A/N: Am I wasting my time with this? Yes, no? Either way, I'll keep posting.

Disclaimer: The first book came out when I was two, so there's no way I wrote the amazing series that is Harry Potter.


Graduation

In third year, she reminds them that the end of school isn't the end of the world, and that separation doesn't mean a friendship has to end.

~push~

She leads them to the lake, their hands - although they would later deny it - entangled in the folds of her purple graduation robes. They sit on the lush bank, watching the giant squid. The boys are sitting on either side of her, and she's running her hands through their hair, Scorp's silky smooth and Al's as soft as down feathers. There's a peaceful silence, until:

"We'll miss you," Scorp says in a small voice, his pale hand tightening on the darker girl's robes. Haze sighs and wraps her arms around the thirteen-year-old boys.

"I'll miss you guys too," she says, letting her curls fall forward to hide her face.

"Promise you won't forget us?" Al questions, his own voice small. Haze's head shoots up at this, her eyes slightly widened.

"I doubt anyone could forget you two," she chuckles softly, "But if it makes you feel better, I promise I won't forget you." They both look so young and vulnerable right now, and she hates that she has to leave, but… "Hogwarts isn't all there is," she whispers. "I know it sometimes seems like it is, but it isn't. It's a school. It's seven short years of your long lives. Live that life the best you can. I know I will." She smiles softly and continues, "I'll owl you; tell you about my summer travels and what's going on in my life. Al, you can tell me about the antics your family gets into, and Scorp, you can tell me about the daily squabbles you and Rose get into over who has the top marks in the year. And you both can talk to me about anything." The boys nod, a sheen to their eyes. She hugs them; kisses the tops of their heads; stands slowly and disentangles their hands from her robes. "I have to go. I'll miss you."

It's after Haze takes a final look back that Albus and Scorpius let their tears fall, heads angled toward the ground and hands within reach of the other's incase either one needs the comfort. They don't need words to know the other is there. They've never needed them.


A/N: And it's another short one. Sorry about that. I hope you still like it, though, even if it is short. Please review and tell me what you think!