A/N: So this was supposed to be up months ago... Sorry. Literally the day I posted the first chapter, I tripped. And dropped my laptop. And broke the hard drive. And lost the story. But here it is. Rewritten. Read and Review.


In our fourth year, I told Tom who my parents were, what my real name was, and why I had run away. He payed me back in kind, and about halfway through the year he changed his name back. He kept trying to convince me to do the same, but I refused. What would everyone think? Tom tried to convince me it wasn't a big deal. I convinced him to drop it. We were still at the top of our class and kicking ass in Quidditch. We won the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup.

I also got a letter from my father.

I hadn't talked to him in years.


We went our separate ways the summer after fourth year. We'd spent all of the holidays together since we got to school, and we usually spent the whole summer together. Between fourth and fifth year, however, we only spent the few weeks just after the year and just before start-of-term together. I didn't tell Tom that I'd gone back, briefly, to see my parents. It's what my father asked me to do in his letter. So I did.

In the weeks I was alone, I began to miss Tom immensely. I realised that I liked him, a lot. I probably had for a long time. It was only a matter of time; Tom was pretty much my only friend, and we had a lot of big things in common, like our pasts, out grades, and our Quidditch skills. So it didn't come as much of a surprise when I started liking him.


Fifth year, I finally consented to changing my name back. Everyone knew my name. Everyone knew I was a Potter-Malfoy. There were whispers and looks in the corridors, but nothing as bad as I thought I might get. Tom and I spent the year studying up for our OWLs. We spent a lot of time together, in the library and on the Quidditch pitch. No more time than we'd spent together in the past years, but still not enough for me. I didn't think Tom liked me, but I could still hope. I read too far into everything he did. I couldn't tell.


In our sixth year, the Tri-Wizard Tournament returned to Hogwarts. Tom and I were both old enough to be champions– but we had different opinions on the matter.

"Come on, Sarah. Galleons upon Galleons and eternal glory."

"I don't want eternal glory, Tom. I get enough whispers in the corridors since I changed my name back."

"But eternal glory, Sarah."

"You enter, then, Tom– go on."

In the end, we both entered.

Tom was chosen.

Come winter, rumors flew about the Yule Ball– and, sure enough, we were given dancing lessons.

I knew Tom had to have a date– as the school's champion, he would dance first.

To my surprise– and it was definitely a pleasant surprise– he asked me.

And not as a last resort.

I said yes, of course.

The second task of the Tournament was exactly like the stories I'd heard from my grandparents. I couldn't tell Tom what I knew– although I was extremely pleased that I was Tom's treasure. Not that there was really anyone else. I was always mostly his only friend, just like he was always mine. So he pulled me, sopping wet, from the Black Lake.

The end of the year came, and with it another Tri-Wizard victory for Hogwarts and another letter from my father.

For the first time in my six years at school, I rode the train back to King's Cross at the end of the term.

"Relax, Sarah."

"Tom, my parents are going to be there."

"I'm sure not both of them. Surely Mr Malfoy–"

"But what if–"

"Relax."

I stepped off the train, hand-in-hand with my (finally) boyfriend.

And then I saw him.

Tom's jaw dropped, and he whispered, "he didn't."

My father hadn't seen me yet– perhaps if I snuck away– but no, he'd just seen me. He broke into a grin.

I wanted to disappear.

Everyone was looking at us.

"There's my beautiful daughter."

And now everyone knew.

Nothing would be the same after this.

Because everyone knew my name was Potter-Malfoy.

And now everyone knew that Albus Severus Potter was my father.

And everyone knew that Scorpius Malfoy was an only child.


A/N: Yay. Done. R&R!