A/N: Trying to keep up the momentum, writing in the parent pick up lane and trying to not get my lunch on my computer. Multitasking at its best.
Disc.: I created the plot, wove the heart ache, but the characters are not mine.
Revamping
I ran full speed across the courtyard, heading straight to the library. I paused just outside of the door to calm my breath and my heart until I looked unaffected. I smoothed my hair down and headed in, my eyes scanning the library. My eyes fell on Lily, sitting by the window. I watched her for a moment, wiping her eyes with her hands. It pained me to see her so upset, to see her crying. It confused me that she was so upset over the break up. They had been pretending, or at least she had been. I wondered if maybe a tiny bit of her hadn't been.
I shook the thought from my head and continued into the library. It wouldn't help matters between Lily and myself if I admitted to overhearing the conversation between them. Plus, if she was starting to really feel for Flint, I didn't want to know about it. She looked up at me as I placed my bag on the table. Lily quickly ran her hands over her face, forcing the tears from her eyes. I sighed, knowing I needed to at least ask about it.
"Are you ok?" I asked dutifully as I took the seat right next to her at the table. I hadn't planned on sitting that close to her but the idea that she might need to reach for me, might need my shoulder to cry on had me planted firmly next to her. She smiled at me, a smile that didn't reach her eyes, and she nodded slightly.
"Yeah," she said. She turned away from me and began digging in her bag until she retrieved her Herbology textbook.
"You don't look ok," I said to her. She made a face at me.
"Gee, thanks, Malfoy," she said rolling her eyes. "Just what a girl wants to hear."
"No, I meant… never mind," I said frowning. She was already twisting my words around, and I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She laughed.
"I know what you meant," Lily said looking away. "So, you really think you can help me out with this Herbology stuff?"
"Yeah," I said as I scooted my chair closer to hers. I hesitated before I put my arm on the back of her chair. I could smell her, the sweet scent on the air and I knew I was pushing the envelope, sitting so close to her, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to be closer to her. "After all, I did take it two years ago, if you remember."
"Hmm," Lily said noncommittally as she bent over the book. We worked well beyond dinner, trying to get Lily caught up on her course work. I watched her steady hand write her papers, work on the worksheets. She was relentless, eager to fix her mistakes.
"So, Flint's the reason you were skipping Herbology?" I asked quietly, keeping my voice a whisper as Madame Pince passed near our table.
"It was his free period," Lily replied not looking at me. I wondered what they had done during his free period, and why no one had noticed sooner. I mean, how anyone couldn't have noticed Lily's disappearance bothered me.
"That was pretty dumb of you, Lils," I said as I instinctively leaned closer to her. I pointed at one a line on her parchment. "I don't think pollination fits the sentence about the blooming of Horned-Tip tubers. They don't really have pollen."
"Um," Lily said as she crossed it out. Her voice was quiet, and I wondered if I had offended her. I could feel warmth radiating off of her as we sat so close. She didn't make a move to put distance between us, and neither did I.
"Look, I wasn't calling you stupid, just your actions," I whispered softly. "You're really smart and to shirk your responsibilities because of your boyfriend is irresponsible. Especially when he has a duty to make sure that you are becoming the best possible you that you could be." She turned her head a little to look at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. We were sitting so close, too close.
"No worries there," Lily breathed.
"What do you mean?" I feigned ignorance. I couldn't go and tell her that I already knew. It'd come off as creepy, me hanging out in the shadows watching her.
"We… we kind of broke up," Lily said as her voice shook a little.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said quietly, my eyes flickered towards a nearby table to make sure that we weren't getting overheard. She smiled at me, but her eyes filled with tears.
"No you're not," Lily said. "But that's ok."
"No, really Lily," I insisted. I wasn't sorry that they broke up, that was true, but I hated to see her hurting. "I'm sorry you're hurting."
