"Draco Malfoy assisted in the murder of Albus Dumbledore…Draco Malfoy let the girl he supposedly loved be tortured, almost to death- she only escaped Malfoy Manor due to her best friends and the former Malfoy house-elf…He tried to kill Harry Potter in the Room of Requirement…or rather, led his sidekicks, while he pretended he didn't want him dead. He should have died in that fire. He's a coward, running to his Death Eaters while everyone he went to school with was to die…and he forced the girl he loved to join him…"

I snapped the book shut and put my hand to my head, my fingers against my forehead, as I sighed- like I had a huge headache. Fed up, I flung the book with all my force away from me across the room. It hit one of the shelves that went all the way around the giant circular room, and it tumbled to the floor.

This was bullshit. Every word was against him…But I'd read the whole thing before- and I knew I shouldn't pick it up again- as it only made me angry- but I did, I was thirteen, so why should I listen to sense?

The house elf scampered into the room and saw the book on the ground and hurried over to pick it up.

"Leave it." I said, my voice full of utter anger and annoyance.

The house elf looked up at me and spoke in a high pitched tone, "But Mr. Malfoy-"

"Didn't you hear what I said? Or are you just stupid?" I snapped, pulling my hand away from my face and opening my eyes.

The tennis ball eyes I looked at with venom filled up with tears, and the voice that went with those features spoke again, "Young Master Malfoy, you are not usually this way. Would you like something? Something troubles you, or you would not act this way."

I sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just in a bad mood…you can go relax until Mum or Dad needs you."

Then, the small house elf shuffled out of the room, just as my Mum walked in.

"Scorpius, why are you yelling? I was upstairs in my study, writing a letter for Harry in…for an important matter, and heard you."

"Mum, I know the matter is about how Crabbe escaped. You're trying to secure Azkaban. I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm smart, and I can understand this stuff without breaking. I'm 13 now."

"I know you're not, but it doesn't mean I want you to be growing up. I know you can do this, but too much can hurt you…last December…you were hurting so much, and my heart shattered, because I knew I couldn't stop the hurt; it was out of my control."

"Mum…Dad's not in danger though."

She paused. "Right?" I added.

"He won't be. We just have to keep the inmates in Azkaban."

"Ugh! Why don't we just kill them all!"

"No one wants to take a life unless we have to, it's something us Aurors won't do unless need be. And I won't be hearing those things out of your mouth, young man!"

"Then you just won't hear me say them." I muttered.

"I heard that!" she called over her shoulder as she went over and picked up the book on the ground. She saw the cover and the page where it rested on and went soft. She looked to me sadly. "Scorpius."

"What do you want me to say Mum?" I said frustrated.

"Don't listen to what this says. It twists everything…for one- they don't even mention that I was in the Fiendfire, and it was Harry and I's choice to go save Draco and Goyle. They also don't say that if he'd died, then Harry would've died too. Your grandmother would have told Voldemort Harry was alive in the forest if he had told her that her son was dead."

"If Dad had died in the Battle of Hogwarts…" I said slowly, "what would you have done?"

She gave a lopsided smile. "Do I have to answer that? Because do you want a happy ending, or the truth?"

"Why would you die, if he died?" I remembered how she threatened to kill herself last December if Dad had died.

"I love him too much." She expressed. "At 16, I knew my life was nothing without him…I'm pretty sure I realized that earlier than that though…maybe around 14, or 15. You're 13 now…I don't want you to have to go through unnecessary things though."

"Weren't you my age when your brother died?"

She froze, and in her eyes I could practically see what she seeing then. Seeing her brother dead, her father breaking down, Harry too…and Dad coming to her rescue…

She recovered quickly. "I was."

"What was Uncle Cedric like?" I pondered.

"He was kind, modest, and helpful, caring…he always put me first…except…my first year…" she swallowed a lump in her throat. "Stupid fights." I looked confused at her so she resumed her motherly pose, instead of a still grieving baby sister. "Well," she put the book on the little table besides an unlit lamp, "I have to go back to work. I'll be late, but Dad should be home in a few hours. Will you be fine on your own? I feel awful that you're alone so much."

"It's fine. I'm used to it. If I get really bored, I'll Floo to Rose's or Albus's place."

She grinned and ruffled my hair. "That's my boy."

"Mum." I laughed, and pushed her away. "I'm an adult."

"Says the kid who got upset when his father wouldn't give him a piggyback out of King's Cross Station." She said as she exited.

"HEY!" I yelled, but had a sloppy grin on my face. "You're so evil!" she laughed, and then it was silent after the familiar pop in the house.

Alone again.