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Scorpius was thinking. He was not out partying with his friends, meeting new friends or girls at the new club that was opening like others his age. He was thinking.

Scorpius was thinking way more deeply than a nineteen year old should. He just didn't know why everything in his life went against him. Yes, most- or at least some was his fault, but his father… Draco knew more than anyone about following your dreams and yet he was the only one standing in his son's way of making those dreams come true. Scorpius knew his mother would have stood up for him. But then again, if his mother was here or even alive, she wouldn't have to.

Scorpius had known she was sick. His mother had been sick when he had left for school. She had come to see him off, none of them knowing that just as short of an outing as apparating to Kings Cross and back, total time of about 45 minutes, would make things worse. Much, much worse.

Astoria and Draco had each sent their son letters all through his fifth year and it started that way during sixth year too, but eventually, his mother's letters got shorter and shorter until they stopped altogether. His father had to explain in his letters that she was too weak now. Then there was the note from his father that one night when everything in the world came crashing down.

The world was finally acknowledging his sad lack of luck he'd thought. But no, it was just bringing him higher than ever so he could fall even harder. Slytherin had just celebrated the winning of the Cup and Scorpius had finally recognized his feelings for a certain best friend's little sister. Everyone had stayed up partying until early in the morning. He had kissed her and she had kissed him back. He was on top of the world. Then he went upstairs and fell asleep, drunk on firewhiskey, love and victory, only to be woken up to a triple hang over by the incessant tapping of the owl at the window. All the note said in his father's familiar handwriting was,

"Come home now."

So he did.

When he came back, he was no longer the funny, charming, pranking boy he had used to be. He could no longer get any girl he wanted, and now he didn't want them. He was no longer a player. Albus was the only one of his friends who was still his friend. Albus who was still his friend even though he had changed. Scorpius was serious, emotionless, a black hole that none of his "friends" wanted to be sucked in to, a void that was almost completely empty except for the one small spark that was his friendship with Albus and the tiny bit of curiosity he had in this new side of the girl who could make him smile.

Scorpius no longer had any romantic interest in Lily and she got over her childhood crush on him. It was a mutual agreement. Silently, for it had never been said out loud, but they both knew, looking through the windows to each other's hearts and souls that were their eyes, they agreed it was for their own good, their own safety of their hearts. Scorpius could take no more pain in his life, and Lily didn't want those pale hands that had unknowingly held her heart for so long, to break it now he knew it was there. So why did they both feel that twinge of pain as they sealed the deal to just be friends. It was small, such a trivial detail in both of their lives.

She dated other people. He slowly became more than a social hermit. They moved on. Their romantic life together had died, and that was ok. It had died peacefully. Not a fiery, painful, explosive and angry death or a wet, tearful, death drowning in pain. They didn't care that way. So why was Lily Potter on his doorstep, crying (or was it just the pouring rain?), and choking out his name through her tears like he had just saved her life?

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