Draco and Lucious were in the pit below him. They bellowed abuse at him and fired spells. Scorp dodged and leapt but to no avail, he fell. Down straight into the two men's arms. They lay him onto the floor and pointed their wands.

"Avada-

"WAKE UP!"

Scorp jumped with a jolt, falling forward his lips touched something. Something soft and sweet. Still haft asleep he did not pull back, and for a moment neither did the Soft and sweet thing, but then.

SMACK. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET OFF ME!"

Scorp groaned and fell back, "Go away!"

"I will not go away. Grandma wants us to clean out the chickens, and stop Grandad from flying that bloody car. Get up and help."

Scorp ignored her. Rose was very testy in the mornings, so he found it best just to act like she wasn't there. It was incredibly hard, since she was so….

THUNK. She's pushed him off the bed.

"Fine! I'll get up! Geez!" Rose nodded and left the room.

Scorp pulled the woollen jumper on that Mrs Weasley had made for him, plus some pants and trudged down stairs.

He passed Teddy and Victoire snogging on the landing, noticing that Fred was hiding behind a door with a dungbomb. He grinned at Scorp as him passed and mouthed, "They've been at it for hours!"

Scorp chortled, as he fled from what would become a very smelly area. Downstairs in the kitchen Dominique, Bill and Fleur's middle child, and Roxane, George and Angelina's youngest, were having a heater argument about Quidditch. In fact almost everyone was talking about Quidditch, the largest conversation was set in the sitting room where Ron, Hugo, Percy's daughters Molly and Lucy, Lily, Mrs Weasley and Fred were discussing the highlights of Professor Krum's career.

Scorp, having no interest in Quidditch at all, simply walked outside to the garage to visit Mr Weasley.

He tapped on the door twice, stopped, then tapped again three times, to let Mr Weasley know that it was not his wife, so he could continue his…. Tinkering.

"Come in Scorpius!" called Mr Weasley, "I've rebooted the engine cause it wasn't working before." Scorp swung open thew door to reveal, grey and balding Mr Weasley fiddling with the exhaust pipe.

"Careful, Mr Weasley it might-," there was a poof and Mr Weasley came up spluttering with ash all over his face. "Spit out gas." Finish Mr Weasley, "Thankyou Scorpius. How did you sleep? Did it come back?"

Scorp nodded glumly. He had confided in Mr Weasley after his dream had repeated it's self for the fifth time. Mr Weasley had been very nice about it, offering him advice and remedies, all of which did not work but it was the thought that counts.

"Ah well. Better luck tonight. I'm sure it'll go away son enough."

Scorp smiled, "Thanks Mr Weasley. Have you seen Al?"

Mr Weasley thought for a minute, "I think Molly sent him out with George to de-gnome the garden. Even though I told her she can't keep punishing George now that he's an adult. Oh well. I do wish he would stop transforming the kitchen wear into ducks, they make an awful mess."

"Thanks Mr Weasley. And by the way, try filling the tank with petrol, cause if the exhaust is doing that it's probably out." (A/N: I really don't know what I'm talking about, sorry to anyone who knows about cars.)

Scorp loved muggle cars. His father hadn't let him near them, but he had found a way. An old abandoned one in a local park. So he'd told his father he was going to early wizarding classes, and had set about fixing the car. It had come naturally and pretty soon the car was up and running. So he sold it, and bought another broken one. And thus the cycle was born, and Draco was none the wiser. It had been the first time Scorp had disobeyed his father.

Lost in his thoughts Scorp did not notice something whizzing towards his face.

The gnome hit him hard causing him to fall backwards. It was even worst when the gnome started jumping up and down on his face, shaking his fist at whoever or whatever had thrown in.

Scorp lifted it off and angrily threw it as far as he could.

"Cool!" exclaimed a voice behind him, "That one cleared two paddocks! You should have spun it though. Makes them confused so that they can't find their way back, they always do though."
Scorp turned and grinned at George, "Ducks?" he asked.

George grinned, "Mum has no sense of humour. Anyway, got to go make sure Fred isn't behaving himself. Bye." He walked off.

