This is the penultimate chapter! Well, the next one's an epilogue so this is really the last chapter. But thank you so much to everybody who read or reviewed the last chapter! It got the most reviews so far! And since I've gotten 9 people saying they want a sequel, I will write one! It's going to be about their next year...

"Please!" Lily begged. "Please can I come?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I'm sorry, Lily-flower, but you can't come."

Lily pouted. "Why not?"

"Well, first of all, I'm going to be questioning Draco Malfoy a lot, and it might not be a good time for you to be watching," Harry replied. "You know, we were kind of enemies at school. Why don't you just stay here with the rest of your cousins?"

"But why does Scorpius get to go?"

"Because Scorpius is Draco's son," Harry responded."He wants to talk to his father, so this is the perfect time. And besides, he knows where his father works, so I can just follow him."

Lily sighed. "Fine. But you'd better come back soon and tell me everything that happened."

"I will." Harry gave his daughter a hug and then walked toward the exit of Beauxbatons with Scorpius at his side. When Harry had said that he was going to question Draco, Scorpius had asked if he could come too, just to talk to his father. Harry had agreed.

They walked in silence toward the boundaries of Beauxbatons, where apparition would be allowed. It was awkward for Harry to walk with his old archenemy's son, so he tried to make small talk. "So, Scorpius," Harry said. "How is school?"

"It's good," Scorpius replied. "How's your work?"

"Oh, it's busy," Harry answered. "Last week there were these two wizards who stunned an elderly woman walking in Diagon Alley. She was badly injured, and is still in St. Mungo's Today; it's lucky she didn't die, considering how old she is. We sent three Aurors to track the two who stunned her, and it took a long time to find them."

"Whoa," Scorpius commented. "Your job sounds interesting."

"Have you decided what you want to be when you grow up?" Harry asked.

Scorpius shook his head. "I don't know yet."

They arrived at the gate that surrounded Beauxbatons. Harry pushed it open, and let Scorpius through first. "Have you ever apparated before?" he asked Scorpius.

"No," Scorpius replied. "Is it painful?"

Harry laughed. "No, not really. It's just a bit uncomfortable when you first start apparating. Then you get used to it."

Harry held out his hand for Scorpius to hold for side-along apparition, and then he turned. For a second, the air was squeezed out of him, but then he managed to breath again.

Scorpius was coughing. "That was horrible!" he exclaimed. "I felt like I was going to die!"

Harry chuckled. "You'll get used to it."

They were now standing in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic, which was bustling with wizards and witches, most of which were probably going home. Harry checked his watch. It was 5:22 pm, but, according to Scorpius, his father usually didn't get home until 6:30.

"Where does your father work?" Harry asked Scorpius.

"I'm not sure," Scorpius answered. "Sorry. I know it's somewhere on the fifth level."

"That's all right," Harry said. "I'll just ask Robert."

He strode up toward the welcome desk, where Robert White, the receptionist, was sitting. "Hello," White said as Harry and Scorpius approached.

"Good afternoon," Harry replied. "Do you know where Draco Malfoy's office is?"

"Draco Malfoy?" White repeated, eying Scorpius suspiciously. "Hmm." He pulled out a book and began flipping through it. "Why do you need to see him?"

"I just need to ask him something," Harry replied. He watched as White searched through the book. "He should be on the fifth floor," Harry added. "I'm just not sure what office."

After a few seconds, White closed the book. "You're right, he is with the Department of International Magical Cooperation. You should try room 523."

"Thanks Robert," Harry said, and headed off toward the lifts. He and Scorpius got into an empty one, and took it to the fifth floor.

"The Ministry is so nice," Scorpius said. "Even the lifts are decorated nicely. It's all gold."

"You've never been here before?" Harry asked, surprised. He thought that Draco would have brought his son to the Ministry many times.

"Only once," Scorpius replied. "A long time ago. "My Dad's usually too busy to take me anywhere." He said that nonchalantly, but Harry couldn't help but feel bad for him. Draco wasn't a very good father if he neglected his son like that.

The Bell dinged and the lift opened toward the Department of International Cooperation. Harry walked along the hallway, looking for Room 523. Only the high Ministry officials got offices, while the others got cubicles. Draco Malfoy was a respected member of the Department of International Cooperation, but Harry, being an Auror, rarely visited him. Their jobs differed a lot.

"This is it," Scorpius said, pointing to a door that had the number 523 engraved on it.

Harry nodded, and knocked on the door. Then he waited.

The door opened, and the face of Draco Malfoy appeared.

"Hello, Malfoy," Harry said calmly. Scorpius watched his father's expression.

"Hello, Potter," Draco responded. His face didn't betray any sign of emotion; it was like a blank stretch of wall. "What makes you come here?"

