Albus Severus Potter had made many stupid decisions in his decidedly short life. One of them was his tattoo.
For his seventeenth birthday, instead of having some party, Albus had slept over at Malfoy Manor. His father hadn't been pleased, but he knew better now than to separate Albus and Scorpius. He played some Exploding Snap for the first hour and a half, and once the boys had figured the great Draco Malfoy had thought they would be good and retired for the night, they started a blaze in the fireplace.
With a toss of Floo powder and a violent change between red-orange and emerald green flames, Scorpius and Albus entered Diagon Alley. They were both of age now, were they not? They could run around a bit, spend their money.
They wandered the Wonderland street aimlessly until Albus saw the dim lighting of the Tatoo Artist shop. He tugged Scorpius along as he entered the shop that promised to be quick, painless, and hygienic on the sign in the window.
He paid the man up front, and he knew immediately the design he wanted on his back- a design that had haunted him since his fourth-year. So an augury was detailed on his back. As he waited during the procedure, holding completely still, he thought of her.
Delphini Riddle was still in Azkaban, naturally, and the memories of what she had done horrified him. Yet the stubborn side he'd inherited from both his mother and his father refused to let go of his first real crush.
Call him sentimental- the silvery augury on his back took him back to her long silver and blue hair, her confident, fearless voice that made him feel like he could do anything, and the perfume of an ancient love goddess, something he couldn't name but was the sweetest thing.
That night, Scorpius asked him if Albus was okay, knowing full well that the wound named Delphi hadn't healed and never would.
Albus, for the first and only time, lied.