Disclaimer; I don't own Harry potter, simple as that.

Authors Note; I am so, so sorry for the lateness of this chapter, I got a holiday job that has just taken over my time, and I had some riders block. This chapter has been sitting in my documents since the beginning of the month I just haven't had time to finish. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

Chapter eight, hospital wing and dreams

It was the next morning before silver eyes blinked open, a soft grown came from partly chapped lips,

''Oh, Mr. Malfoy you're awake'' the Medi-Which exclaimed,

as she made her way over to the bed, gray eyes blinked rapidly as the white interior of what he now realize was the Hogwarts hospital wing came into focus. He tried to set-up , what happen? He thought,

The school Medi-Which waved her Wand over the blond, as she did so a list appeared with words describing the boys health to her. She muttered as she took a look at the boy before making her way to her flu to flew call someone.

As Scorpius' sat up he groaned as he rubbed in between his eyes, he had a slight headache, as he rubbed to relieve his headache he heard footsteps approaching him. When Scorpius'looked up he saw the Medi-Which who he did not know the name of walk towards him. She gave him a small smile before introducing herself.

''Good afternoon Mr. Malfoy'', she said '' I am the school Medi-Which, madame Claire'', she told the boy, as she spoke she waved her wand, again, over the small one in the bed she gave the results to the professor who followed her, Scorpius blinked, again, he thought that he was blinking a lot, as he just noticed which professor it was that had been trailing the Medi-Which, he gave a small smile to his head of house, as professor longbottom read over the parchment that Madame Claire handed him.

After professor longbottom finish reading the parchment he looked up in gave Scorpius a small smile before sitting on the bed, Madame Claire had disappeared into her office after she handed the professor the boy's results

''Mr. Malfoy'' the professor started. ''Do you remember what happened to you yesterday at lunch?'', Scorpius' eyes widened he hadn't realized that he had slept the rest of the day and threw out the night. He quickly shook his head ''no'' before causing and slowly changing his head from a shake of ''no''to an odd of the ''yes''.

The professor handed him a piece of paper and a qell, the professor waited a few minutes while the boy wrote down his response, when the young man was done writing he handed the parchment back to his professor, professor longbottom took a look at what the boy had to say.

I had a panic attack, I realized that I did not have my medication so I panicked, and when that happens I'd tend to hyperventilate and then my asthma kicks in.

Professor longbottom read the boys sloppy but still elegant handwriting, he just knotted his head before addressing the boy again. ''I am going to teach you to use the summoning charm'' he told his young first year.

The young boy just gave his professor a shy smile before he motioned for the parchment, the professor handed him back the parchment and he quickly wrote out his question, his throat to too much to even attempt his stuttering right now. He handed the professor back the paper and waited for his response.

can I have a bit to eat? I'm quite hungry, in when can I leave and join my friends?

Novel chuckled and answered the boy, '' let me go talk to Madame Claire and see if we can rustle you up something to eat, you slept through dinner last night and both breface and lunch to day, so I can imagine you're probably a bit hungry to day''. He said with a chuckle before standing in making his way to the Medi-Whichs office.

As the young blonde sat waiting for the professor to get back his thoughts drifted back to a dream that he had...

He was back in the little three bedroom flat that his parents and himself lived in when he was younger, he turned around when he heard the baritone voice of his father, ''so score what should we have for lunch to day?'' his father assed a four year old Scorpius, Scorpius chuckled to himself, he thought it was quite funny to see his younger self trying to impersonate his father's deep baritone voice, ''I think, tat we shoul have,'' the four year old stopped with a thoughtful look on his small face, ''ggg-grilled chhheese samwhichs'' the small for year old told his father proudly.

The older Scorpius followed the dream Scorpius and his dream father into the kitchen, he smiled as he saw the father and son, an a small house elf that if he recalled the name was... Addie? He thought. He's remembered this day because he hadn't got to spend time with his father for the entire month previous, so they were spending this day together. He watched as his child's self with his father's, and the house elfs assistance they made grilled cheese sandwiches...

He sighed mentally, as he thought the cycle was repeating. But before he could dwell on his recurring dreams he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, he couldn't help but flinch from the hand. As he shyly tilted his head, he saw the worry face of his head of house, he gave professor longbottom a small smile.

''Is everything all right Scorpius?'' Neville Ast his young lion.

Scorpius just knotted his head and in muttered, ''justlostinthought'', Neville just lightly shook his head and motioned to the small plate of Sandwhiches. He won R and R and made sure that Scorpius took his medicine and eat a few Samwhich slices before saying, ''night or teachers know that you warrant feeling good yesterday say you are excused from classes today, but,'' Neville stopped for a moment to make sure that Scorpius was rarely listening to him at this point, he took a deep breath before starting again. ''I want you to go lie down in rest, is understood?'', he was pleased to see Scorpius just nodded, with a few final instructions from the school matron, and a fee you help stands, she sent the young griffindoor to his common room to rest,

And rest Scorpius did, he climbed into bed after giving the password to the fat lady and making his way up to his dorm, after removing his shoes and putting his Wand on his side table he changed into a pair of night pants and a long blue Yankees baseball team t-shirt and climbed into bed where he pulled out his dream journal and wrote down his dream from the night before, before slowly drifting asleep.

If only his dreams would've been pleasant. Was he saying is that I did it to get it

[Dream]

He was standing in the small neighborhood park down the street from where his parents New York flapped was, what he saw their made him whimper and flinch. A boy with red auburn hair and frightened brown eyes was being raped by two men underneath the bridge of the play Jim, he tried hard to stop flinching and really tried to examine his surroundings, a piece of paper on the ground caught his eye, closer examination of the paper, made Scorpius realize that was a newspaper dated September 22nd, so this, this barbaric action hadn't happened yet, he still had time to contact his father. In let him know about this...

a high pitch scream pulled him away from his thoughts, the young boy was struggling trying to get away from one of his captors, one of the unknown man's covered the boys mouth while the other one let out a whimper of pleasure, Scorpius figured that meant the man had just finish with the boy, he flinched again as the man pulled out of his victim and started cleaning his self off with the boys shredded shirt. He took this time to try and get a better look of the two men, but all Scorpius could make out was that one of them was slightly taller than the other and that they were both wearing black long trench coats. Before the dream faded the last thing he Saul was one of them pick up the now unconscious half naked boy and disappear from the playground with a slight 'pop'. And then everything went black.

[end dream]

Scorpius sat up with a scream stuck in his throat, his body was drenched in a cold sweat, he took a few deep, calming breaths before giving up out of bed in grabbing a piece of parchment he didn't have a quill handy so he grabbed one of his favorite mobile pins and wrote a urgent letter to his father. After watching his owl fly off with his letter he made his way to the bathroom for a hot calming shower.