To teach a child is a phenomenal opportunity that must be taken advantage of. To see their face light up before your eyes is as exciting, if not more, as watching the Quidditch World Cup. It's thrilling, and the fact that it was you who taught them whatever lesson it is they have learned is what thrills me the most. Once Scorpius was born my main goal in life has been to take care of him and give him the kind of childhood I never had. The kind of childhood with loving, nurturing, parents. The kind of childhood where it's all right to cry if you fall down and hurt yourself or if something has upset you. I want him to know love of a depth so deep he shall be obliged to be lost to it for all eternity. The kind of love of which only a parent can give even if said love only comes from one parent.

One would think that with an upbringing like mine it would be myself who was the neglectful parent. But alas, it is not. Scorpius's Mother Astoria is the negligent parent in this scenario. I have never told anyone the truth behind Scorpius's conception, but he was a mistake. Astoria and I had been fooling around for a good few months when one night she told me she was with child. I was surprised to say the least, but one does not exactly expect a declaration to that degree. Especially, when our relationship revolves around sex. I took precautions, of course, to prevent such occurrences as this, but nothing is ever one hundred percent guaranteed to work. Love was never a factor in our relationship. Astoria was a mere booty call. She was my nighttime entertainment. She would play out every dirty little fantasy I ever had. Astoria was never supposed to be a permanent staple in my life. But, I could not ignore the fact that she was carrying my child in her womb. So, I gave her two choices. She could either abort the child, or marry me. Needless to say, she chose the latter of the two options. A choice I am very thankful for. I didn't really want to get rid of the child. But, I could not have a child out of wedlock, nor could I ever force a woman into marriage with me. Unfortunately, for us the marriage has gone to shambles, like I expected it to. What I never expected was the neglectful behavior Astoria would exhibit after Scorpius turned two. This appalling behavior has continued throughout the years. Scorpius is now eight years old, and only just beginning to comprehend some of the careless behavior he is subject to endure from his Mother.

Currently, Scorpius is just finishing up with his fencing practice. A sport he became attached to when he saw me practicing with my old fencing instructor one afternoon nearly three years ago. I mentally shake my depressing thoughts away when Scorpius and his instructor walk up to me, "So, how is my son doing so far?"

"Absolutely marvelous!" The instructor replies, "he'll be at a professionals level sooner then either of us thinks."

"Wonderful, I wouldn't expect anything less. He is a Malfoy after all."

"Of course. Well, I must be off this has been a very successful lesson. Keep up the good work Scorpius, and I will see the both of you next Wednesday." The instructor nods his head to us both before walking off to the apparition point.

"Well done Scorpius! Now, how about we go inside for a quick bite. I have something of a sensitive matter to discuss with you." I tell my son.

"Alright," he says as he smiles at me and nods his head.

We head into the kitchen and sit at the island in the middle as Ducky, our house elf, fixes a quick snack and some lemonade.

"Scorpius, I'm afraid I have some rather unsettling news. " I start to say, but then pause.

I apparently paused for too long because Scorpius says, "Dad, if it's that unsettling then you might as well just spit it out. There is no need to waste time contemplating how you're going to say it."

"Of course." I reply, "Scorpius, your Mother and I are getting a divorce." I sit there for a while watching my sons face for any tell tale signs of any emotions, but like father like son there are none to be accounted for.

He then responds with, "Why? When?"

"There are some complications and misunderstandings. As for when, I can't say it could take as little as three months or as long as two years. It's hard to say."

"Complications? Misunderstandings? Like what? Can't you just clear it all up with a conversation?" He interrogates me getting even more frantic with each passing question.

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as that. There were certain occurrences that happened, which I am not able to tell you. What I can tell you is that it was a long time coming. Your Mother and I were not really meant to coexist in one household, or even in a relationship. We are two different people with two different personalities, yet at the same time we are one in the same. I know the previous statement was a contradiction, but this is only one of the complications of which I am at liberty to tell you. It is a tricky situation so tricky it cannot be overlooked or overcome, but I can assure you we have tried our hardest to keep this family together."

"Do you not love Mother any more? Did you ever?"

"I loved your Mother, but not like a husband should love his wife."

"I think I understand." Scorpius dejectedly replied.

"Will you be okay?" I questioned.

"Yea, Mother never meant that much to me anyways. She never really cared about me."

"Don't say that." I told him except I couldn't say much else without lying to him. I couldn't tell him how hard she tried to be a Mother to him. Hell, the woman barely tried at all. I couldn't tell him how much she loves him because, let's face the facts here, she doesn't give a damn about him or his well-being. Of course, Scorpius knew all of this. He's seen it in her cold and distant behavior towards him. He knows he means near to nothing to her.

"I don't see why not, it's true! You know it's true!" He countered.

"Yes, well, do you have anymore questions?" I ask avoiding the hurtful truth.

"No, but I'll let you know if I do." He replies.

"Very well, so how about to get our spirits back up we play a little game of one on one quidditch?" I suggest.

"Yeah! Alright!" He yells pumping his fist in the air with a huge smile on his face.

I smile and say with equal enthusiasm, "Let's go!"

A/N: I am so terribly sorry about the delay, but I had some writers block. I know a lot didn't happen in this chapter, but it was mostly filler. I'm still kind of trying to figure out where I want to go with this story, so I'll just have to see where my writing/imagination takes me. Again, sorry for the delay. I hope you liked this chapter! Let me know your thoughts!

-Chelsey