59, time to get up in a minute! Yes! I'll be old enough for Quidditch tryouts this year! And Uncle Harry has been helping me practice" He started to mumble to himself more than to his Mother.

Hermione smiled at her son and left his room, and went downstairs to wake Rose up.

"Mum? Is that you? I'm so excited! I'm finally going to Hogwarts; I've been awake for like an hour! Yippee I can't wait!!!"

"Rose, Darling, calm down, you'll need your energies for later, you've got a long day ahead of you."

"I know Mum, but I'm just so ecstatic, I've been reading my books through since I woke up, and my favorite by far is A History of Magic, there's just so much fascinating information about it all!"

Hermione had to let out a laugh; Rose was just like a miniature version of herself when she was younger. Hermione thought back to her first day of Hogwarts, she too had woken up very early in the morning, unable to sleep with excitement, and read through her many new books, and she too remembered that A History of Magic was and still is her favorite by far.

"Hey kiddo, time to wake up, it's your first day at Hogwarts today!" Said Draco Malfoy to his son Scorpius.

"Wh- What? Oh yeah school!" replied Scorpius sleepily to his Father.

"Good you are awake then. Now get up and get dressed, I've made your breakfast and it's under a heat proof spell so it doesn't go cold. So Hurry Up!"

Draco Malfoy may have changed over the years, no longer being the Slytherin loving, muggle born loathing, glory hunting creep he used to be whilst he was at school and Lord Voldemort was at large, but he still wanted to be in control and have power over weaker humans, such as his child and the children of others.

"Dad, I'm scared…well not scared but you know erm…"

"Worried?"

"Yeah, I don't want to be in Slytherin, I don't have aspirations of being a death eater, there's no point now You Know Who has been defeated. But I'm worried of what people will think of me. I'm your son, and everyone knows you and Mum were a big supporters, so I'm worried that everyone who was on the light side will hate me because I'm your son, and I'm worried that the people who were and probably still are on the dark side will expect me to live up to you and Mums standard! I don't know what to do! Or what to think of myself!"

Draco looked at his son for a considerable amount of time, taking in what he had just said. It all made sense, and he could understand how his son was feeling, just how to put it into words.

"Scorpius, no-one can force you to act a certain way, if you know you are truly against the dark side, then the sorting hat will recognize that and won't put you into Slytherin, after all the hat knows where everyone belongs and which house will suit every single student best. As for people no liking you because of me and your Mother, well, for me yes, you are my son, and incredibly like me you are, but I've changed, I think everyone who I went to school with knows that, and they respect me for it, well the old Slytherin's don't, but everyone else does. And as for your Mother, my wife, Scorpius, she's dead, so nobody can compare you to her, or expect you to live up to her. I know she would love to have another bright and strong lad to go into Slytherin house, she was very pro Slytherin, but between you and I, I think you are definitely more like me. So I think that you should just be assertive, and confident, you know who you are, you are Scorpius Malfoy, anti-Slytherin. People will notice that and like you for you, especially the ladies, I was successful with them, and that is the one thing I expect you to live up to." Draco finished with a wink and a smile. "Now eat your breakfast we'll need to go soon!"

A/N Thanks for reading guys, this first chapter, not the most brilliant I know, but the first never is, I promise you the better chapters are to come, my creativity flow is seeping out of my head and into words at this precise moment in time.

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