Fifteen minutes before the Hogwarts Express was due to pull into platform 9 and ¾'s Abby, Jane and I were exchanging presents for Christmas. Our yearly ritual of shaking and tapping each other's presents and guessing what was inside of them.

"Oh, the mystery!" Abby exclaimed knocking on the small square Christmas present like it was a door. I had given her that present, it was a book covered in mistletoe wrapping paper. The book was about powerful hexes and jinxes that had funny outcomes that actually did work. I decided to give her that because she had read nearly every quidditch book known to man, had an endless supply of sweets and novelty items in her trunk, no interest whatsoever in jewellery and had every type of quill a witch could have, broken and working.

"I am not at all hurt by your sarcasm," I said pressing my thumbs into the wrapping of my present which was soft and plush (a teddy bear? Can never have enough of them).

"What?" Abby said genuinely confused. "This could be anything. A box of unicorns, Monsieur Wood's wagging finger gift wrapped, the elder wand, the possibilities are endless."

"That's a bit of a stretch. The last time I checked Monsieur Wood still had all his fingers intact. The Golden Trio isn't hiding the elder wand, Abby, how many times do I have to tell you it was snapped, is probably rotten and eaten by a rat."

"I hope it's that rat then."

I shuddered, "Not exactly the Christmassy image I was hoping for."

Why did I bring rats up? Rats creep me out all rats have ever since dad told me and Hugo the wonderful tale of his rat Scabbers as a bedtime story when I was five. I got nightmares of giant scurrying rats crawling all over me for ages. Moving swiftly along from my dad's terrible choices and my icky fear (suppressing with all my might).

The package I gave Jane was smaller than the present I gave Abby. It was covered in the same mistletoe wrapping paper but inside it was filled with tons of lipsticks all different shades of pinks and reds that Jane had taken a liking to over the last month. I knew she was definitely going to get use out of the lipsticks. She was going through makeup faster than Scorpius and I went through our Honeydukes sweets.

Jane was stuffing the gifts from Abby and me into the top of her already full backpack. She struggled to fit Abby's enormous L-shaped present. Jane and I were the most curious about that out of all the gifts.

Jane abandoned trying to stuff Abby's present into her bag and picked up the Quibbler.

"I wish I could come to the wedding," Jane said flicking through the pages of the Quibbler. "Knowing Victoire it's going to be the chicest event of the year."

I laughed, "Did you forget about the Jane and Eric-"

"Janic," Abby chimed in.

"Spectacular event that's currently taking place all day every day?"

Jane flicked a Bertie Bott's earwax bean across at me and hid a smile behind her magazine at the mention of Eric.

I waved my hand in front of my face to stop it from taking out my eye.

"Oooh, I really want to see..." Abby burst out from her awkward upside down position next to me. "Time bomb whoopee cushions. James and Fred said they'll put time bomb whoopee cushions under the seats of really prissy people. They'll go off with a stinky bang during the ceremony."

"That's just cruel. If they did that at my wedding I would kill them," Jane scowled.

"Thank you for telling us that, Abby, I'll put a stop to it," I said.

"Forget I said anything, Rose!" Abby said clapping her hands over her mouth. "God, sitting like this makes me so goofy."

"Maybe you should sit up?" I suggested.

"No, the world is better upside down," Abby said firmly. "I refused to live in a right side up world anymore. I've wasted my life looking the 'right' way."

"You're red in the face, your eyes are bulging and if the train jams on you will break your neck," Jane stated.

"Fine," Abby muttered doing a spectacular half handstand half tumble into a sitting position into the seat across from her.

"TA-DA!" She grinned.

I clapped and stretched my legs out across the seat happy for the extra leg room.

"I really wish you guys could come." I sighed picking up my book beside me. "It's going to be me and Grandad again. Well, he's buckets of fun but the people that come to say hi usually aren't."

"What about, Albus?" Jane said. "I thought you two were friends outside of school."

I gritted my teeth and glared out at the scenic landscape rushing by the window. I hadn't told them about Albus. I had kind of forgotten that Albus had insulted me. I had thought more about the words that had come out of Scorpius' mouth that day.

As I thought of those words my hatred was forgotten and replaced with a burst of excitement. I tried to push the thoughts and feelings away by turning my focus to the words in front of me. I concentrated on words until the black and white print looked blurry and abnormal.

