The sight of Christmas trees being decorated by Headmistress McGonagall and Hagrid made Scorpius sick inside and he quickly looked at his empty plate. Everyone would soon be going home and he…

"Scorpius, there you are!" Molly said in an eager voice as she came through the doors to the Great Hall and over to the Slytherin Table wearing a cloak over her school uniform. "Everyone's getting ready to go off for the holidays, but my Grandfather Weasley will be picking us up. I just wanted to come see you."

Scorpius shrugged, "I'm all right," he lied in a soft voice as he looked at Molly. "I've got lots of schoolwork and stuff to keep me busy over the holidays. Mum's off visiting her parents…"

Molly suddenly noticed the small piece of parchment that Scorpius was holding and frowned, "You're lying," she replied in a concerned voice as she sat down next to him. "What's happened, Scorpius?"

Scorpius was silent for several minutes and then he held out the note, "Mum told me not to come home for Christmas because she's gone into hiding," he replied in a somber voice as he looked at one of his few friends with a sullen expression on his pale face. "You can't tell anyone, Molly, I mean it…"

"Scorpius, you have to tell someone," Molly whispered in a concerned voice. "I can't leave you here…"

Scorpius suddenly gasped and stuffed the note into his bag as Professor Longbottom entered the Great Hall in boots, dress pants, and a dark sweater that had red, gold, and green trim on the collar with a very handsome vest on top of it. He gazed at all the sparsely occupied tables and then strode to the front of the head table where Hagrid and Professor McGonagall were working. Scorpius let out a sigh of relief.

Before Molly could reply, Albus came hurrying into the Great Hall wearing his uniform and robes, "Molly, Victoire and Dominique are looking for us," he said as he hurried over to the table. "We're supposed to have our stuff ready by nine; Grandfather's supposed to meet us around then…"

"You guys better go," Scorpius said in a quiet voice. "You wouldn't want to get into trouble…"

Even though she didn't want to, Molly reluctantly nodded and left the Great Hall, "Excited for the holidays, Scorp?" Albus asked softly, sensing that something was very wrong with Scorpius.

"No," Scorpius replied, unable to lie to his closest friend. "Just don't tell anyone, okay Albus?"

Albus suddenly looked annoyed, "I may be your friend, but I'm not gonna keep a secret if you're sad and need help, Scorp," he replied in a concerned voice. "If you're sad, you can tell me why."

"Not here," Scorpius replied, casting a weary glance at the Head Table. "Let's go somewhere else."

As Scorpius and Albus left the Great Hall, they failed to notice that Adrian was watching them from the other end of the table. Professor McGonagall and Professor Longbottom were also watching, but unlike Adrian, they were concerned as to why Scorpius seemed so sullen about the upcoming holidays.

"Time," LeighAnn said in a firm voice as a grain of sand dropped from the top of the hourglass into the bottom of the glass that was already filled with sand. "James and Fred, please pass your parchments in."

Letting out a tired sigh, James rolled up the parchment that contained his History of Magic exam on it and placed it on the table next to the chair LeighAnn was sitting in, holding Michael on her knee.

Fred sighed, got up from the carpet, and handed in his exam. LeighAnn sighed at the two rolled up scrolls, but before she could say anything, Mrs. Weasley came into the room with a tray of bowls of porridge.

"Breakfast," Mrs. Weasley said in a gentle voice, smiling as James and Fred got up off their spots on the carpet and returned to the couches. "How did James and Fred do during the exam, LeighAnn?"

LeighAnn sighed as she carefully cuddled Michael, "I'll send their exams to Hogwarts just as soon as I feed Michael some applesauce," she replied in a tired voice. "I think they have a Potions exam later…"

"Do we get to work in Professor Snape's lab?" James asked in an eager voice. "His lab is really cool!"

Mrs. Weasley chuckled as she handed the bowls to James and Fred, "I'm not sure, but you both best eat all of that porridge unless you want to spend the rest of the day in bed," she said in a stern voice.

As Fred and James began to eat, LeighAnn slowly rose from her chair, lifted Michael to her shoulder, and picked up the rolls of parchment, "If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Weasley, I'll be in the kitchen," she stated.

Mrs. Weasley frowned, but said nothing as LeighAnn carried Michael from the room, "Grandma, why was Professor Jenner looking so sad during our test?" Fred asked softly, his mouth full of oatmeal.