"That's very sweet of you," Lily mumbled after staring at me for a few seconds. I couldn't read her expression, several emotions ran just under the surface. She blushed that beautiful rosy blush that I loved and she quickly turned back to her books. "I'm surprised that you don't want to know who broke up with whom."
"I figure you'd tell me if you wanted me to know," I said casually. Frankly, I couldn't have cared less but that would have been rude to say so. Instead I glanced at the fraction of an inch my arm was to her back, and I counted the steps it would be to go from arm resting on the back of her chair to have her in my arms, our mouths fighting for dominance. I needed only take that first step, to slide my arm around her, to pull her close. I wondered if she'd protest if ran my tongue against her lips and parted them. I nearly shivered with the thought.
"What?" Lily asked. I met her eyes and it was my time to be embarrassed. I wondered how long she had known I was staring at her, thinking about kissing her.
"Nothing," I said as a smile crossed my face. Heat crawled up my face, much to my displeasure, and I turned the focus back to her paper. "Finish up that last line so we can go grab dinner."
"Ugh, I don't really want to eat with all those people," Lily said as she picked up her quill and continued to write.
"You have really neat handwriting," I commented, suddenly uncomfortable with the silence between us. I had watched the elegant motions her hand went through to form her words.
"Thanks," Lily said.
"I don't think I've ever seen it before," I murmured. I couldn't ever remember ever seeing her handwriting before. It was professor perfect, elegant. She grinned at me, almost teasing.
"Probably not," Lily said. "There's been no reason for you to."
"I'll have to change that," I commented with a grin. Lily raised an eyebrow.
"And how do you plan on doing that?" Lily asked. I shrugged. I hadn't thought that far out.
"I haven't worked it out yet."
"You'll let me know, though, huh?" Lily smirked. Her stomach growled.
"You don't need to worry about it," I said as I glanced over the paper she had just finished. "Let's go grab something to eat."
Instead of heading to the Great Hall, I took Lily by the hand and led her towards the kitchen. Her hand felt perfect in my hand and I never wanted to let go. I was almost positive that Lily would have pulled away, but Lily didn't resist, just followed along behind me curiously. The kitchen was warm, bright. The scents of the dinner being served up in the great hall made my stomach growl with anticipation and the house elves seemed thrilled to have us there. Lily looked around, almost wide eyed and startled, and I led her to the table. I decided to sit across from her. I didn't trust myself to keep my hands off of her, and I didn't want to push it. My body wanted to, definitely, and it kept battling with my mind, reminding me how easily my mouth could fit against hers, our bodies could be pressed together. I caught my breath in my throat at the mental image of pinning her to the bench, and I knew I made the right choice. It would have been a meal from hell, to keep such temptation at bay.
"I've never been in here before," Lily murmured as overly eager house elves placed plates of food before us. I hadn't expected that, but it explained her expression of wonderment on her face.
"Really?" I asked. "I'm surprised your brothers didn't tell you about this. They visit here often."
"The way they eat, I'm not surprised," Lily said laughing. I couldn't help but laugh. I had seen the way her brothers ate, and it wasn't a surprise that they'd know the way to the kitchens unimpeded.
"Now, you will have to keep it a secret," I warned her in a teasing way, a smile placed carefully on my lips. Another one of Lily's firsts lost at my doing. It made my mind fight to wander, but I wouldn't let it wander to that, to pinning Lily between the benches in stages of undress. "We're not technically supposed to be in here."
"Ooh," Lily teased as she started eating. She grinned at me, one of her happy grins that reminded me why she was worth every moment of pain and hurt that I had been in over her.
The meal continued with an easy flow of conversation and I couldn't help but silently cheer inside. She didn't seem averse to conversing with me. It was better than I could have ever hoped in a conversation with her. She laughed at my jokes, even the silly, corny ones, poked fun of the careful way I cut my meat (to which I reminded her that we hadn't all been raised with savages like James and Albus), and in turn I teased her about the way she dipped her pot roast into her potatoes before eating it. I knew it'd end, the conversation, and I honestly tried to drag it out as long as possible.
