Disclaimer: JK Rowling, owns Harry Potter. I am just a broke college student procrastinating instead of doing her assignments.


His first day training with Mr. Potter was a day he would never forget. He had arrived to work thirty minutes early. He spent those thirty minutes staring and speaking to old portraits of deceased yet significant Aurors of the past. Most of them recommended that he be prepared for the unexpected. He was so engrossed with taking the atmosphere in that he did not hear when Mr. Potter came inside the room.

"I hope these old fools are not changing your mind about this field, Scorpius." Scorpius spun around and met the presence of his best friend's father. Mr. Potter was dressed in his usual khaki pants, a blue button up shirt, and some regular loafers. Mr. Potter was a simple man,preferring his own clothes over the atrocious uniform designated for the Auror Department. He did not pay attention to trends and styles, not to say he did not look professional. He always did in fact. He was professional but comfortable; which was why Scorpius had chosen a similar outfit. Save, he wore a green button up shirt.

"No, Sir. I don't think my own mother could change my mind."

Harry smirked, "How many times has she tried?"

Scorpius grinned, "Numerous times over the summer and about twice this morning."

"I don't think Astoria is ready for her baby to grow up just yet." Harry teased.

Scorpius cringed, "I know. The disadvantage of being the only child."

Harry shook his head, "It is more than just that. You kids just grow up too quickly."

"Really? I thought I would never grow up."

"You do. Today I saw Lily off. I remember sending James off and now it is just my Lily. I took a good look at her today. She's fifteen almost sixteen. I remember the first time I held in my arms. Such a fragile little thing." Scorpius noticed Harry stared towards the chair. His eyes locked on it but Scorpius knew he was miles away.

"Anyways, enough of my babbling. Let's get you set up."

Mr. Potter had led him towards a room filled with files. The room had numerous large file drawers. Each file drawer restricted for a specific type of crime. In each drawer, there were files on the various cases. The drawer was organized neatly; the solved, unsolved, or closed cases were separated. He stared in awe at the room and Harry informed him that for the next few months he would be spending time reading about the cases. He was directed to pay close attention to the strategies used on the cases and to notify him if he found anything unusual or questionable. Along with his studies, he was directed to spend time in Auror training with the other Auror trainees as well as attend the Wizengamot meetings. He was a busy trainee and he expected nothing less as the future successor of Mr. Potter.

His first month he spent a lot of time in the file room. He did not need to spend a lot of time for Auror Training as the courses were held in the night. They were teaching them defense spells, ones he had not learned in Hogwarts. The spells were fairly simple and he gained a sense of pride in accomplishing them every class session. It was the file room that made him think critically. Occasionally, he was questioning Harry or Drew Sartten (a very experienced Auror and friend of Mr. Potter) about the spells used for a specific case. Everyday, he learned something new. His eyes would widen at the stories they would tell him and sometimes Drew would allow him see his memory of a case he worked on. He was in awe. How could he not be? These people were amazing. He would stare at them and hope in a few years he would as amazing.

By the end of his first year of Auror training, he was eager to start his advance practical courses. His second year, Mr. Potter had lessen his time in the file room as his courses for Auror training increased. He began learning Concealment and Disguise, Stealth and Tracking and he began his advance Charms classes. The first day, they taught them how to use the Memory Charm. He was so excited to learn that he almost got himself in trouble with another trainee. Although his courses were exciting, he enjoyed his time in the file room. He would not admit it but his enjoyment had a lot to do with hanging out with Mr. Potter. The man was wise and he spent many days asking him for advice. He remembered the day he returned to work after the Christmas Holidays.

"Harry, where exactly do you want me to put-" Scorpius paused when he noticed Mr. Potter staring at the photo on his desk. Scorpius knew that photo well. The photo was of Lily Potter. Mr. Potter had photos of each of his children but the photo of Lily as a little girl was Mr. Potter's favorite. Scorpius kept tabs on how many times Mr. Potter stared at it during the day. He figured out that Mr. Potter and Lily were in some quarrel. He could not pinpoint the reason but he knew Mr. Potter was losing.

"She takes after her mother." Scorpius felt an explanation about to begin so he took a seat. He clutched tightly to the file in his hands and gave the man his undivided attention.

"Stubborn, that girl. Do you know when she was six, she gave me the silent treatment for a week because I broke a promise to her. I had promised to take her to the zoo and I got caught up in work that day. I took a day off a week later and took her. She cried when it was time to leave. She wanted to stay and stare at the snakes." He laughed. Scorpius picked up a hint of pain in his laughter.