But then I realised the pair were looking at me expecting an answer that I had let go for too long.

"Well…" I said slowly, thinking very carefully. I didn't trust myself not to blurt out the chaos that was going on inside my head.

'Scorpius Malfoy thinks I'm pretty and smart who cares what anybody else thinks of meeee!'

Shut up, Rose

"Rosie." I could hear Scorpius' distant voice in the back of my mind. "Rose."

SHUT up!

I wanted to bang my head against the wall until the insanity was gone. Ever since mid second year that voice and those weird feelings were there but I was barely able to hear or sense them they were just a distant white noise. But recently it's been getting so loud that it's making everything… weird. 'What do you want?' I cried to the circus inside my head. I think I might be due for a trip to the insanity ward in St Mungo's any day now.

"Oh, I had forgotten about him," I said. It wasn't a lie, I hate lying to my friends but I can't imagine telling them about how I had found out about Albus being a major, major dick. "We'll see how it goes." I laughed nervously.

"Okay, Rose is being weird," Abby said shaking her head at me.

Jane sighed, "Abby, she probably isn't comfortable talking about Albus."

"Thank you, Jane. I'm as normal as normal could be." I said coolly. "I prefer to hang out with Lily than Albus."

"If you have any time between the bucket full of family feuds take pictures," Abby said.

"I really want to see if Victoire chooses the satin, lace, velvet or fur robes," Jane said with knowledge about these things that I did not possess at all.

"I'll send you a picture of it," I said knowing that a picture would do more justice to Victoire's dress than I ever could.

I absent-mindedly stroked the glossy furry body huddled in the corner next to me. Pumpkin for once was awake. I knew this because despite his eyes being shut his breathing was barely audible. Usually, when he slept there were big snorts, sighs, snores and occasional purrs.

He rolled over giving me a view of some of his chubby stomach. I rubbed his furry warm chest when I did this he contently purred to himself.

"I think I might die of excitement," Abby said breathlessly not for the first time today. "Thunderstorm 31716." She held her arms out grandly in front of her like she was preparing to catch the words in her hands as they came out.

Abby continued adding in a certain voice, "My heart will shatter into a million pieces when I finally see that beauty and she's finally mine!"

I didn't comment on Abby's obsession? Longing? Lust? For what she called the 'mother of all broomsticks' because I'm a good friend or more likely I wasn't wasting my breath when Abby was too head over heels in love with a broomstick to care what my broomstick, quidditch hating had to say about it.

"Finally, you'll get to tryout for the team," Jane said happily.

Abby had vowed not to go for the team until she got a suitable broomstick that wouldn't cramp her style. A second-hand ancient nimbus wasn't part of her fantasies and had no chance of knocking anyone off their broom, maybe in my parents time but not now.

That Nimbus she burnt to a neat pile of ashes on Thursday. Outside Hagrid's hut, I stood starving and missing dinner. I envied Jane who had used the boyfriend excuse and was up in the warm Great Hall eating Hogwarts' finest while I stood sinking into the snow in the dark. Hagrid and his faithful hound Fang were also present for the ceremony looking on disapprovingly but unable to talk determined Abby out of it. Abby chanted over the flames (like in potions) at the top of her lungs, "BURN! THUNDERSTORM 31716 FOREVER!"

I shook my head at the memory silently laughing to myself. Then the train came to a squeaking halt in King's Cross Station. Pumpkin (the clever boy) lifted his head and opened his eyes but made no motion to move (the lazy boy) and looked to me expecting me to pick him up and carry him.

"You enjoy that broomstick," I said kindly to Abby giving her a thumbs up. I stood up, grabbed my bag from the overhead rack and shrugged it onto my shoulders. I couldn't wait to see mom and dad again. I was really starting to miss them lately the letters hadn't been enough.

"Have a lovely Christmas," Jane said standing and giving me a one-armed hug trying to balance a pile of books she brought along with her to read on the train in the other.

Abby jumped in on this and hugged us both together.

"Merry Thunderstorm Christmas to you all!" She said releasing us from her bone-crunching hug (surprisingly like Hagrid's) and twirling towards Pumpkin who was watching us with a mild interest in his pumpkin orange eyes.

"And an extra very merry Christmas to you my rat catching prince." She cupped his face in both her hands and planted a dozen kisses on his forehead and one on the tip of his twitching nose. She narrowly missed Pumpkin sneezing into her mouth.

