Hellooo dolls, so so so sooooo sorry it's been so long. When was the last update? like in August? July maybe? Meh. I apologize, sincerily for my delay in updating and for my horrible spelling (Sincerly? I think? Meh... -_-) Well, school's be hard, tons of work, but updating you on my life HEY! I made JV basketball! And for a freshman, that's pretty good, 'specially first string xDD.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy, I actually finished this a while ago, didn't have time to update it tho... soo tell me what you think. xD
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Scorpius lifted the delicate china to his lips as he took a sip of the tea his grandmother had prepared. He set his cup down softly, the glass ringing at the touch. Across from him his grandfather sat stiffly in his ornate armchair, fingers folded over his black staff. On the other couch sat his mother and father both looking down into their laps, only to look up when Jener, the old house elf offered them a cookie. His grandmother sat in a chair on the other side, playing delicately with a chain around her neck. Overall, it was quite a dreary Christmas eve.
"Well," his grandmother said her soft voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Scorpius dear, you have something to tell us,"
Scorpius' head shot up. He looked at his grandmother, "How did you know?"
She shrugged and sank back into the deep green cushion, "Instinct,"
Scorpius blinked and looked back down at his hands. His grandfather snorted and banged his stick on the ground, "Out with it boy, we haven't got all night. Honestly, in my day if someone had something to say, they said it…" he barked, mumbling at the end.
Scorpius clenched his teeth together but chose to ignore the jibe. He lifted his head and met his grandfather's eye. Gray met gray, this was the moment he had been dreading since it happened. It had been a while, and he had been putting it off, telling them, but it was now or never.
"I'm getting married," he said simply holding his grandfather's gaze. Lucius Malfoy allowed a small smile to color his features, "Terra Zabini? Good choice son, smart, of good reputation, and of course of pure blood,"
Scorpius shook his head, still keeping his eye, "No actually, Terra Zabini is moody, annoying, and frankly slightly evil. I'm marrying Rose Weasley,"
Her name rung out through the room, echoing endlessly, I'm marrying Rose Weasley, Scorpius' heart lifted at the four words, the fact that she would soon be his.
Then his grandfather had his wand at his throat.
"You dare even mention that name in my household?" his voice rang through the room and his pushed the wand farther into Scorpius' throat, "The spawn of the horrors that ruined our name, threw us to the dogs. You know the reason the Malfoy's are sneered at in the streets. We were once the honored members of the community, and now you decide to marry the bitch daughter of the Mud blood and Blood traitor?"
"Lower, your wand father," Lucius turned to see Draco standing, his wand pointed at his father.
"Draco, you can't mean this, did you not hear him? He said Weasley. Blasted Weasley, I suspect he's got her pregnant. That's it, wanted a bit of fun and now he has to marry her,"
"I did not," Scorpius' said standing indignantly reaching for his back pocket to retrieve his wand.
"Scorpius sit down, father I said lower your wand," Draco took a step forward, pointing his wand at his father's chest. Lucius' eyes steeled.
"How can you stand there and defend him Draco, the child of the people who ruined us, the child of the people who ruined you?" He snapped his wand away from Scorpius and instead pointed it at his own son and took a step towards him.
They were now standing at arm's length. Draco could hear his father panting as he strode up and pointed a finger at him and continued, "You dare defend the people who ruined you? Don't tell me you don't know how people treat you, how they sneer at you in the streets. You're ruined, you were once destined to be great and now what are you? Nothing, less than scum all thanks to Potter, Weasel, and the mudblood.
Draco closed the distance between them, "No. They didn't ruin me, and if you're too twisted to remember it was Potter who got you out of Azkaban in the first place. And they didn't ruin our name because you did that for them. You and your stupid need for power, you idiot we could have gotten out, Dumbledore could have gotten us out. I have no one to blame but you, and only you,"
Draco raised his head. He was now taller than his father, who in the course of his years had grown weary and distant with the constant terror, fear, and repercussion he had succumbed himself too. He realized he could now look down at his father and was terrified at the feeling of power that encircled him.
"Hermione Granger, Draco, Hermione Granger, she's nothing. You will be related to a mudblood, have grandchildren who are part mudblood," his father's voice was soft. It sent chills down Draco's back as he remembered that moment, fifth year. But she had chosen her side, and he had chosen his own.
"Hermione Granger is a powerful, intelligent woman who has something you don't have. Something I don't have. She has courage. And yes, she is a muggle born and I would be proud to share grandchildren with her and Weasley, and she truly was the brightest witch of our year," Draco glared down at his father. Lucius opened his mouth to respond but Scorpius cut in.
