Quick trigger warning for mentions of/references to miscarriages (again) and slight mentions of blood
so so sorry

The summer holidays were, to begin with, rather enjoyable. The weather had been beautiful, and Draco had taken Scorpius out a number of times to play around on their brooms. The exchange of letters between Scorpius and his two friends had not lessened in the slightest, and they consisted mainly of the two cousins complaining about their younger siblings, and saying how Scorpius had a tough road ahead of him, much to his amusement and slight worry.

The small blonde sat in the field behind the house, smiling slightly into the wind. The sun was beating down on his back as he ran his fingers through the emerald blades of grass surrounding him. He sighed slightly, breaking the silence that flowed through the air. The hazy August afternoon was perfect, and peaceful.

The only thing that could split the peacefulness, however, was the scream that spilled from the upstairs window of the house.

The boy jolted, the colour draining from his face as he sprinted towards the house, clambering upstairs to his mother. "Mum? Mum?!" He came to the door of the bedroom, gasping at the sight of blood. His father was bent of his mother, ashen faced, holding her to his chest as she writhed beneath him. The blood covered her legs, tears rushing down her face as she looked at her son. Draco turned to him, face painted with a look that terrified the boy. "Scorpius. Go. Floo to the Weasleys- The Burrow. I'm taking your mother to St Mungo's. Go!"

The boy choked, nodding towards his parents with insecurity before running, still able to hear his mothers cries before a crack alerted him of their Disapparation. Trying to build sense in his mind, he quickly ran to his bedroom and grabbed enough of his things for a few days, packed away in a backpack, before rushing downstairs and into the fireplace. Clearing his voice, he shouted his destination.

Only when he reached the Burrow did he allow himself to cry. Rose was the first to him, her voice fuzzy to him. "Scorpius? Scorpius?! What's wrong?! What's happened?"

"Mum- Blood. So much blood..." The blonde gagged on his words, tears streaming down his face. "St Mungo's."

Rose's mother had helped him up, saying something to her husband and Albus' dad. There was talking. Lots of talking, before a shout of 'St Mungo's!' Made him aware of their departure. He sobbed quietly into someone's shoulder as he sat on the sofa, unsure of who was still with him. As he looked up, he saw a number of familiar faces. Albus was there, as was James, along with two children, younger than he, watching him with confused and curious faces. Rose's mother shooed them away, sighing in frustration. "Lily, Hugo, please. We need privacy, okay kids?" They both whined, getting up and walking out of the room. The brunette chewed her lip, sitting down next to Scorpius and, as the blonde recently discovered, Rose. "Scorpius... You need to stay here for a few days, maybe a week, okay? We'll keep you updated on how your mother is doing, but for now... You just need to relax, okay? We'll make sure everything's okay."

Scorpius tried to relax, he really did, but as the next few days went by, his mother still in hospital and his father not leaving her side, it was hard to find peace in his heart. Everyone was being supportive, a number of the other Weasley cousins had come to the Burrow, like Fred and Victoire, even Alice came to see him. It was encouraging, to say the least.

It was Friday, three days after Scorpius arrived at the Weasleys'. He had hardly been able to focus on anything, not the homework that Rose encouraged he do with her to distract him from his situation, not the Quidditch game that Albus had tried to pull him into, not even the cookies that Albus' mother put out for him every day to cheer him up. Nothing.

Albus' father had tumbled out of the fireplace, rushing towards the group that had congregated in the living room, consisting of Scorpius, Rose and Albus, and the latters' mothers. Mr Potter swallowed, chewing his lip slightly before turning to Scorpius. "Your mother is going to have to be induced. She can't support the child." Scorpius whimpered, "b-but... She's only..." "Seven and a half months, I know."

"Will she be okay?" Mr Potter frowned to himself, avoiding Scorpius' gaze. "I... Don't know. Ron is over there now, your father is trying to find out as much as he can. I'm sorry."

The blonde stared at the floor, stunned. His mother may not make it through the childbirth, the baby... The baby may not either... Rose's father stepped through the fireplace, stony faced. "Malfoy wants to see his son."

Everyone turned to Scorpius as he stood up, looking to the adults for support. Rose's mother stood too, taking his hand. "Come on, Scorpius. We'll go and see your parents."

St Mungo's was busy, bustling with bodies both well and ill. Scorpius heard Mrs Weasley ask at the front desk about his mother, but he heard no more. He tried to zone out from it, tried to block out the harrowing confusion that revolved around his brain...

He looked up as Mrs Weasley grabbed his hand, pulling him through the corridors of the hospital. Once they had made it to the room, Scorpius sniffed, attempting to keep his tears at bay, trying to stay strong as the clinical smell of the hospital invaded his senses. It was a large room, which had a large white curtain surrounding what he assumed to be his mother's bed. His father stepped from behind it, paler than normal, his thinning hair a mess. He looked and sounded like he hadn't slept his the boy had last seen him. "Scorpius?"

"D-dad?" The man rushed towards him, scooping the small boy up in his arms and giving a thankful nod to Hermione. He held his son tightly to his chest, kissing in his cheek and keeping him close. "Is mum going to be okay? Is the baby...?" Scorpius' voice came out as a harsh whisper, as did his father's. Cold. Lonely. "I-I don't know, Scorp. She's bad. Really bad."

"Can I see her?" The boy pulled his head from his father's shoulder to look into the eyes of the older man. "Please?" He was begging, more so than he was requesting. Draco sighed, tugging his eyes away from his son's. "Okay."

He put Scorpius down, and the younger felt his legs almost give way beneath him as he stepped towards the curtain. He pulled on it slightly, giving him a path through, and once again had to keep from crying. His mother lay in the bed, skin more of a gray-ish colour than a white. There was no longer blood on her, but it was obvious how much she had lost. She already looked as if she had nothing left. She turned to her son, her eyes now a dull blue instead of the bright cerulean they used to be, her hair looked matted and no longer curled gracefully over her shoulders. She smiled, but it was only slightly. "Scorpius", her voice was quiet, still beautiful, yet so very fragile, "my sweet, sweet Scorpius..." He stepped towards her, taking her hand as it lay next to her on the sickly green bed cloths. It was cold and he almost felt afraid of breaking it in his grip. She pulled him close to her, and smiled at him. It was brighter this time, like it used to be. "Stay strong for us, my darling. For all of us." Tears fell to Scorpius' cheeks as he nodded, turning to his father who looked on the verge of tears himself.

Suddenly, Astoria's face contorted in pain. She cried out, and several nurses ran to her side. Then there was blood again. Draco pulled him away, quickly giving him back to Mrs Weasley. "I'll call you, but please. Take him away." Scorpius' father looked desperate as he pleaded to the woman before him, something his younger self would sneer at. Rose's mother nodded, her face pulled into an expression of both fear and regret as she rushed Scorpius out of the hospital room, crying for his parents.

I feel so guilty for this chapter, and for the cliffhanger. I've already started work on the next chapter though, so it'll probably be up in the next few days, hopefully.

I want to put a trigger warning on this chapter, but I'm not sure. Should I put one up for mentions of blood? I'm not sure... Help me out, guys!

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