"Ugh!" I choked in reaction looking at Pumpkin who was pretty relaxed.

He was more than use to getting treated like a baby by Abby. I knew he was only putting on an act because of all the junk she would slip him (such as popcorn, Ice Mice and other things that could possibly kill him). Abby gave us a final wave and skipped out of sight down the corridor. Jane gave Pumpkin a pat on the head and walked out with me. Pumpkin was like a sack of potatoes in my arms. I couldn't bring myself to stuff him into a cat carrier. A plus to carrying him was his fur worked as well as any heating charm.

We pushed behind the tidal wave of students all trying to get through the tiny doors of the train at the same time. 10 minutes later after several near death tramplings, me trying to peer over people's head expecting to see some shiny blonde hair and Pumpkin almost killing too many owls, toads and other cats to count we had made it onto the platform. Jane said goodbye and went off to find her parents. Then began the next challenge, finding mom and dad while not getting squashed to mush by the people on the overpacked platform. I hurried forward gripping Pumpkin. I learned from experience that fast was better when it came to enthusiastic parents and their cocky teenagers.

"Rose!" I heard a warm voice that I hadn't heard in what felt like forever call. My head turned in the direction of the voice to see my mom. She was on the balls of her feet trying to peer over the heads of the crowd. Still, in her work clothes, a fancy immaculate blue pair of business robes that said more than just 'fancy' standing out from the crowd of casual muggle and wizard clothing and of course, we cannot forget about the signature frizzy puff of hair tied in a knot at the back of her head.

I grinned and pushed through the crowd to get to her at her place at the back of the platform. The instant I was close enough to her she wrapped her arms around me and Pumpkin pulling us into a tight hug. Dad, who was nearby with Uncle Harry came over and patted my head. He gave me a quick hug when mom let go.

"Where is Hugo?" Mom asked returning to her position on the balls of her feet peering over the heads of the crowd looking for another ginger haired child. "He usually doesn't take this long."

"Hermione, he's probably saying goodbye to his friends or getting his trunk. Stop worrying," Dad waved dismissively. "He'll be here in a minute."

Then he turned to me and added, "All the ministry work is getting to your mother."

Mom, who even with the volume of the voices on the platform still had excellent, unnatural hearing shot dad a look over her shoulder that spoke louder than a retort. I had suspicions that dad was right. The letters that I got from my parents were usually written by my mom and contained the odd scrawl at the end from dad if he was passing through during the letter writing process. Lately, I was only getting a quick paragraph that wasn't written in my mother's elegant neat writing. It contained the bare minimum of the happenings at the Weasley household, a quidditch report and other irrelevant reports along the lines of that. I had to admit some of the stuff dad wrote did make me laugh but they weren't as comforting as mom's letters. In her letters time, thought and effort were clearly put in.

I was really looking forward to spending time with her. She promised over the summer when I came back for the Christmas break I could help her with her ministry work and maybe even some SPEW campaigning work because the fight for House Elves freedom is never over!

"I missed you so much." I started my mom replied the same back before I could fully say the last word.

"You have to tell me all about school. Your letters haven't been what they usually are. You're barely telling us anything about your classes."

This was true it wasn't just my parent's letters that were lacking recently mine were too. I didn't have time lately to tell them everything and I couldn't tell them everything. Surprisingly every time I picked up my quill to write about school and recent events Scorpius was what came to my mind. 'Why?' I asked myself every freaking time. 'Was he becoming my world?' Ugh, that sounds weird and slightly stalkerish.

Stop thinking about Scorpius!

I blinked coming back to earth a bit fuzzy. Mom had continued talking (talking for Merlin knows how long). I stared at her blankly having no clue what she was trying to tell me.

"It's terrible but I think it's going to change." She finished half-heartedly.

I nodded and she gave me a raised eyebrow.

"How are your friends?" Mom asked abandoning her previous point.

"He's-" I started then stopped abruptly.

"He? Have you made a new friend?" Mom asked with an unsuspecting good-natured smile.

"Yes," I said thinking fast on my feet and for once in my life thinking up a good lie that was really just a twist of the truth. "Eric, a Ravenclaw, who I tutor."

My eyes darted in all directions. I wasn't used to lying to my mother. A sickly feeling entered my stomach when I did but the thought of revealing who 'he' actually was made the sickly feeling in my stomach do a backflip.