"Fred, Professor Jenner's tired cause she just had a baby," James interrupted. "Eat your porridge."

Before Fred could argue, Lucy came running into the den, "Grandmother Weasley, my dad's trying to get himself down the stairs without help," she said in a worried voice. "He's looking ready to throw up…"

"Oh dear," Mrs. Weasley whispered as she hurried out of the room and saw Percy clinging to the banister and trying to make his way down the steps in pajamas and a housecoat with his wand in hand.

Percy took no notice of his mother or youngest daughter, "I-I have to get to w-work," he whispered.

"Oh, Percy, no," Mrs. Weasley said in a soothing voice as she hurried up the steps and carefully put an arm around Percy's waist to hold him up. "You shouldn't even be out of bed yet, sweetheart."

Percy whimpered, but slowly relaxed as his mother led him to the bottom of the stairs, "Let's go into the kitchen and get you some breakfast," Mrs. Weasley said softly. "You're much too thin…"

"Professor Snape let me have breakfast when I got up earlier," Lucy replied softly as she gazed up at her very ill father's pale skin. "He took me up to see Daddy this morning, but Daddy was sound asleep."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, "Lily's upstairs with her mum and dad, so I decided to sit quietly in the other room and read," Lucy continued softly. "Can you please take care of my dad? I gotta write to Molly…"

"Molly will be here later today," Mrs. Weasley replied gently, cutting her off. "Maybe you and her could talk later about what you want to get people for Christmas. Now that Diagon Alley's open again…"

Percy suddenly looked very uncomfortable at the mention of Christmas, but said nothing, "Do you think Grandfather Weasley and Uncle Bill can take us shopping there later?" Lucy asked in an excited voice.

"Lucy, let's go eat breakfast!" Lily suddenly exclaimed as she came down the stairs in her pajamas. "I asked my mum if she and Grandpa Weasley could take us to Diagon Alley later and she said maybe!"

Lucy grinned and quickly followed Lily into the kitchen, "Percy, sweetie, what's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley asked, noticing the pained expression on Percy's face. "If you don't want Lucy going to Diagon Alley…"

"It's not that," Percy replied softly as he suddenly collected himself. "Things there can be expensive and Audrey and I always tried our best to stretch the money so that Christmas could be pleasant, and…"

A look of compassion and understanding suddenly appeared on Mrs. Weasley's face as she watched Percy sit down on the step, "I've not worked a day since Audrey was killed and there's simply no money for anything," he said in a nervous voice. "Molly and Lucy did little odd jobs for George at the shop…"

"We'll help you, Percy, of course," Mrs. Weasley replied gently. "The girls need a good Christmas…"

Percy nodded and let out a tired sigh, causing Mrs. Weasley to sit down next to him, "Mum, I'm exhausted," he whispered softly as he leaned his head against her shoulder. "I just want to rest."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and gently stroked Percy's hair as Mr. Weasley came down the stairs wearing a sweater vest, jeans, boots, and a large jacket, "Percy, are you sure you should be out of bed?" Mr. Weasley asked in a concerned voice as he came down the stairs and stood in front of Percy.

Not feeling up to long conversations at that moment, Percy silently closed his eyes to make it like he was sleeping, "Arthur, I'm just going to get Percy into the kitchen so he can eat with Lily and Lucy," Mrs. Weasley replied in a gentle voice as she smiled at her husband. "Are you off to Hogwarts then, dear?"

"Yes," Mr. Weasley replied in a cheerful voice. "Ginny's having a bit of a lie-in this morning since LeighAnn offered to keep an eye on James and Fred this morning. Harry's sitting with Teddy…"

Mrs. Weasley nodded, "James and Fred are eating porridge in the other sitting room and LeighAnn's in the kitchen feeding Michael," she explained. "James and Fred did one of their exams this morning…"

"Ah," Mr. Weasley replied in an amused voice. "I haven't seen Severus yet this morning, but he's run himself ragged trying to help all of us feel welcome in his home, so I suspect he's having a rest."

Percy suddenly let out a tired sigh, "Come on, Percy, let's get you into the kitchen," Mrs. Weasley said in a gentle voice as she carefully stood up and helped Percy to his feet. "See you later, Arthur dear."

"Mum, I can't find Albus," Rose said in an annoyed voice as she entered her mother's school office.