"Desert?" I suggested. Lily looked warily at the piece of cake the house elves had put between us. It was chocolate and looked positively to die for, death by chocolate. I balanced the fork in my hands, tempting her with it.
"I shouldn't," Lily said as she pushed her hand to her stomach. I grinned because truth be told, I think we had both already over eaten by leaps and bounds, and I couldn't help but wonder if she wanted to delay the end of this as much as I did. "I think I've already eaten more than a girl my age should eat."
"The house elves made it especially for you," I said trying to make her feel guilty for thinking about turning it down. I stood before I could really think about what I was doing and joined her on Lily's side of the table. "One little bite and they'd probably not be as heartbroken about you not eating the cake they made than as if you just walked away."
"Fine, one bite," Lily said rolling her eyes. She held out her hand to me, requesting the fork. I relinquished the fork to her and watched as she took a very small bite. I shook my head, trying not to laugh.
"Oh, that hardly counts as a taste," I coughed, choking on the laughter. I failed and laughed anyways, snatching the fork out of her hand.
"No, I took a bite," she laughed as I speared a huge bite with some fudgy icing. She tried to slide away from me, but I wrapped my arm around her tightly. I ignored the way my body seemed to vibrate with anticipation at the very mention of touching her, and felt things contract and tighten as she wrestled and struggled with me a moment, her head tilted back with the laughter that spilled out from her lips.
"You don't want the house elves to hurt themselves thinking you didn't like it," I told her as I continued to hold her tightly. "Now open up."
"It's too big," she complained as she wiggled around a bit. I laughed at the words, though entertaining the sudden thought that I'd love for her to make that same complaint later on, in a less pure way, in a more compromising position. It caught me off guard, and my grip on her was tightened. She was pressed forward against me and I knew I was pressing my luck. I threw caution to the wind, just slightly. I felt fairly certain about this, though, and continued to hold her body to mine.
"You'll live," I laughed. She rolled her eyes and took the bite. She chewed and swallowed it down with a huge glass of milk. How something so simple could be so sensual, I'd never understand. "Good?"
"You tell me," she said as I reluctantly released her. I suddenly needed a bit of space between us, before I did something incredibly stupid. She took the fork from me, her fingers brushing mine with electricity, and speared an even bigger bite.
"Lily, that is twice the size I gave you," I laughed as I continued to back up a little. My back was suddenly against the wall, practically, and for a moment I felt like a trapped animal. My heart was racing excitedly and I met her eyes. She got a wicked glint in her eye, climbing toward me. Tight things tensed even more and my body was threatening to take over.
"You'll live," she mocked as she leaned forward, balancing herself by pressing her hand into my thigh. I fought and nearly lost to the sound that wanted to escape out, one between surprise and ecstasy. If it was even possible to be more tense, I felt my body clench at her touch and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. She dropped the fork swiftly and grabbed the large piece of cake, shoving in into my face. It vaguely reminded me of a wedding move, and that idea had me excited and confused.
"I can't believe you!" I exclaimed laughing as I leaped forward and pinned her to the bench underneath me without thinking about it. "You'll pay for that, Lils."
"No!" She shrieked with laughed as I rubbed my chocolate cake covered face on her face like Ash would rub her face on my neck or face. I did my best to ignore the thoughts that would lead to removing clothes and hoped she'd not realize my sensitive state of confusion and arousal. "Oh, gross! Cake crumbs and fudge, all on my face. This is not very Slytherin of you."
"Maybe not," I chuckled as I let her up. I didn't want her to feel what I felt, not like this. Instead, I released her and she seemed unaware. Lily struggled to a sitting position as a house elf procured a bowl of warm water and wash cloth for us. Lily reached for it, but I grabbed it first. My hands were already clean and I didn't risk smearing chocolate everywhere. "Let me."
