so i called my girlfriend, Julliete, and told her to bring her Violin.

we picked her up, and we drove to some random spot in the middle of London.

"father?" i asked.

"yes, son?" he awnsered.

"Sir Malfoy, why exactly are we here?" asked Julliete.

"like i told Scorpius, we're going to play." he said as he pulled out his Cello.

"just follow my lead." he added as he plucked the strings on his Cello.

he sighed with ectasy, like he was getting reaquainted with an old lover or forging a new relationship with an old flame. either way, he missed that Cello

he strung the strings with the bow and hummed.

i took out my acoustic guitar and strummed along with him, soon enough Julliette joined in.

i didn't know why dad wanted to do this after so many years, but i was and am glad he did.

i randomly began singing an old Metallica song called Nothing Else Matters. it sounded a little something like this, .com/watch?v=rbTozgoj9OQ.

after several hours of playing later. we bid Julliete farewell. i kissed her good-bye, cause man, was i crazy about her. still am.

we drove home. during which father comented to me "she's a keeper."

"she is." i replied.

father and i celebrated life's beauty with a long night of drinking and talking about life, love and other things. it was grand day.

eventually i went to bed and slept well.

i awoke the next to find father asleep on the couch. he was wrapped up in a blanket like he was dead.

i felt his skin. it was cold. i felt his pulse. their was none.

"Don't leave me alone." i pleaded.

i looked at the end table by the couch. their was a note folded up like a napkin on one of the coasters.

i read it out loud.

Dear Scorpius,

If you're reading this, then must mean i'm no longer with you. If so, i'm very sorry. If not, well i'm sorry for giving you a scare. But in which case i am, i want you to know something: no matter what life throws at you, always remember; it's beautiful. Life is beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I spent most of my youth feuled by hate, i look back on that and think "I was feuled by ignorance and hate." I went through life without ever truly forgiving my enemies and such, and i deeply regret that. So do yourself a favor, keep on the track your on. Love and Music, are two of the most wonderfull things you can dedicate your life to. Keep that girl in your life too, she's a good influence on you. She reminds of your mother too. Haha, and finally; yesterday you told me i'm the reason you sing and that you play your guitar. I want to let you know that yesterday you were the reason i sang and i played my cello. I love you son. And i can't wait to see you in Heaven. But don't cry for me, i'm finally reunited with my greatest love. Good-Bye son.

Sincerly, your loving father, Draco Malfoy.

I put the letter down, smiled and said, "i'll miss you too old man, bye."

so now it's him when i look in the mirror, and it's when i don't pick up the phone. cause i look and sound something like him. i'm not complaining though, i inherited his good looks and it's good to hear him everyonce in a while.

(A/N: again getting mushy, cause i'd like to dedicate this chapter to my own old man, who is also very much alive.)