Hermione sighed and picked up the small bag that she had magically expanded and had packed all her things in for the holidays, "Arthur's going to be here any minute," she muttered as she walked around the desk and was relieved to see that Rose had her trunk with her. "Where are Molly, Victoire, and Domi at? We were all given strict instructions to meet in here at nine o clock sharp…"

"Sorry we're late," Dominique said as she suddenly burst into the room dragging her trunk behind her as Victoire followed. "Victoire was writing a leetle love letter to Teddy even zo zey broke up…"

Victoire scoffed, "I am just worried about him," she replied softly. "Teddy has not been himself…"

"Why don't you three stay in here and I'll go see where Molly and Albus got to?" Hermione suggested.

Before Victoire, Domi, or Rose could reply, Hermione quickly left the office and walked down the hallway towards the Great Hall. She spotted Albus, Molly, and to her surprise, Scorpius Malfoy, sitting on the steps talking in hushed voices. Albus and Molly were wearing their uniforms and cloaks and had trunks behind them, but Scorpius was only wearing his uniform and held a ratty book bag in his lap.

"…Have a fun holiday," Hermione heard Scorpius say softly. "I think someone's watching us."

Albus turned his head and blushed, "Hi Auntie Hermione," he said in an embarrassed voice.

"Everyone's gathering in my office now, Albus and Molly," Hermione said in a gentle voice, wondering why Scorpius wouldn't look at her at all. "Our escort's supposed to be here very, very shortly…"

Molly nodded and slowly got to her feet, "Are you gonna be okay, Scorp?" Albus whispered as he stood up and put a hand on the handle of his Hogwarts trunk. "I could always ask Dad if you can come…"

"Nobody wants me there, Al," Scorpius whispered. "Thanks anyway, though; it's better if I stay…"

Albus frowned, but nodded and walked over to Hermione and Molly, "Come on, you lot, your grandfather's waiting to get going," Ron, who had Flooed into Hermione's office straight from Diagon Alley, said as he came down the corridor. "I figured I'd come and see how you were all doing."

"Ron, you sneaky bloke!" Hermione said in an amused voice as she threw her arms around Ron.

Unable to bear the sight of happiness at the upcoming holiday, Scorpius stood up and walked quickly down the stairs to hide in the Slytherin Common Room; he would come out later when it was quiet.

Teddy moaned softly as he felt a cold, calloused hand on his forehead, "Who's there?" he whispered.

"Teddy, it's Harry," Teddy heard a very tired, yet very concerned voice reply. "Can you open your eyes?"

Teddy slowly opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he was lying in a soft bed that resembled beds that were used at Muggle Hospitals. He was even more surprised to find that Harry was dressed in Muggle clothes and sitting in a plush armchair at his bedside. Harry frowned at how pale Teddy was.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked in a gentle voice as he took Teddy's hand and gently rubbed it.

Teddy sighed, "Am…am I at St. Mungo's?" he asked in a faint voice, realizing that he was in pajamas and covered by a very warm blanket. He could also feel a pillow underneath his head and socks on his feet.

"No," Harry replied gently. "You're in a private room at Professor Snape's house so you can rest…"

The door suddenly opened and closed, "I did recommend that Mister Potter take you to St. Mungo's, Mister Lupin," a stern voice spoke. "However, Harry wanted you kept safe from prying eyes…"

"Because of my hands and wrists, right?" Teddy asked groggily. "Because I tried to hurt myself?"

Harry nodded, "You fainted when you saw James and Fred," he replied softly. "They're not mad at you and neither are Ginny and I. George was shocked when he heard that you made yourself sick…"

"I'm sorry," Teddy replied softly as he looked up at his godfather. "Professor, I'm also sorry…"

Severus sighed, "I am not going to turn you out of doors when you have nowhere to go right now, Mister Lupin," he said in a tired voice. "I would stay and join in the chat that your godfather plans to have with you, but I must prepare for the large influx of company that will be arriving at my home."

As Severus left, Harry sighed, "Teddy, I saw your memory of being attacked in Hogsmeade last Halloween," he stated in a soft voice. "Something terrible happened to you and I can understand why that would make you withdraw from everything, but Teddy, you aren't alone in knowing agony…"

Michael cooed happily from his highchair as LeighAnn fed him another spoonful of applesauce that was in a small bowl that sat on the chair's tray. At the other end of the long kitchen table, Lily and Lucy were eating large bowls of porridge that had been seasoned with raisins and cinnamon by Mrs. Weasley.