Harry looked up at him, "Now, she's sixteen and not speaking to me. Save, this time I don't know what to do." Scorpius swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat. He sympathized with Mr. Potter. He knew how much Harry loved Lily.

"Why is she not speaking to you, if you don't mind I asking?"

Harry sighed, "She is throwing a tantrum because I refuse to let her boyfriend spend the holidays with her. She ranted about me being a chauvinistic arse and how James and Albus were allowed to invite their significant others." Scorpius saw the point Lily was making but he also could relate to Mr. Potter.

"Lily has a boyfriend?" he blurted.

Harry frowned, "Why is that hard to believe?"

Scorpius shook his head and waved his hands instantaneously, "No, it's not that. No. It's just I remember her as a little fifth year. Hard to believe so much time has passed."

Harry nodded, "Agreed." Mr. Potter sighed once more and his saddened expression reminded him of himself a few years ago.

"Mr. Potter, your son gave me some good advice about your daughter a few years back. He told me, "Do nothing. Lily is spirited and stubborn at times but she is not weak. Let her come to you. You get burn less that way."

Harry smiled, "I told him that about his mother when he was younger. I guess he realized it worked on his sister as well."

Scorpius shrugged, "Al is pretty observant. I guess that is why he's doing so well as a journalist for the Daily Prophet."

"You're a smart kid, Scorpius." Scorpius just smirked at Mr. Potter. He was concealing the pride he felt from hearing Mr. Potter compliment him.

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By the end of his second year, he had moved out of Malfoy Manor and was living in a three bedroom flat with Al and Tristan. They had waited until Scorpius' twentieth birthday to move out of their respective homes. They were all excited to be on their own, to be responsible adults. However, their parents were not to keen on the idea and had requested that every Sunday they spend dinner at home. Scorpius thought it was a small price to pay for freedom. Albus did not mind either but Tristan grumbled every Sunday about spending dinner with his family.

"My brother is an absolute wanker. If I have to listen to him bad mouth me to my parents again, I swear I will shove a sock up that big trap of his." Tristan complained. Scorpius just smiled and resumed tying his necktie. He did not mind his family dinners. He had grown quite fond of them. When he was younger, he dreaded them because he could not relate to his family. Since joining the working force, he could laugh, inform, complain, and criticize along with his family. He almost felt warmth at the dinner table. His eyes darted to the folder on his newly assembled bookcase. He wondered what job Lily had chosen. She had graduated a few months ago. As he was about to question Al about Lily, his thoughts were interrupted.

"Honestly Tristan, just punch the twat and stop complaining." Al stated obviously annoyed at Tristan's constant complaining. Scorpius stifled a smile and tucked his dress shirt into his pants. Tristan ignored Albus' comment and resumed his rant. Scorpius grabbed his coat.

"Enjoy your dinners, mates."

Albus nodded but Tristan commented, "Easy for you to say, you're an only child." Scorpius waved to Tristan and left the flat. He apparated to the corner near the Manor. He walked to the house and opened the door. His mother expected his arrival and he was glad his grand-father had not follow through his threat of sealing him out the Manor. Although, he was not certain his grand-father could do such a thing since the Manor is under the ownership of his father who would be giving it to him the day he gives birth to his first heir. It was Malfoy tradition. He smiled when he heard his mother's humming. She was probably fixing the centerpiece for the dinner table. She had gotten extremely happier over the past few months. Apparently, Greengrass and Malfoy Memorial (Usually called G & M Memorial), the hospital his mother founded, had taken on Healers in training. His mother, had hand-picked one special candidate to train under her. Scorpius knew that this was an honour above all honours as his mother never trained Healers. For months she refused to identify her star pupil but rather pranced around the Manor with a big smile on her face. He entered the Dining room and smiled at his beaming mother.

"Hello, mum." Astoria gracefully met him and pecked his forehead like she use to when he was a little boy. She dusted his dress shirt and then sighed contentedly.

"You look handsome."

He smirked, "You look happy."

Her smile grew wider, "Stop that now. We will discuss this during dinner. Go take a seat. Food will be served soon." His mother disappeared into the kitchen. He assumed she was telling the house elves to prepare to serve the appetizers. He took his regular seat; the one opposite his mother's but next to his grand mother's. In a few minutes, the Malfoy Dinner table was filled with the rest of the surviving members. Immediately, the conversation began and Scorpius took joy in listening to his father's stories about his job at the Ministry of Magic and Scorpius loved to share his stories as well. It was in these moments he felt like their family was exactly that, a family. He had spent so much time staring at his family conversing like normal people, that he missed his mother's introduction about the trainees at the hospital.

