So I'm posting this second chapter because a couple people added the story to their favorites or put it on story alert. I hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think of it.

Chapter 2 Coward

It took Draco about ten minutes to finally track down his wand. It was laying half covered by a bush close to the gates of the Manor. By this time both Lucius and Narcissa were outside and walking towards their son to find out what had just happened. Draco immediately turned on his father as he approached.

"What the hell did you do to my son?" Draco yelled in complete outrage, "He just ran off and I have no idea where he went! This is your entire fault! You sick, evil, twisted, good-for-nothing, crazy…"

Before Draco could finish all of the adjectives that he felt described his father, Narcissa cut his rant off with a firm, "Draco Lucius Malfoy! Stop yelling at your father and listen to him. You aren't getting any nearer to finding Scorpius by telling him all of the words that you feel describe him."

Draco nodded and the two turned expectantly towards Lucius.

"I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I can tell you all that I know. Scorpius told me that he wanted to see our library because he couldn't believe that we had as many books as I told him we did. I led him to the library and then I received an owl from the Ministry that I had to answer. I figured he couldn't get into too much trouble if I left him alone in the library for a little bit. When I got back I found him in one of the study rooms in my pensieve. I pulled him out and asked him what he was thinking, but I promise you that I didn't hurt him in any way! He then started yelling at me to stay away and something about how I let some girl die or something," Lucius explained.

"What memory do you have in that pensieve?" Draco asked, afraid to hear the answer.

"I don't know, I have several in the house and I don't remember what memory I placed where," Lucius replied.

"Well that sounds like a great place to start then," Narcissa replied.

The three headed into the Manor and up to the library. When they got there and walked through the doors of the small study with the pensieve, Draco froze. Narcissa was immediately by her son's side trying to figure out what was wrong.

"I know what memory he saw. It's not your memory, father…it's mine," Draco stated, his heart pounding in his chest, "I put it there the night that it happened because I didn't really want to deal with it being in the forefront of my mind….it's the night that Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were captured by the Snatchers and brought here…the night that Aunt Bellatrix almost killed Granger."

"That must have been the girl that he was claiming we let die," Lucius responded after a moment's silence, "I had to of pulled him out before he saw them escaping."

Draco slumped down on to the floor and started crying in defeat into his hands.

"I knew this would happen! I knew one day he would find out more about my past and would come to resent me for it," Draco sobbed into his hand.

Narcissa immediately dropped down on the floor and attempted to comfort her son. She rubbed his back and whispered repeatedly that everything would be okay. Lucius stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Reluctantly he sat down on the other side of Draco and patted his shoulder. At that moment a stag patronus soared through the window and stopped in front of the small family before stating in a deep voice, "So I thought that I should let you know that Scorpius just showed up on my doorstep and he was a complete mess. Ginny is with him trying to calm him down at the moment. All I got out of him was that you didn't know where he was and that he had run away from Malfoy Manor. I know it's not my place to say, but maybe you should give him a couple hours before coming over. I think it might do some good at the moment for him to let this out to someone outside of the family. See you soon."

Draco took in a deep shaky breath, relieved at the fact that his son's location was no longer unknown. Narcissa continued to rub her son's back in attempt to relieve some of his pain, even though she knew that attempt was probably fruitless.

"Well at least we know where he is now, Draco," Narcissa pointed out, "Let him calm down a bit like Harry said and then go and talk things over."

"But what if he doesn't want to have anything to do with me?"

"You need to let him know that the Granger girl didn't die and is still today very much alive," Narcissa supplied, "I'm sure that will make things at least a little better."

"Oh yeah, because the fact that Hermione Granger didn't die here makes things look spectacular! Letting Bellatrix torture people in front of our eyes and not doing anything to stop her is canceled out by the fact that she didn't die! I'm so glad I see things clearly now, mother," Draco replied, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Do not take that tone with your mother!" Lucius scolded from Draco's side, "She is only trying to help you."