At the other end of the table, Percy had been sat down in a padded chair with arm rests and was allowing his mother to feed him spoonfuls of seasoned oatmeal from a large bowl since he was currently too weak to feed himself without making a mess, "Thank you, Mum," he said in a very soft voice.

"You're welcome, Percy," Mrs. Weasley gently replied, feeding him another spoonful as James and Fred came into the kitchen holding their empty bowls. "Did you eat all of your oatmeal, James and Fred?"

James and Fred both nodded, "Yes Grandmother Weasley," they replied in an obedient voice.

"You two should be studying for your Potions exam," LeighAnn spoke up softly. "It's this afternoon."

James grinned, "We always did all right in Professor Slughorn's class," he replied impishly.

"My father has graciously offered to supervise your Potions exam this afternoon, boys," LeighAnn said as she fed the last of the applesauce to Michael. "I wasn't the best at Potions in school, I'm afraid…"

There was a small chuckle as the door opened and closed, "You certainly gave your all at everything, LeighAnn," Severus said in an unusually gentle voice. "If you're feeling well enough to get around, I need you to go to Diagon Alley for me and pick up a few things at the apocathery. Do you mind doing so?"

"Not at all, Father," LeighAnn replied softly, slowly getting to her feet. "Can I leave Michael here?"

Michael cooed and immediately reached out to Severus with his small hands, "I suppose you want to be held by your grandfather, do you?" Severus asked in a toneless voice as he walked over to the highchair.

Again, Michael cooed and reached out, "Very well," Severus replied as he gently lifted Michael out of the high chair and held him against the shoulder of his black robes. "You're persistent like your mother."

"Mum, I'm feeling a bit tired," Percy said as he swallowed the last of the oatmeal. "And my hand hurts."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, "Daddy, can I give you a hug and kiss?" Lucy piped up as she looked at Percy.

Percy looked very surprised at that question, but nodded, "Of course you can, my Lucy," he replied in a very tired voice, deeply relieved that Lucy was no longer afraid of him. "Come over here, okay?"

Nodding, Lucy got up from her chair and walked over to Percy. She carefully hugged him around the waist and got up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. Percy sighed and gently returned the hug.

"…We're here!" a cheerful voice suddenly called out from the sitting room. "Where is everyone?"

Severus froze at hearing the voice of Hermione Granger, a student whom he used to act rather insufferable towards, "Father, I wouldn't worry about anything," LeighAnn said in a soft voice, catching the uncomfortable expression on her father's face. "If anyone says a bad thing about you, I'll hex them."

"Aunt Hermione!" James and Fred said excitedly as they dropped their empty bowls on the table and hurried out of the kitchen. "Wow, Uncle Ron brought Rose, Molly, Domi, Vicki, and a TON of trunks!"

Percy cringed at the noise and placed his undamaged hand on his forehead, "I think Percy could use a bit of a rest now," Mrs. Weasley said in a concerned voice as she stood up. "The noise is a bit much…"

Slowly, the noise level went down and Severus could hear Lucy asking Mr. Weasley if they could go to Diagon Alley to do some Christmas shopping, "…Well, if everyone gets settled in their rooms fairly quickly, I don't see why not," Mr. Weasley's voice replied gently. "Let me talk to Severus and…"

Severus paled as a loud gasp filled the living room, "Professor Snape died 19 years ago, Mister Weasley," he could hear Hermione say in a concerned voice. "You don't mean to say we're at Snape's house?"

Swallowing hard, Severus set Michael in his highchair, swept out of the kitchen, and saw that Mr. Weasley, Ron, Hermione, James, Fred, Rose, Albus, Dominique, and Victoire were all standing in front of the fireplace with several Hogwarts trunks at their feet. Hermione gasped at seeing Severus alive.

"P-Professor Snape," Hermione spoke nervously. "I thought you died 19 years ago from a snake bite…"

Severus sighed, "I almost did," he replied in an unusually soft voice. "However, this is not the time…"

"Severus is right," Mr. Weasley cut in in a commanding voice. "Take your things upstairs, kids, and take any of the rooms that have open doors. We'll discuss Diagon Alley when you all come back down."