"No, it doesn't matter. I didn't come here to get your approval; I just thought you might like to know from me,"
Scorpius strode up to his grandfather and looked him in the eye. Lucius' nose shriveled the slightest. "I don't care what you think grandfather, I don't care that she's a half blood, I love her. That's what matters. Mother and Father approve, her parents approve and it didn't matter if they didn't either. I love Rose Weasley, and you're not going to stop me. Go ahead banish me from your house, it would be doing me a favor, now if you'll excuse me, I am going to go to my fiancé and actually enjoy my Christmas,"
With that Scorpius grabbed his coat and threw open the door to reveal the harsh snow outside and disappearted ignoring his mother's flustered calls.
Rose sat on the widow seat staring out into the night. Snow was falling peacefully around the burrow, and inside it was as crowded and chaotic as ever. She settled back into the worn cushions and smiled as Lily did a victory dance around the den as she yet again beat James at Exploding Snaps. Victorie was jabbering in rapid French to her mother on the couch and Grandma Weasley glared at them irritated as she attempted to listen to reruns of the long deceased Celina Warbeck.
A pop in the distance alerts her to a figure slowly making his way up the path, blonde hair whipping in the wind.
"Look, Scorp made it," Al said leaning over Rose to stare that the approaching figure, "Thought it would take longer to escape,"
Rose turned and rolled her eyes as her dad stuck his head out of the kitchen, mouth full of food as always, "I thought he wasn't going to come…"
She smiled as her mom chided her father from the distance, "Ronald, don't be rude,"
There was a knock on the door.
"Oh hello little Malfoy, nice to see you,"
"Yes very nice to see you,"
"Extremely nice to see you,"
"Particularly charmingly nice to see you,"
He laughed then, Rose loved his laugh, so bright and charming and just invigorating. It made you want to laugh with him.
"Good to see you too Roxy, Fred," his voice.
"Hey," Rosestood as he entered and wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the feeling of his around her waist, "I thought you said you wouldn't be for another couple hours,"
His face darkened, "Got around too it a bit faster than I expected, but ended up better. I won't be seeing my grandparents any time soon," he added the last bit lightly.
"Oh Scorpius, I'm so sorry, that must have been horrible," Rose buried her face into his shirt, finding comfort in the familiar smell.
She felt him shake his head, "No, it's fine. He annoyed the hell out of me anyways. It was bound to happen soon,"
"What did he say to you Scorpius?" Harry, Ron and Hermione appeared at the door way, looks of worry painted on their faces, "He didn't pull his wand?"
Scorpius laughed, "Of course he did, well, so first of all he goes on about marrying the spawn of the devils that ruined the family name then pokes me with his wand, then father gets up and tell him to shut it that the only person who ruined us was him and that you're good people and he would be proud to be related to you," he shook his head thoughtfully, "Actually that's what I'd expect it to turn out like… just without the stuff with my father. That was a bit surprising…"
Another knock on the door breaks the silence; Rose hurried to open it and in the threshold stood Draco and Astoria Malfoy.
Draco opened his mouth awkwardly but held out a bag, "You left this Scorpius, I thought you might need it," he looked at his wife who gave him a small smile, "Sorry, to interrupt, we'll be going now,"
"Wait," Hermione stepped forward. His gray eyes met her brown ones and she remembered. Draco Malfoy was a good person. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay? We insist,"
Astoria Malfoy smiled and she stepped into the household dragging her husband along beside her, "It's very cozy in here isn't it. That's something I hate about the manor. It's so drafty sometimes, don't you think so Draco? Oh, dear what and interesting clock, do tell, what does it do exactly?"
Ron raised his eyebrow at Hermione and Astoria as they walked into the kitchen together chatting up a storm, "She talks a lot doesn't she," he said offhandedly.
"Never stops," Draco commented in a similar tone. The two men looked at each other and turned to their children. Scorpius, Rose, and Al were splayed on the floor laughing. Scorpius' arm was wrapped snugly around Rose's waist and her cheeks were a bright pink. They looked back at each other and a silent white flag waved between them. It was pointless to despise each other; they were going to be related soon for god's sake. They were on the same side now, the same team. What they both wanted was for their children to be happy, and if this is what they wanted so be it.
"Do you want a drink, I think Ginny stashed some mead somewhere around here," Ron said gesturing to the kitchen.
"Sure," Draco replied quickly, advancing on the awkward peace treaty.