Mom is the brightest witch of her age (I could argue of all time). So it is no surprise she can see through me like glass. She can read me like instructions for a potion, memorise, improve and flawlessly conduct.

"Tutor?" She said. "You didn't mention that."

"Just started. I was talking to him on the train about it." I spoke quickly still on an unbelievable roll with my lies.

"That's good to see you're really taking an interest in studying. What subject?"

"This and that," I said. The only thing that I'm tutoring is how to shove an unnecessarily large amount of food into your mouth to Scorp.

Then I added as an escape, "It's really loud here can we talk about it at home?"

An excuse and request that didn't sound like a question. I knew either way if I had said more or not she would question me more at home. Mom and I's conversations were about school, work, exams and everything in between. Not as boring as it sounds, there was always something new to talk about. Well, that about sums up my over fondness for the Library and heart crushing love for every yellowing dusty book on those towering shelves.

"Look who's coming," Dad announced not paying any attention to mom and I's conversation. It was almost as if he had turned himself off while standing right beside us. I looked up at him to follow his gaze expecting to see Hugo strolling towards us with his trunk dragging along behind him. Instead, I saw the boy prick Albus moving to Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. Scorpius wasn't there, don't know why I even thought of that.

No smile was present on Albus' face or anything remotely close to one. His nose was crinkled like something foul was wafting up his nose. The rest of his face was consumed by a pout. In any other situation, I would've laughed at his expression that was as comical as his strut like walk. It was even more warped than the one he wore in Herbology, 'narrowed everything', that kept enthusiastic Neville on the opposite side of the classroom.

Mom was looking disapprovingly but not at Albus like dad and I but at dad. Probably because he had used the same tone he would've used if a Malfoy was approaching. James was nowhere in sight to sneer. Lily stood with her parents talking about something with Aunt Ginny who by now was half-heartedly replying her attention turning to Albus.

"If he was my son, I-" Dad started.

"Well, he isn't." Mom said shortly. She probably heard what he had to say next before.

But Dad wasn't finished and didn't even notice her tone.

"Harry's been saying-"

Mom made a noise at the back of her throat like a cat hiss and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as if she could protect me from his collection of Potter gossip.

"Ron, I highly doubt that is appropriate."

Dad opened his mouth to say something else but mom beat him to it.

"I have dinner waiting at home. The quicker you get the trunks, the quicker we can go home."

Dad grumbled something that I couldn't hear and walked off still watching the Potters. I put down Pumpkin whose weight was making my arms ache.

"Maybe you should talk to Lily." Mom suggested. "I'll try and find Hugo."

Lily was definitely in need of some conversation. Albus was the center of attention and in the middle of a very awkward embrace with Uncle Harry. Lily was ignored and had drifted a good deal off to the side looking annoyed.

"How's my favourite cousin?" I walked over to her and said in my brightest voice. Thankfully she was well away from the Potters to avoid any more awkwardness. Lily's face flickered from annoyance to her usual small bright smile.

"Apart from that." She gestured to her family eying Albus. "Never been better."

"Yeah, that is a nuisance," I said.

"Oh, Rosie, please don't tell me you walked all the way over here to discuss Al. You're starting to sound like my mother." Lily shook her head. "Wedding!" she suddenly half shrieked. "It's finally happening for Vicky and Teddy. I wish the dress fittings were right now."

"Yeah, if it's anything like the letters we probably won't sleep for two weeks."

"Don't be such a downer. It's going to be so much fun. We'll be planning your wedding after that."

"I somehow doubt that," I said.

"Don't prejudge it's bad for your aura," Lily said. "I've been planning on how I'm going to do your makeup and hair-"

"Me?"

"Well, everyone's." Lily commended. "I have a binder that is the size of an Ancient Runes dictionary in my bag. And it's growing faster than I can say Engorgio."

"Good luck with this," I said giving a strand of my hair that was hanging loosely from my ponytail a good-natured tug. "I trust your make up ability but transforming this would be a miracle."

"Witch Weekly plus me is a miracle worker." Lily teased but sounded scarily confident in this.

Then suddenly out of nowhere James clapped his hands making a loud bang over my head. He scared the Hippogriff out of me. Lily, however just gave a snort of laughter. James patted me sympathetically on the back.

