The grate in the old cottage 'Encantador' flashed bright green as the Healer flooed from the room, lighting up the room which was usually cheery and light. The curtains were drawn and a young man stood on shaking legs in the centre of the room in front of a comfy-looking sofa, his platinum hair illuminated by the light. Scorpius Malfoy sat down very fast in a state of extreme shock. He stroked his clean-shaven chin thoughtfully for a while, staring into the hearth, which had resumed burning with magical fire, before he heard the click of a key turning in a lock.
He looked up from his tense position on the edge of the luxury chaise lounge at his beautiful young wife, Rose Malfoy. She shook the curly dark-red hair out of her eyes, stroked her swelled stomach lovingly and positively beamed at her 18 year old husband.
"God Scorpius, what's with the darkness, I hate to break it to you honey but we aren't vampires" She giggled, dropping shopping bags and keys on an oak table nearby. He said nothing, but looked up her with glistening blue-grey eyes and dropped his head into his hands. Rose's beautiful face fell. She picked her way through the usually spacious but slightly cluttered room and sat down beside the young Malfoy. He looked deep into her ocean-blue eyes and felt a tear sliding down his pearly cheek. Her long-lashed doe-eyes widened as she pushed a lock of auburn hair behind her ear.
"Scor, what's wrong?!" She asked anxiously, knowing her husband was too proud to cry over any little thing. She touched her warm hand on his and squeezed, making him look up at her. He surveyed her: the dark red-brown hair, cascading down her back, the worried blue, shining eyes, the flawless complexion and pouting cherry lips. She watched his wet steely (but somehow warm) eyes intently until he spoke up.
"Murphy the Healer just flooed from here from St. Mungos..." His voice was thick with strain and tears. Rose Malfoy (nee Weasley) waited for her young husband to explain further. He did not disappoint and opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times before murmuring in an anguished voice;
"He says I can't…" He tailed off, brushing half-heartedly at the tears pooling in his reluctant eyes.
"Can't what, honey?" She asked, already suspecting: Scorpius had been tested for fertility a few weeks ago. She gazed into his eyes, her own full of questions. His remained shocked and almost fearful, his eyes wide and wet.
"Can't have kids." He choked, breaking her intense gaze and inspecting his hands. As Rose watched, a tear fell onto it.
Rose Weasley mused this over for a split second before taking his warm hand in hers and placing it over the large bump on her stomach.
"What's this then?" She purred soothingly. Scorpius sank back into the sofa, the scarlet fire blazing merrily in front of them and dancing in Roses' eyes. She got up with difficulty, strode to the doorway and looked back at the troubled young man sat on the lounger.
"This baby will prove to you that you can have a family!" The redhead breathed softly before vanishing into the kitchen. The platinum-haired man looked up with watery eyes.
"I hope so" Scorpius Malfoy whispered under his breath.