Prologue
Screaming could be heard through one of the vast echoing corridor of St Mungo's hospital for magical maladies and injuries. Many residents of the other wards were curiously popping their heads from around doors to find were the noise was coming from while frantic healers wearing lime green robe ushered them into their rooms. "Muffliato" one cried pointing at the door her honey brown curls dancing across her shoulders, her face pink and sweaty. The howls of pain vanished from the air and the dark corridor was oddly silent but on the other side of the door was a different matter. The room was perfectly normal, its had pale yellow slightly peeling wall paper and a perfectly polished wooden floor. There was a white hospital bed, and a gleaming silver trolley holding various medical equipment, it was a perfectly ordinary hospital ward. The only things that would convince someone who strayed in somehow this was not an ordinary hospital were the people in it. A woman lay on the bed howling, her face red and strained her teeth bared and her eyes screwed up, her lank brown hair swinging across her face. Sparks were flying from her, zooming round the room as she screeched in agony. She was clutching the man next to hers hand, squeezing it harder and harder as it progressively grew whiter. However he showed no sign of pain and gently whispered encouraging words into her ear his white blond hair hanging over her. On the other side of the bed was a pale witch with a long red plait tumbling down the back of her lime green robes she was holding a wand and her eyes were closed as she muttered spells waving it in an intricate pattern over the screaming woman's large stomach. No, this was no normal scene but what do you expect in a hospital for wizards.
"Push tori, push" Draco Malfoy murmured into the ears of his wife, Astoria Malfoy she screamed louder than before and with a massive push a new sound could be heard in the room, crying. It was louder than all the noise yet but came from the smallest thing in the room. The healer stopped muttering and swooped to the end of the bed smiling in an exhausted way and she held up a red blotchy faced screaming baby. She handed him to Astoria exclaiming "He's a beautiful baby boy." Astoria held the baby close to her, panting, out of breath, he immediately stopped crying and looked up at her with piercing gray eyes and a haughty expression on his tiny features. "He looks exactly like his father" she whispered smiling a tear glistening in her eyes. Draco bent over her and gently picked his son up cradling him in his arms. "He has your eyes, those beautiful eyes, the reason I first fell in love with you" he murmured to his wife passing back the baby. "What are you naming him?" he asked his wife
"Scorpius; after your grandfather, Hyperion; after my father, Malfoy" she answered smiling at him. Draco looked back at her, it was perfect, never before had a family felt such love, but it felt, to Draco, tainted. He glanced up at the Healer while his wife was busy cooing over Scorpius, she was watching the family with an emotionless mask on but Draco could feel under it utter contempt for him and his family. She looked she had found a nest of rat and was wondering the easiest way to get rid of the vermin. Draco's feeling of bliss evaporated fast, he had grown used to these looks for the last eight years since the battle of Hogwarts and was thrown them wherever he went. He watched as oblivious Astoria handed Scorpius to her to be weighed and saw in the healer coffee eyes her mild disgust and tentativeness to hold him. This stirred deep emotion in Draco's chest, he realised what a world his son would grow to live in, his immaculate perfect child as pure as the stars would always be lost in the shadow of the past, the shadow created by him. He would always face prejudice and hardships and it was all Draco's fault. He felt sick and when Astoria offered him Scorpius he shook his head stepping away, and never again did Draco Malfoy show love to his only child, feeling like he didn't deserve too hold him tight as he grew up in this hard world without him.