Al came rushing over, "Hey Scorp! Seen a gnome flying past? I stumbled and saw it land somewhere around here." He gazed around.

"Scorp sighed, "Yeah, it landed around here. Right on my face."
Al's face turned crimson, "Oh sorry! I didn't mean to. I'm not very good with gnomes."

Scorp grinned, "So how come you're on gnome duty?"

Al grimaced, "Used a silencing charm on Louis, he was crying too much and I couldn't sleep."

Louis was Fleur and Bill's youngest child, he was only two and he wailed like a banshee, in fact the only thing that calmed him down was Scorp, rattling some keys above his head. It usually made him sleep but sometimes if Scorp stopped Louis would cry again. And it could only be Scorp. No one else would do. Scorp found the whole routine exhausting, but he was a guest so he would do all he could to help out.

"Where's James?" asked Scorp.

"Mucking out the chicken pen. Dad found out that James was the one who took the Marauder's Map from his desk, and then discarded it when he couldn't figure out how to work it. Dad was really mad." Scorp paled, and Al hastily reassured him, "Don't worry! Dad doesn't want it back! He said he's fine with you having it. He really likes you."

Scorp flushed and changed the subject, "Any word on the letter?"

Al shook his head, "No. But I do know that he talked to Kingsly about it, so it must be big." Kingsley Shacklebolt was Minister for Magic, so he was obviously hard to talk to, but he made an exception where Harry was concerned.

Scorp frowned, "We need to see what that letter says. I feel it. Sirus, James and Lupin know something important." Al nodded in agreement.

"But how are we going to get in there?"

"I don't know."

The boys thought in silence.

"I know." Piped up a female voice.

Rose was standing next to them, "The adults were drinking fire whiskey and ran out, and then Uncle Harry suddenly remembered he has few bottles in his room. So he went up and accidentally left the door open. It'll be easy to sneak in. James told me about it"

The boys were astonished, Rose was telling them this! Sweet, honest Rose! Plus James had told her! James who disliked them both.

Stunned they followed Rose up stairs, to the guest room, and there it was. The letter just lying on the bed. Looking around the make sure that Harry was not there the three crept in. Scorp cautiously picked up the letter and Rose and Al came around behind him to read it.

Dear Harry,

How long it has been! We miss you sorely. It is a shame we are stuck here in the limbo world, unable to be with you, and see how you are doing. Believe me James finds it most aggravating. Remus also, he desperately wants to know how Teddy is. Listen up Harry. I'm writing this quickly as Scorpius fades. He should not be getting out. This means that we can get out! There must be a rift or something. Please. Please, at the next chance you get go to the Veil. I'm sure you can get us out.

Your godfather,

Sirus.

There was a silence as they all finished the letter. They could not believe this. There was a way to revive the dead? Impossible. Simply impossible. But… Harry believed it, and so it seemed did the Minister.

They jumped as they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. There was nowhere to run, only places to hide. They leapt into the cupboard, just as Ginny and Harry walked into the room.

"You don't believe this right?" asked Ginny, obviously not as drunk as she had appeared before.

Harry sighed, "No. But if there's a chance, just a slight chance. Then I want to try. I really do."

"I know you do dear, but honestly. A limbo world? That sounds like it's coming out of a very neat little children's story. Not the real world."

Harry laughed, "Ginny, I think by now we know that what's in a children's book can be real."

Ginny sniffed, "That's completely different. That was legend. Not a story. I'm worried about this. Think about it. The attacks happen and right after you get a letter from beyond the grave. Don't you think that's a little neat?"

Harry scoffed and stormed out. Ginny followed shortly after. They waited for a few minutes then climbed out. For the rest of the evening they did not speak of what they had heard. Not realising it was gravely important.

A/N: Yes once again quite cheesy, the idea that the dead could come back, is a topic explored a lot in fan fictions and it was at the beginning to simply bring these people back in a nice happy way (I was very upset when Sirus and Remus died, and since the beginning of Harry Potter I've been sure James was going to come back. I was wrong obviously). But I've changed my mind, so all of you who might stop reading right now because of this, well don't. Cause I have a little surprise for later tehehe. Well until next time.

Next Chapter: The Ministry.