"I need to ask you a few questions," Harry replied. "It might take some time. May we come in?"

Draco nodded, and let the two others in. Scorpius stared around his father's office. It was so neat and orderly, much like his office back at home, in Malfoy Manor. His desk was full of papers all stacked in neat little piles. There weren't any decorations on the wall. The only photograph in the whole room was one picture of Draco, Astoria, and Scorpius smiling together, on the desk. Scorpius smiled a little, glad this his father had something that had him in it.

"Sit down," Draco said to Harry, conjuring a chair out of the air. Harry sat down on it as Draco sat on his own chair. Scorpius looked around; there wasn't a chair for him to sit on.

"Here," Harry said, conjuring another chair for Scorpius, which appeared next to him.

"Thanks," Scorpius said, sitting down.

"So what do you want?" Draco asked.

Harry got straight to the point. "According to Monsieur Guillory, a wandmaker in France, you paid him to steal my son's wand."

Draco's face revealed nothing. "Why do you say that?"

"You haven't heard?" Harry asked. "About the kidnapping?"

"No," Draco said. "What kidnapping?"

Harry explained about Guillory and the whole chamber of rooms down below. When he was done, Draco sat still, looking as calm as ever.

"I'll repeat myself again," Draco said. "I did not pay Guillory to do anything. Why would I want Snape's wand?"

Scorpius watched as the two adults stared into each other's eyes, as if they were having a staring contest to see who could not blink the longest. Finally, Harry tore his gaze away. "Why would Guillory lie, then?" he asked.

"So he could have an excuse for hurting James?" Draco suggested. "I don't know. That's just my guess. But I did not pay him to get Snape's wand."

Harry stood up. "We'll be going then." He turned to Scorpius. "Did you want to talk to your father?"

Scorpius nodded. "Just for a few minutes."

"I'll be waiting outside," Harry said, and left the room.

Scorpius took a deep breath and stared at his father. "Dad," he began. "I have a confession to make."

Draco stared at his son. "What?"

"I…" Scorpius began. "I didn't stay at Beauxbatons for Easter. I went to The Burrow with the whole Weasley family."

It was true. Scorpius had told Rose and Albus that he had written to his father and he'd agreed, but in reality, Scorpius had been too frightened to do so. Instead, he'd lied and pretended that his father had agreed, when in fact, he didn't write to Draco at all.

Draco stood up, towering over his son. "Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy," he said in a condescending tone. "Are you saying you lied to me? That you went over to all the Potters and Weasleys for Easter without telling me?"

"Yes," Scorpius replied. "But I don't care. Dad, you don't scare me anymore. I'm already fourteen years old; I can do whatever I want."

"No, you cannot," Draco commanded. "I am your father, which means that I have control over what you can and cannot do. And because you disobeyed me during Easter, you're going to be grounded for the whole summer. No owls or letters to your friends. You're not going to be let out of the house at all."

Scorpius shook his head. "No. Dad, why do you think I would tell you about Easter if I didn't plan to do anything about it? I knew you'd ground me. But I'm not going to listen. See, going to The Burrow was the best experience I'd ever had. Everyone there was so nice to each other. It was one big happy family. Nobody was mean at all. It's just so much better than our home."

Scorpius paused for a minute, but his father didn't seem like he was going to say anything. So he continued. "I just don't understand," Scorpius said. "I don't know why you can't be like that. Ever since I was young, I've always wanted to please you. I've wanted to make you proud of me. But now, I realize, I can't. You're just this mean person who I'll never be able to please."

He got up and headed toward the door. Scorpius was about to open the door when he heard his father's voice. "You're still grounded, you know," Draco said. "You're going to have to come home this summer no matter if you want it or not. I'm going to make sure that you don't go off to any of your friends' houses."

Scorpius turned and gave his father a smile. "Okay, Dad." Then he turned the knob and left the office, leaving Draco there by himself.

The students all piled into the Hall for the Concluding Ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament. James stayed behind, looking for his father. Harry should be returning from the Ministry any minute.

Finally, James saw his father with Scorpius, entering the entrance hall in a rush. "Dad!" James said, rushing over to Harry. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you later," Harry replied. "Let's go into the Hall and eat first."

James agreed, and the three of them walked into the busy Hall where all the students were sitting. Most of the seats were already full, so the three of them sat together at the back of the room, away from the rest of the Weasley family. As soon as they sat down, Madame Maxime stood up.

"Welcome!" she said. "The Triwizard Task has finally ended yesterday, and we must celebrate the victories of the champions."

"In third place," Madame Maxime began. "Is Aimee Caron of Beauxbatons Academy!"

All the students clapped politely, with the Beauxbatons ones cheering loudly. Madame Maxime motioned for Caron to stand up, and she did, beaming.