"Mm," Lily replied as she watched me wring the cloth out, the excess water falling back into the bowl. The sound tickled something deep in with me, more than it probably should have. I moved forward, touching her face with the cloth. I wanted to touch her everywhere, but behaved, keeping at the task at hand. Her eyes were closed and it would have been nothing to press my moth against hers, to part her lips and steal her breath.
"Perfect," I said almost breathily as I finished with her hands, my fingers still touching hers slightly. I had managed to get all of the stickiness off of her face and hands. She opened her eyes slowly and stared; I didn't know what her expression meant. She just watched me for a long moment, her eyes wide with whatever emotion was playing below the surface.
"I should reciprocate," Lily said grinning slightly at me. She held her hand out for the wash cloth and I relinquished it to her very capable hands. "I'm just glad you didn't decide to lick it off me."
"Damn, I should have. It'd only be fair," I teased. Her mentioning it brought the image to the forefront of my mind. While licking someone's face never appealed to me, the image of running my tongue along her lips, nibbling on her chin and face made that part of me that I was fighting roar with desire. I closed my eyes under her touch, enjoying the seeming innocent contact between us. I let my mind wander and suddenly I realized that she had stopped touching me. I opened my eyes to see her face very close to mine, inches away, with her bright blue eyes wide and her bottom lip being assaulted by her teeth. She was deep in thought and I had thoughts of my own that had me wanting to close the distance, to kiss her. Not only to kiss her, but to press her against the bench and kiss her breathless. I smiled, a pained, tortured smile, and stood. I carried the bowl to the counter, putting distance between us. I needed to, to maintain my sanity. If I kissed her and she turned me down, I wasn't sure my ego could recover from that.
"It's getting late," Lily said as she glanced at the clock. "You probably have prefect duty."
"I do," I said nodding as I glanced at my watch. "I'll walk you back."
"Thanks for dinner," Lily said as she followed me out of the kitchen. "Sorry about the cake."
"It was fantastic," I promised as I turned to look at her. "I can't think of a better way to eat cake."
"I doubt you actually ate much of it," Lily teased. She glanced at me quickly. "It was good, though, you were right about that. It was one of the better meal times I've had in a long time."
"I feel the same," I said honestly as I opened the portrait hole for her. "Sleep well, Lily, and we'll work on more of you Herbology make up work. No more skipping classes, either, or I'll tell your parents myself."
"Ooh, threats," Lily said playfully. I raised an eyebrow at her. As much as I enjoyed spending time with her, I didn't like that she had skipped class for anyone. I put my hands on her shoulders, making her face me and I leaned in. For a panicked moment, I wasn't sure what I was planning. I fought the urge to wet my lips as I practically pressed my mouth against her ear.
"I'm serious, Lils," I whispered in her ear. My lip brushed her ear accidentally and I fought the urge crush her under my mouth. "You're too smart to let one boy ruins your life. Don't let him."
"Mm, okay," Lily breathed her response. She shivered and I pulled back, smiling.
"Good girl," I said, though it oddly sounded in the same vein as 'that's my girl'. "Goodnight and I'll see you at breakfast."
"Goodnight, Score," Lily replied with a dazed breathlessness. She smiled at me, one of the smiles I was used to, when she loved me, and I couldn't help but smile back. She turned and headed into the common room alone. I nearly skipped to patrol, but didn't skip. I still had my image to uphold.
"Well done," James said as he fell into step next to me. I glanced at him with a frown.
"Um, ok?" I said. I wasn't exactly sure what he was giving me credit for.
"I mean, it took you long enough to get Lily and Flint broken up," James continued and I stopped him.
"I didn't have anything to do with that," I said shaking my head. "I just learned about it before dinner, when I was helping your sister with homework."
"I wondered why she missed dinner," James said frowning. "Did you make sure she ate something?"
"Yes, of course," I said matching his frown. "I couldn't very well have starved her, now could I?"
"Well, whatever," James said. "Whatever caused them to break up, I'm grateful. He was too old for her."