Severus didn't wait to watch the children go upstairs; he swept back into the kitchen so that he could prepare a list of things for LeighAnn to get from Diagon Alley and also be near his only grandson. To him, spending time around Michael helped him to calm the anxiety that came from hosting many guests, although Adeleina also calmed his nerves quite a bit. However, Adeleina wasn't due for a few more days because Kaysar and Amythest were dropping by Diagon Alley to do their Christmas shopping first.

"…Have a pleasant holiday, Deputy Headmaster Linnis," a gentle voice said.

Scorpius froze as he heard Deputy Headmaster Linnis chuckle, "Please, Neville, call me Kaysar since school's on winter break," he replied in an amused voice. "…What about your holiday, then? I'm going to be spending time with family, but do you have something planned with your wife and two children?"

"We're just going to have a quiet dinner in our flat above the Three Broomsticks this year since the Leaky Cauldron's still not taking guests," Scorpius heard Neville reply in a pleasant voice. "Hannah's in Hogsmeade with Frank right now and I'll be taking Hannah there later this evening…"

The chatter slowly died away as Kaysar and Neville walked off into the Great Hall, "Why are you hiding down here, Scorpius?" Adeleina's voice filtered out from behind where Scorpius was standing.

"I'm waiting until the train leaves," Scorpius replied as he turned to face Adeleina. "You?"

Adeleina, who was wearing her travelling robes over her uniform, smiled, "Mum and Dad are taking me to Diagon Alley for some shopping and then we're going to see family," she replied happily. "What time is your mum coming to get you from the castle, anyway? Since you didn't go on the train, she must be…"

"I'm staying here," Scorpius replied softly. "Mum's tied up with work and such; there's no time…"

The doors to the Great Hall suddenly opened, "…If that's a legitimate note, I have reason to be concerned about young Mister Malfoy," Scorpius and Adeleina heard Headmistress McGonagall say in a worried voice. "Obviously, he didn't take the train with the rest of the students going home…"

Scorpius's eyes widened in horror; he had left his mother's note at the Slytherin Table and the professors had obviously found it and were now looking for him. What was he going to do now?

"Adeleina, you never saw me," Scorpius whispered. "I'm going to run outside and hide somewhere."

Before Adeleina could reply, Scorpius took off at a run across the Entrance Hall and burst through the front doors as if he were on fire. The air was frigid and the steps were icy, but Scorpius kept running as fast as he could. He was unaware that Professor McGonagall, Kaysar, and Neville were chasing him.

It took every bit of strength Scorpius possessed to force his body to keep moving, but as he was about at the bottom of the stairs, his foot came in contact with a patch of ice. He screamed as he quickly toppled down the rest of the stairs and hit the stone walk.

A faint moan escaped his cold lips as he passed out.

"Father, are you all right?" Severus heard a concerned voice say as his study door opened and closed.

Severus sighed and continued staring up at the family portrait that hung above the cupboard where he kept his most prized Potions ingredients; he was in the middle, Amythest was on the left, and LeighAnn was on the right. Kaysar and Adeleina stood next to Amythest, but LeighAnn stood alone holding a baby.

"The portrait updated itself already," Severus replied tonelessly. "I just needed a moment alone."

LeighAnn nodded, "I'm dressed and ready to go to Diagon Alley," she stated. "I came to get the list and I was also thinking of stopping by St. Mungo's and visiting Mum since I won't be able to at Christmas."

Swallowing hard, Severus turned his chair around to face her, "A visit might be a good idea, especially since your mother stopped talking because of the attack that killed the Longbottoms," he replied in a more emotion filled voice. "She never recognized us after her torture anyway, but at least she spoke."

For a moment, Severus was silent as he reminisced about the mother of his daughters; she had been a fair woman to associate with, but he had never fully forgotten his love for Lily.

Amy-Leigh Adeleina had been in his year and they had struck up a friendship that had blossomed into a platonic attraction; they had eventually lost their relationship because of Voldemort kidnapping and torturing Amy to insanity.

Even though Snape shuddered every time he remembered witnessing Amy's torture, he always forced himself to remember that Voldemort had shown mercy; he had allowed the girls to be brought up by their father, both carry the surname 'Snape', and live when all else was being taken away from others.

"I wish you to be careful," Severus finally said in a concerned voice. "Take the Floo Network."

LeighAnn nodded obediently, "Michael's resting in a playpen in the den where Mrs. Weasley can keep an eye on him since she offered to," she replied softly. "Father, would you like some time alone?"

"Yes," Severus replied in a hollow voice as he turned his chair away from the door. "Get the usual."