"Wedding gossip?" James inquired. "I hear the wedding is going to be a real stinker."

I frowned, "Firstly, I heard about your planned whoopee cushion attack so stop looking so clever and secondly, that was a lame attempt at a joke coming from you.

"Who told?" James questioned while at the same time Lily made an 'oh, how could you!' noise at the thought of a white wedding being sabotaged by whoopee cushions.

"How do you know I didn't figure out the whole thing on my own?" I said crossing my arms and standing up straighter.

"Merlin Fred." James kicked the ground of the platform that was freshly cleared of snow and frost. "Merlin Abby," James concluded.

"I'll be telling Victoire," Lily informed him. For once I wasn't the complete rain on James' parade, Lily took the crown. "And you will not be leaving my sight during the wedding."

Oh, trust Lily to handle things. She was the complete package deal when it came to this. Aunt Ginny and Grandma Molly combined.

"Lily, James come over here," called Aunt Ginny. I glanced over to the Potter parents and their emo child. The failed hugging attempt had ended. Albus had returned to looking like a complete loner next to his parents.

James being the immature boy he was, saw only Albus. He scowled and didn't make any motion to move towards his parents.

"We'll see you later, Rose," Lily said in a voice that was completely contrasted by the dark cloud James had flung over the mood. "You have to visit- or I'll come to you- to discuss your style for the wedding, and you have to help me with mine I need an outsiders opinion. You think a gold scrunchy is too much?" she spoke quickly but somehow managed to still keep the words in clear and understandable English.

Lily hurried to her mother dragging James along with her restarting the lecture from earlier. Aunt Ginny smiled and waved at me seeing me for the first time since James' towering height had been blocking me from view. I grinned and waved back before scanning around for my parents. They were nowhere to be seen. I rolled up my sleeves in anticipation for another fight through the crowd. It had thinned a fair amount but the tiny Platform Nine and ¾'s was still overpacked. I had to find them before this turned into me freaking out when I was nine after losing my parents in Diagon Alley.

Just when I started to feel lonely a comforting smooth warm creature brushed up against my legs. Pumpkin!

I was about to bend over and pull him back into my arms when his face turned up to me. His facial hair and snout were littered with crumbs and in the centre of this a filthy Pumpkin Pastie (suits) was lodged in his mouth.

"Ew!" I proclaimed loud enough to draw the attention of a nearby family.

Ew, indeed, Abby kisses that! Not that Pumpkin is any less adorable. I prefer him clean without aging pastie crumbs on his face.

"Right, we're all here," Dad said suddenly next to me with my trunk wheeling behind him. Mom and Hugo were right behind him laughing about something.

Pumpkin loves to leave dead things and other disgusting things as presents or gifts of evil for me. Dad noticed Pumpkin's stuffed face and took a step back.

"Drop it, Pumpkin," I commanded pointing my finger like he was a dog. Pumpkin took no notice of this. If only I was allowed to use magic and had a stupid cat that was slow enough for me to cast a spell on. "Spit it out!"

Dad not being a big cat person just stared at the 'beast'. Mom still keeping her concentration on Hugo flicked out her wand and twisted it in a swirling motion under her arm at Pumpkin without saying a word. Pumpkin scoffed and spat it out. I jumped to pick him up before he could lodge it in his mouth again.

"Finally, I'm starving," Dad said holding out his arm for me to take.

'For Merlin sake not Apparition!' I thought almost complaining out loud. Well, it was either Apparition or dad's 'strange' driving.

He waved his arm signalling me to hurry up and take it.

Mom laughed, "You ate before we got here."

She grasped Hugo's shoulder who for once didn't complain at her touch. Dad shrugged at a loss to explain his enormous appetite. He was hungry and that's all that mattered. I took his arm gripping it tightly. Pumpkin hated this method of travel as much as I did. He wriggled and tried to huff but in a second there was a loud snap followed by the claustrophobic sensation of being pressed against two walls in a room with no air. Then our sitting room came into focus after several seconds of dizziness. Pumpkin kicked out of my arms and pranced away to his usual crib under the stairs.

Then I sat in the kitchen and talked to mom. She magicked the dinner out with a few flicks of her wand. She asked about Eric but this time, I came prepared. I made him out to be an extreme background character, I made it out that I didn't even know or care what his favourite colour was (Scorpius' is blue, shocker).