"-absolutely amazing, she is. Brilliant girl."

"Who is?" he blurted.

His mother beamed, "My new prodigy. She is absolutely amazing. She'll be a wonderful Healer, that girl."

"Tori, will you just tell us the girl's name?" Draco sighed. His mother glared at his father, who blushed in embarrassment.

"I am so excited. I've been keeping it this long because she has just notified her parents about her opportunity this morning. They were ecstatic for her. The poor girl thought they would be disappointed that she didn't want to be a Potioneer. I told her they would swell with pride knowing what she has obtained at such a young age."

"Tori-" Draco groaned.

"Fine. I am delighted to announce that I have taken under my tutelage, Lily Potter."

Scorpius heard his fork drop, "Lily? Lily Potter? As in lean, bony Lily? Wild red hair Lily? Braces in her mouth Lily? Harry's Daughter?"

Tori frowned, "What in heavens are you mumbling about Scorpius? Lily is not bony. She is quite fit for a young lady. Her hair is not wild either and what is this about braces? Lily Potter is a very beautiful young woman. She is quite elegant too. Some of these pure blooded girls could learn a thing or two from her. Such a beauty, that girl. I swear Scorpius, I fear what you deem to be beautiful."

"Mother, are we speaking about the same Lily Potter?"

"Merlin. Yes, Scorpius. She is a very intelligent and talented young girl. I think she will be able to finish the program much earlier than the others."

Draco smiled at his wife, "It seems fitting that our son would find himself under Harry's training and Harry's daughter under yours."

Astoria laughed, "Yes. I think she has tremendous potential."

Lucius grunted, "Seems like you are taken with the girl, Astoria."

Narcissa grinned, "Astoria always had a keen sense for intelligence. She married our Draco didn't she?"

Lucius smirked, "Are you planning to invite her to dinner?"

Astoria smiled, "Of course. Once, she has successfully completed her training like I know she will. Quite brilliantly, I'm certain."

Scorpius watched in awe as Lily Potter became tale conversation. He just listened as his mother raved about how well Lily was doing during her training. He could not understand it. Was this the same girl he saw crying in the Owlery that night a few years ago? Or was this Lily, someone he did not know?

The next day when he went to work, he saw a new photo on Harry's desk. It was one of those off guard photos. In the photo, was a girl. A girl with red hair whose curls cascaded softly down her shoulders and further down her back . This girl stared at the camera almost as if she was staring at the person viewing the photo. Her beautiful brown eyes were captivating and his eyes fell on her lips. She had beautiful, 'pouty', pink lips. His finger traced them as if to test their softness. He knew they were soft. Something told him if he were to crush his lips unto hers, he would be welcomed with a softness he had never felt before. He grazed her freckles; He thought it was so adorable how the tiny brown spots scattered around her cheeks and nose. The photo showed nothing of her body as it was a close-up of the girl's face. Although, he suspected her face was not the only attractive feature she had. He kept staring at the photo, taking in the loose strands, the slight smirk of her lips, the beauty of her cheekbones and how mysterious yet familiar her brown eyes were.

"Lily took that photo about a week ago. Her mother gave me a copy for my office." Harry explained, interrupting his thoughts of the girl in the photo.

Scorpius almost choked when realization dawned on him. This, was Lily? This gorgeous woman was Lily Potter? His mouth was dry. He was thinking about his best friend's sister? His boss' daughter?

"This is Lily?" he asked out loud.

Harry nodded, "Yeah. She looks like Ginny I think."

Scorpius shook his head. No. She looked nothing like her mother. No, Lily was more than beautiful. Her mother was beautiful. Lily was-Scorpius could not find the perfect word for her beauty.

"She is a unique mix." he responded. Harry nodded. Scorpius reluctantly returned the photo to Harry's desk. He shook his head of all the thoughts that had sprung from her photo. He could not think of her like-no, he would not. She is his best-friend's sister, his boss' daughter and Merlin she is only seventeen. He sighed before returning to his post in the file room. As he went over the cases, he thought of the moon. He knew immediately, she was going to haunt him. But is it not natural for the moon to haunt the sun during the day? Scorpius wondered, if the moon still haunted the sun at night. He did not give himself the chance to ponder it further as he stifled the thoughts and hid the moon deep within the clouds.


I'm sleepy. Midterm is over. I have a book to read for my Caribbean Women Writer's Class. Sigh, it would be so much easier if I was getting a degree in writing Fan fiction. Actually, I would not want that. I am pretty certain college would take the fun out of writing fan fiction. Anyways, Good night/morning/afternoon.