Letting out a sigh, LeighAnn silently left the study and Severus swallowed hard before silently weeping. He had lost so much and could regain much.

Horror filled Hermione's soul as she stood before the mirror in the room that her and Ron were allowed to stay in during their holiday visit; the scar on her arm had never faded and seeing that Snape had lived in hiding for the last 19 years had made her feel pain from the past. Luckily for her, she was alone.

"Hermione?" a soft masculine voice asked as the door suddenly opened. "Are you coming with us?"

Hermione turned and saw Ron standing in the doorway with a large travelling cloak covering his dress pants, shoes, and sweater, "It's just strange, Ron," she whispered softly. "Seeing that Snape's alive."

"I know, but he's been good to us," Ron replied gently as he came into the room. "James and Fred are staying home today so that they can take their Potions exam and I think Snape's gonna supervise it."

Hermione sighed, "I wish Rose didn't want to go to Diagon Alley so badly today," she whispered.

"You, me, Charlie, Dad, George, Ginny, and I are all going with Lily, Rose, Albus, Molly,Hugo, Domi, Victoire, and Lucy today," Ron replied in a soothing voice as he wrapped his arms around her. "Kaysar, Amythest, and Adeleina are supposed to be there too, so we'll be fine…"

Nodding, Hermione sighed; she thought it best not to mention Scorpius Malfoy at the moment, as Ron might get upset and leave without her. Even 19 years later, Ron wasn't a fan of the name 'Malfoy.'

"Anyway, we're about ready to go," Ron spoke in a soothing voice. "We're all downstairs."

Allowing herself a smile, Hermione nodded and allowed Ron to lead her for the room to the stairs.

Hannah Longbottom frowned as she entered the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts and saw Neville talking quietly to Madam Pomfrey at the foot of a bed that had a curtain around it, "Neville?" Hannah asked.

"Hannah, I'm so sorry to pull you away from work," Neville said in an apologetic voice. "Where's…?"

Hannah sighed, "Frank is watched by Headmistress McGonagall in the Great Hall," she replied as she gently embraced him. "I was so worried that you had been hurt that I actually closed the pub…"

"I've not been hurt, but a student has," Neville replied as he pulled open the curtain, revealing an unconscious Scorpius lying in bed with a large bandage around his head and one arm in a sling. "I had the misfortune of witnessing young Scorpius Malfoy here slip on some ice just outside the castle…"

Frowning, Hannah gave Neville a look, "Why would you call me to the school just because a Malfoy fell down some stairs, Neville?" she asked in a slightly confused voice. "You should call his parents and they can come and take him home."

"If you've kept up with the Daily Prophet, Hannah, you know that Draco's missing," Neville replied in a somber voice as he gazed at his wife. "Apparently, Scorpius just found out that his mother's gone into hiding, so he's got nowhere to go for Christmas. Minerva reported this to the Ministry and they say if nobody agrees to take Scorpius for the holidays, he'll have to be sent to a Muggle orphanage until after the holidays and also during the summer holidays…"

Hannah gasped, "Neville, he's just a child and a small one at that!" she replied anxiously. "Can't the Ministry do any better than a Muggle orphanage for a child in need? I know he's a Malfoy, but surely there's a home even for him!"

"Even 19 years later, the Malfoy name is still treated rather poorly," Neville explained softly. "The Ministry tried to find a placement for him, but nobody that had the room wanted to take a Malfoy into their home for Christmas."

Tears filled Hannah's eyes, "Now, Scorpius has to be here for a few days because he cracked his skull and dislocated a shoulder when he fell, so you can have time to think about it," Neville said softly. "If you can keep an eye on Alison too, I can stay here."

"You're a good man, Neville," Hannah replied gently as she kissed Neville's cheek. "Let me know when Scorpius wakes up."

Neville nodded, "I'll take Frank and Alison back to Hogsmeade with me," Hannah continued softly. "I'll prepare a bed in Frank's room that Scorpius can sleep in while he's staying with us. We don't have a lot of room, but we should be kind to Scorpius…"

Considering his parents are both missing without a trace. Hannah thought as she looked down at the pale boy in bed.

"Thank you," Neville whispered as he embraced his wife and then released her so she could get on with the rest of her day.

Hannah quietly wept as Neville sat in a chair at Scorpius's bedside; nobody should have to be alone at Christmas or suffer at all.

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