Draco walked down the platform. It was a windy, gusty autumn day, unlike the pleasant sunshine of the year before, as the smoke from the Hogwarts Express billowed and bristled through the air. Scorpius was walking ahead of him with Astoria, tugging on her sleeve, impatient to get back to school, practically shaking her off and dragging his trunk to the carriage, lifting it inside. In Draco's hand were the soft fingers of an eleven-year old girl, gazing with wonder at the world before her. Every squawk of an owl, every groan of a wheel made her big, silver eyes flicker towards the source, the everlasting, sweet, condescending smile on her lips. At last she brushed away her long blond locks, letting Draco put her carriage in the train for her, then looked to her father.

"Will I like it there?"

"Knowing you, you'll love it there," he answered, meeting her childish, but already thoughtful eyes. "Just like a girl I knew once. She didn't have the chance to love anything, but I think she did love Hogwarts nonetheless. She made great sacrifices for it."

The girl gazed up in wonder, her crisp collar framing her neck and biting her lip. "Where is she now?"

"Far away from here, dear," He said quietly. "Never you mind. Go, Athene Morgana, and let Hogwarts start a new chapter in your life. "

She nodded, then kissed her father goodbye and skipped off to the train, grabbing the handlebars and hoisting herself into the compartment. With one final wave she was gone, Astoria now giving her final instructions to her son.

Draco looked down. In his other hand was a letter – written nineteen years ago, but still fresh, the ink seeped into the page.

"Do not mourn me, brother. There is nothing to be mourned. I chose my death – and I knew I would die this way. I had a vision, a few days or weeks before – I can't remember. But if you are reading this, I am dead, and I have sacrificed myself to Lord Voldemort – do not fear his name – for the sake of Victory. We have won. Rejoice, my brother, do not mourn.

I want you to know that I gave my soul for you. My purpose was to save your life and save the purity of it, and do not question that purpose. It is a sin to question the desire of the dead.

Do not waste it.

Also, I want you to remember that day. When the lightning flashed across the sky, and you huddled to me, and we felt asleep peacefully in eachother's arms. Do you remember? The last day we were truly, truly family.

I remember what you said. You don't need to say it.

I love you too, Draco.

Sincerely, Morgana Malfoy.

P.S. I have no will, but if I owned anything, it's all yours."

Draco looked down at the paper, then at the little girl, pushing her way into a compartment and laughing at an owl. She will know someday. Someday. But not today.

Let her be a child for as long as she wants to.