"Sorry," Draco replied while looking down at his hands, feeling as if he was back in his seven year old self: being scolded by his father for his 'misbehavior.'

"Well I personally think that we should give Scorpius about two or three hours to calm down, so in that time how about we go sit in the garden and you can fill us in on your meeting at Hogwarts today," Narcissa suggested.

Draco reluctantly agreed, knowing that he wouldn't really be able to do anything else productive given the mental state he was in at the moment.

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Scorpius sat on the couch feeling ridiculously embarrassed that he had just shown up at his friend's house sobbing, granted he hadn't seen Albus or James…but it was still embarrassing. At the moment, Mrs. Potter was in the kitchen making them some tea so that they could sit down and talk about what was going on along with Mr. Potter. Scorpius wasn't sure that he wanted to tell them what he was feeling, but he figured it couldn't hurt to hear their perspective on his father throughout the war.

"So Scorpius, what has gotten you so upset?" Ginny asked, sitting down on the couch next to her son's best friend.

"Well…it's probably stupid…but I just found out something about my father and I can't believe that he could be so…cruel and heartless," Scorpius replied, refusing to look anywhere but at the coffee table that sat in front of him with his cup of tea set on a coaster.

"What did you find out and how did you find it out?" Harry asked softly, before taking a sip of his own tea.

"Well…er—I was at Malfoy Manor and I was looking around the library. I found this side room and it had this weird stone basin thing in it. The basin was full of this swirling liquid and I went to look at it more closely…" Scorpius began to explain.

"You found your father or grandfather's pensieve I take it," Harry asked when Scorpius stopped talking for a moment.

"I found their what?"

"A pensieve is an object where a person's memories are placed so that they can comb through them and often study them more closely. Some people place the memories that they don't want at the forefront of their mind in them."

"Oh…then yes I found their pensieve," Scorpius replied.

"What memory did you fall into?"

"I'm not quite sure what it was, but I think it took place at Malfoy Manor. The room looked like the style of the rest of the Manor," Scorpius explained, "Well there were a bunch of people and a goblin tied up in the middle of the room and they were trying to figure out if this one guy was you, Mr. Potter. Then some crazy woman with dark messy hair found some sword and went nuts. After sending everyone to the cellar, she started torturing this woman she kept calling 'mudblood.' I watched as my father, grandfather and grandmother stood there and watched as she slowly killed this girl! How could he not do anything?"

Tears were beginning to course down Scorpius' face again, and Scorpius tried to stop them by brushing them away with the back of his hand. Ginny immediately put her arm around the pale blonde boy to comfort him. Harry walked over and knelt down in front of him.

"First off, I want you to know that the girl is one of my best friends. Her name is Hermione Granger and you must not have seen the whole memory because she lived and she is still alive today," Harry stated softly, placing his hand on the boy's knee, "And second I need you to understand this: that was not your father's fault. He was not the one who was crazy—Bellatrix Lestrange gets that award."

"He still should have at least attempted to try and stop her," Scorpius protested.

"Maybe yes and maybe no," Harry replied, "She would not have been above killing someone in her own family if they got in her way. I will tell you this too, I owe your father and grandmother my life."

"But I still don't understand how he could stand there and watch someone be tortured!" Scorpius replied.

"And that right there is why you are a Gryffindor," Harry replied, "We put the lives and well-being of others in front of ourselves."

"So my father would stand there and watch as someone tortured me in order to save his own life?" Scorpius asked, looking up at Harry with wide eyes.

Ginny took to answering that question, "Your father loves you more than anything else in the world Scorpius and that includes his own life. I think you may be the one and only exception to his Slytherin mentality."

Scorpius sighed and shook his head. He knew that what they were saying should make him feel better…but it didn't. He didn't think that he could ever look at his father the same way again. He knew that if he was in his father's place he would have done something. There was no doubt in his mind that he couldn't stand there and watch someone be tortured and not do anything to stop it. His father was truly a coward, and Scorpius couldn't believe that he ever saw his father as being any other way.

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