Harry chuckled as the two headed after their wives into the kitchen, he took a sip of his own mead and watched Albus laugh with Scorpius and Rose. His green eyes twinkled through his glasses and Harry felt a twinge in his gut. For his entire life, the one thing he had most desired was a mother. Parents. He had been alone growing up, alone for his school years, of course he had had Ron, Hermione, Mrs. And Mr. Weasley, but it just wasn't the same.
Not for the first time he imagined what it would have been like if Lily and James had lived. How much would be different. He'd have grown up in Godrick's Hollow; maybe he would have learned quidditch from James himself, had his mother chase him around the house with a hair brush, like how Lupin had once said his mother did with his father. And maybe they would have been here, celebrating, with him now.
For the third time that night there was a knock at the Burrow door. Harry strode over to open it, his mind still on Lily and in the snow stood Narcissa Malfoy. She smiled at him, slowly and deliberately. Harry felt a pang as he remembered her whispering to him, asking him about her son, risking her life, to save him, because she had loved her son that much.
"Mother, what are you doing here?" Harry turned as Draco appeared in the doorway, "Father's not here… is he?" he added cautiously.
Narcissa shook her head, "He's up in the library, pacing I expect. I always found that so dull of him, pacing," she shook her head again and looked up at Harry.
"So Potter are you going to leave me standing out here in the snow or are you going to let me in, I did save your life, if I remember correctly,"
Harry blinked but stepped back and let Narcissa enter the house. She daintily stepped into the house and looked around, "Hm, cozy," she said shrugging off her coat.
She turned to her grandson who had inched his arm off of Rose. "You know, your grandfather is a bit of a baby. Throws a fit when something doesn't go his way, doesn't like change,"
She lay her coat down on a chair softly, looking down she whispered, "Me? I actually quite like it,"
She then turned to Rose and pulled a worn velvet box out of her bag. The edges were frayed, the fabric coming off the box revealing oaky wood underneath and the golden clasp was wobbly and tarnished.
Inside the box was a necklace, not Goblin made, it retained signed of aging, but beautiful all the same. A huge diamond, surrounded by gleaming emeralds twinkled in the soft light, outlined by droplets of gold hanging delicately off a thin gold chain.
"It's been in our family for generations, my mother used to wear it. Bellatrix wanted it, so badly, but I was married first, so I got it. At least that's what she said was the reason. The necklace can only be worn by the rightful heir, the heir that represents the family values the best. One night, when we were younger, we snuck in and took it, and tried it on. Bellatrix made Andromeda try it on, in case there was some sort of charm mother had placed on it. There wasn't, but she couldn't put it on. It wouldn't go. Next Bellatrix tried it, eager and sure that she would be the one, but much to her horror, it didn't go. She threw it off angrily, sending jinxes and curses at it. By the time she was finished the necklace was broken, blackened and dented. Once Andromeda and Bellatrix had left I picked it up, and put it on, as I hadn't had a turn. And, just like that, it repaired itself, back to its shining glory. I took it off quickly, placed it delicately back into its box and left,"
She looked up at the rest of them and fingered the necklace, "You wouldn't understand. Andromeda was always the rebel, brave, and Bellatrix. Bellatrix was just the perfect pureblood. I was nothing, and then, when the necklace chose me, I was someone. It gave me a voice,"
She picked it up handed it to Rose. "Go on, try it on, I just had the gold bit inlayed, to add a bit of Gryffindor into the mix, you should have seen the jeweler's face, when I told him too. Asked me if I was sure, that I didn't want silver, hmph," she shook her head and extended the box to Rose.
Rose hesitated, but lifted the chain out of the box. It was heavier than expected. She paused, holding the chain in the air, watching the gems throw light as it hung suspended in mid-air. Then she brought it around her neck and secured the Lilliputian clasp. Time seemed to slow as everyone watched, and waited, all eyes trained on the golden necklace. Rose dropped her hands and looked up at Narcissa who smiled.
"Welcome to the family Rose," she said softly.
Scorpius' eye lit up and he threw is arms around Rose, burying his face in her hair once again.
Around them the house shuddered as an enormous gust of wind and ice pelted the Burrow, contrasting magnificently with the previous gentle snowfall. "It sounded like the house was going to fall over…" Albus said shrugging. The rest of the family, all united, headed into the kitchen to open a bottle of butterbeer in celebration but Narcissa Malfoy stayed where she was, and smiled sadly up into the heavens.
"Sorry Bella, it's too late,"
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