Then she gave me a short lecture about boys and study conclusion they don't mix. Mom told me a vague story about her and a boy in fourth year that took away from some valuable study hours this gave her less time to prepare for the exams. Victor Krum, I knew, a name not to be spoken in a light-hearted tone in front of dad on pain of his grumbling. I didn't say it because dad has an odd way of hearing this sort of stuff. Anyway, mom's 'story' lasted for about 4 sentences before she turned to me and expected me to have learnt a valuable lesson about boys and studies.

I wasn't hanging on her every word I was thinking about Scorpius and I in the Library. That counted as study. Even though it would probably be considered too loud and much too fun for mom to think it was studying.

Dad and Hugo ran into the dining room straight away when mom called them for dinner. After a nice dinner, I headed upstairs to spend some time in my room. I hadn't seen my room in a good few months. It didn't even feel like my room anymore the dorm felt more like my room. It was weird not sharing a room with four other girls. My room was unnaturally quiet when I sorted through the books I didn't take to Hogwarts with me that were piled on my desk. The only sound that I could hear was Hugo in the room next to me. From the sounds of it, he was scraping furniture across the floor.

I was about to go and ask Hugo what in Merlin's name he was doing when a tapping came at my window.

My heart skipped a beat, I dropped the books I was holding back onto the desk and I bolted towards the window almost tripping over my trunk.

I pulled back the flowery curtains to reveal an owl. I knew it was Scorpius' straight away he looked exactly like he said Andrew would. Even through the glass of the window I could feel a 'touch me and I'll bite you' aura about the aggressive owl.

I glanced around the room to check that no one had snuck in. When I saw nothing out of place I unlatched and pulled open the window.

Andrew flew in out of the cold. I shivered at the cold breeze. He perched on the back of the chair at my desk. His eyes broadened at me as I cautiously stepped towards him. There was an envelope tied by a piece of string to his leg. The knot in the string was loose and by the look of it, a gentle tug would release the envelope from the owl.

"He remembered!" I burst out to Andrew suddenly feeling very excited and giggly.

Andrew only gave me a stare that said 'get over yourself.'

For what felt like forever I tried to get the letter from the owl. By the 50th time, I managed to tug the string from his leg and the letter fell to the floor. His small sharp beak had left paper cut sized marks across my hands.

I greedily fell onto my bed after grabbing the letter and ripped it open to read.

Dear Rose,

It read in Scorpius' writing. I grinned and moved on.

I did not write this the second I came off the train. I waited until I came home which took ages because my grandmother wouldn't stop pestering me for information. Not about school but about the activity of everyone in Slytherin, and I mean everyone. I am writing to you now with nothing much to say well I'm not writing to you my house elf is doing it for me- Got you! I can only hope you punched a hole through your wall at that or that will get you to reply faster because my father will get suspicious if my owl is out too long and I am very, very bored. I can't leave my room. My family will make it even more boring for me if I do. You always have something entertaining to say or in this case write.

I'm starting to miss the time in the Library doing homework with you. Or hanging out in the corridors and outside in the snow. Divination is a hundred times better than this. At the end of this sentence, there were two very badly scratched out 'Rose' and 'Rosie'.

Scorpius

P.S maybe 20 pages next time.


Author's Note: Sorry for the slow updates! Over the last two weeks, a lot of power cuts have been happening in my house and I committed to going traveling with my family around the country during the two weeks. I have been thinking non-stop about this story and where it is going to go and potential scenes so this isn't being dropped or neglected, I have a notebook full of plots and I am not afraid to use it.

Thank you once again for the support! I hope this update has stopped you from dying and has kept the Scorose spirits up!

The release of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child was a few days ago and I have yet to receive my copy through the post, so please no spoilers in the reviews or I will rip someone's head off. Also on a nicer note, I will NOT be following whatever is in the cursed child in this fanfic. This fanfic was started before I had heard anything of the cursed child and I know where I am going with this. Rose will stay Rose because let's face it J.K Rowling most likely does not envision Rose as someone who says Merlin every five seconds and does cringe worthy things, Scorpius will stay Scorpius everyone loves him and Albus will still be a death eating son of a bitch that is a total git. But my heart will shatter into a million pieces in love (like Abby's) if Scorose is happening in the cursed child.

Thanks for the follows, favs and reviews more Scorose to come! Review! I love hearing from you!