"Tied for first place," Madame Maxime continued, when all the applause had died down. "Are James Potter of Hogwarts School and Anton Rosencrantz of Durmstrang Academy!"

This time, the applause was even louder. James nervously stood up, and saw, nearby, that Rosencrantz was standing too. James caught Rosencrantz's eye and grinned. Rosencrantz grinned back.

"So, we need some decoration!" Madame Maxime said. She flicked her wand, and banners appeared all along the walls. On the left were the banners of Durmstrang, and on the right, were the banners for Hogwarts. Madame Maxime gave another flick of her wand and food appeared on all the tables.

"I just realized I had never congratulated you, James," Harry said as he helped himself to some food. "All this worry about Guillory and Snape has delayed the celebrations."

James shrugged. "I never thanked you either. You were the one who sent the Firebolt, right?"

Harry nodded.

"Thanks a lot," James said. "Without it, I wouldn't have been able to win the Tournament."

James piled his plate with food and started eating. He hadn't realized how hungry he'd been until now. As he ate, he watched Scorpius staring into space, not touching his plate.

"Hey, Scorpius," James said. "Are you not hungry?"

Scorpius blinked. "Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just thinking." He stabbed a fork into a piece of chicken and slowly chewed.

James chose not to think about whatever Scorpius could possibly be thinking. Instead, he turned to his father. "So, what happened at the Ministry?"

"Malfoy said that he didn't tell Guillory anything," Harry replied. "He acted like he didn't know anything about everything. The problem is, he wasn't lying. At least, when I used Legilmency, I couldn't tell that he was lying."

"But doesn't Malfoy know Occulmency too?" James said. "So he could have been lying but just covered himself."

"I just don't know," Harry said, sighing. "The only way to solve this all is to find Guillory. But he just disappeared."

"Let's just forget about this whole mess," James suggested. "It doesn't matter. Everything's fine now."

Harry nodded. "But if Guillory ever appears again, I'm going to question him, hard."

"Thanks, Dad," James said.

They ate in silence until the food disappeared. Madame Maxime stood up again. "Thank you everyone for coming to Beauxbatons this year. This year's Triwizard Tournament has been a tremendous success. Inter-school friendships have grown and there have been no serious injuries. Tonight is the last time all of our three schools will be together. So have a wonderful summer."

Everyone stood up, cheering. James pushed through the crowd to find the rest of his family. "James!" Lily said, seeing him from far away. "Congratulations!"

Then everyone else was there. Fred, Oliver, Dominique, Roxanne, Molly, Lucy, Louis, the Scamander twins, Rose, Albus, Hugo… And then all his aunts and uncles. Soon the rest of the Hogwarts students were all hugging and celebrating and laughing together.

Soon, when all the celebrations were mostly over, James sat down on one of the benches connected to the long tables. He was surprised when Rosencrantz walked over and sat down next to him. "Enjoying all this?" he asked.

James shrugged. "Sort of."

"Look," Rosencrantz said. "I just want to thank you right now. You could have just took the cup and enjoyed all the glory yourself. But you didn't. You let me win too, and then you gave me most of the money."

"It's fine," James replied. "I already have a lot of money."

The two of them sat together and watched the hall slowly empty out. "So," James said awkwardly. "How's Norway?"

"It's nice," Rosencrantz responded. "Very cold, though." He and James talked about their own schools, and about their family and friends. It was interesting to hear about another Wizarding school in a different country.

Eventually, the hall emptied out. "So," Rosencrantz said, preparing to get up. "See you later, then."

"I don't think I'm ever going to see you again," James said. "Maybe in the far future, but not for a while. We're going back to our separate schools tomorrow."

Rosencrantz shrugged. "Well, goodbye then. It was nice meeting you."

James wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He watched as Rosencrantz walked away. "Wait!" James shouted. "This is you're last year, right?"

"Yeah," Rosencrantz said.

"What are you doing after school?"

"I was originally planning to open a shop near my home so I could stay home to help my sisters," Rosencrantz answered. "But now since I've gotten all this money, I'm not sure. Perhaps I'll go join the Ministry and do something there."

"Good idea," James commented. "Well, let's keep in touch somehow. Do you have an owl?"

"Yeah," Rosencrantz replied. "I'll write to you about life next year if you write to me about seventh year."

"Sure," James said. "Well, see you some time later."

"Bye," Rosencrantz said, and left the room. James sat there in the Hall by himself. He sighed, then got up and went to the tent outside. It was time to pack and return back to Hogwarts, and eventually back home.

What did you think? Were Scorpius or Rosencrantz too out-of-character? Tell me in a review!

So one more chapter before the sequel! I'm still not sure on a name for it, yet...