Scorpius POV on this Chapter.

As I grew up I always loved my family, my Mommy, my father, and grandma'. I had no siblings. Thought my parents tried, I remember my mother walking around all grumpy, with big belly for five times, but I still had no sibling.

First time, the baby had passed away after a month, I remember father crying, I'd never seen him cry. Probably he cried because it was a girl, I was no fool, I knew he'd always wanted a daughter instead of me.

The second and the third time, the child had been born already died. Both - girls.

The fourth time was the breaking point, I believe so, Mother looked horrible, she was worn out, pale, skinny, tired, but they had tried again. It was boy. The boy died with first few days. I still blame father for it.
I remember father and mother fighting after it had happened. He blamed her. I was angry with him, all those things he yelled that night, they still ring in my ears.
"IT'S YOUR BLOODY FAULT"
"don't be a fool Draco! You heard what the Doctors said... it was"
"I DON'T BLOODY CARE WHAT THAT IDIOT SAYS, I WANT A DAUGHTER"
then I wished I hadn't seen through the door what had happened, but I did see. My father grabbed my mother by her shoulder and had slammed her tinny body against the dining table yelling right in her face, I didn't hear what he yelled, all I could see was tears in mothers eyes. I ran to my room and hid in my closet, my childhood was ruined.

The fifth time was completely father's fault. Everyone saw it, even grandmother and I. Mommy was finally pregnant, again, the doctor said twins, girl and boy. But father was still furious, he didn't want boy. He'd made it clear over dinner that night. I tried to ran away from home, mother caught me, I ended up in annoying sleepover with Potters.
Next morning when I arrived home with grandmother we saw them both at the top of stairs arguing over the same old subject – baby girl.
I don't know what came over my father then, when he slapped my mother. My mother held her red cheek tears falling down her cheek. Next thing I knew my father and mother both were falling down stairs.

That was the last time my mommy spoke to my father, at last in private. After that they were seen together only in public, always putting on the fake smiles and kisses. I stopped to attend the public events with them, because I hate their pretending. My grandmother and mother spent a lot of time together while I hardly ever saw my father. I doubted he even knew my name. Twice a year he spoke to me, but all I said to him was simple "thank you"
he didn't deserve my love, he didn't deserve me and mommy.
Father had a lot of work, or so he claimed. It hurt mommy, I could see that, even grandmother looked displeased, but father avoided all three of us. He was a coward. When I was turning 9 I noticed that mom wasn't looking good, yes she'd always looked bad, after all trying to get a child for five times, had left some mental and physical scars on her, but she still walked with her head held high looking strong, brave. On my ninth birthday I declared rather too loudly that when I'll be going to Hogwarts I wish only to be sorted into Gryifindoor. I could see how happy it made my mom, while my father looked displeased with me. I regret that announcement later, when my father roughly slapped my cheek, for saying such bullshits, and lectured me for more than hour about how important it was for me to be sorted into Slytherin, bla, bla, bla… I never listened to his nonsense.
My life changed dramatically, when I saw one of mother's letters, she hid them well in her closet, but I knew where to look. She and father were out. Grandmother was out in garden reading. I sneak in their bedroom. And found the letter, I had noticed in morning how sneaky she'd hit it in her pocket. I opened it and red it
"Mrs. Hermione Jane Malfoy, we'd like to inform you that your test results were positive, we're terribly sorry, but you've been officially diagnosed with leukemia"
I didn't read more because I heard my parents returning, who wouldn't hear them, their yelling was loud enough to probably raise my grandfather from his grave.
I didn't knew what that leukemia was, but according to a muggle encyclopedia I had access to, it was a blood cancer, it was bad, I wanted to tell father, I knew he had all the money in the world to save mommy, but he was never home. And while I tried to tell grandmother, I believe it was too late.

It was my 10th birthday, I had just received my Hogwarts letter. My mother and grandma' were both glowing in pride. I was happy, even though I wished my father would be here, with us, eating waffles, which my mom made every year for my birthday, but my father wasn't even here, my mom, lied to me, but I played along letting her to tell me the lies. I guess she knew how close to end she was when she gave me an old shoebox, for my birthday. The best birthday present ever.
"Scorpi…" she said smiling and taking me in her arms.
"yes mommy?"
"I have something for your birthday, a gift from your father and me, will be given to you latter, but this is just from me" she said giving me the box, which had turned out to be heavy.
"It's the memory box, I've put all my good memories in there, someday I hope you'll see them" she kissed my cheek, she was about to cry, but she never cried in front of me.
I hugged her and kissed her cheek "I love you mommy"
she hugged me back smiling. "I love my amazing little angel"

I had a birthday party that day, I didn't invite anyone, my mother had invited the Weasley's, Zabini's and Potters with their bloody kids. I caught myself acting like my father did, I guess something runs in the family after all. I was glad when it was over, I wanted to see my father, and finally tell him in his face, how much I hated him, I didn't care about punishments, I knew I'll be having a new home soon - Hogwarts, I'd even started a countdown timer for my day to do to Hogwarts, my mother had laughed at this, but she still supported me.
"Mommy?" I asked before going to bed. Something in my head said to do it.
"yes sweetie?" she was so beautiful even though I could tell she was at the edge, and cold death was breathing down her neck.
"Will you read me book tonight before bed?"

That was the last time I saw her smile.