"Yeah," I agreed. James glanced at me and then grinned.
"Don't think that I'm going to just give you my blessing to pursue her," James laughed. "Remember, we still don't get along, you and I."
"Awe, and here I was thinking we were making headway," I taunted as I jinxed his shoe laces. He went down hard but I didn't make it two steps before he cast a jelly-legs curse and it felt like the bones in my legs were suddenly gone.
"That'll teach you," James laughed as he rolled to his back. He sat up tapped his shoes with his wand.
"No, that'll teach you to always be on your guard," I laughed as I muttered the counter curse under my breath and my legs felt solid again. "Eventually, you know, we're going to have to lose this pettiness."
"Thank Merlin it's not today," James laughed and he headed back towards the Gryffindor tower. I rolled my eyes and headed back towards the dungeon. I was tired, and frankly ready. I couldn't wait for the Easter holiday to begin. I planned to spend it working on a project, something to keep me occupied and to hopefully win a bit of Lily back.
Elena was waiting for me that next morning. We were supposed to take a roll call of who was staying and who was leaving for the Easter holiday. We went dorm to dorm, knocking and talking notes. My heart began to pound incessantly as Elena knocked on the third year girls' door. Callie answered the door as Lily jerked her shirt into place. I got an unexpected glimpse of a bit of her bra and the expanse of her stomach.
"We just wanted to get a head count of who is floo networking home for the Easter holiday," Elena said as she held a clipboard. I stood there, looking pretty. No one was paying me any mind, so I was able to get a glimpse of their dormitory. It was a little messy, but not too bad. Lily seemed to be looking for something and when she reached to touch the top of the armoire, her blue shirt rode up her back a little.
"I am," Lily said waving her hand. She tossed a look over her shoulder to make sure Elena had her down.
"Me, too," Callie said.
"I'm going home with Shale," Kate said blushing bright red. I heard the girls giggled and couldn't help but roll my eyes. Girls could be so silly sometimes.
"I'm staying here," Nina said dejectedly. "My parents are off Merlin knows where."
"Oh, come home with me," Lily and Callie both said at the same time. Lily laughed and looked at the other girl. I had never noticed how much smaller Lily seemed next to her friends, but it was plain as day, standing there in their midst.
"Really?" Nina asked looking at them. "Lily, nothing personal, but I don't think I could think if I was around your cute brother the entire weekend." I nearly laughed at the thought, not really caring which of Lily's brothers found cute. Lily's face was priceless. She stuck out her tongue and made a gagging gesture with her finger, causing Kate to giggle.
"No worries," Lily said grinning as she resumed her normal stance. She turned and looked at Elena and me, hands on her hips. "Oh, has anyone reported finding my blue shirt? I can't find it anywhere."
"No," Elena and I both said at the same time, sharing a glance. Maybe Lily had a different blue shirt that she was missing. I watched as Lily glanced down at the shirt she had pulled on and laughed.
"Never mind," she said giggling. "I found it."
"Third years, I swear," Elena mumbled we turned and left the doorway, Lily's laughter following us until the door shut. Elena looked at me skeptically. "And you like her why?"
"She's not normally that…" I said trailing off, trying to think of a word.
"Scatterbrained?" Elena offered. I rolled my eyes.
"She's probably just as excited about leaving as everyone else is," I defended. Elena rolled her eyes.
"Sure," she said with a smile on her face. I hated that look, like she could see right through me. I rolled my eyes and finished up the roster, turning it in before I gathered my belongings and took the first floo home. My grandmother was waiting with a house elf to take my bag.
"Scorpius," she said wrapping her arm around me lightly. "How's my favorite grandson?"
"I'm still your only grandson," I said. I hesitated. "I hope." Gran laughed.
"Unless Draco's done something I don't know about," she said as she led me out of the den. "So, do you have any plans this week?"
"I have a little project I want to work on," I mentioned. Gran raised an eyebrow, and with that slight gesture, I spilled my guts. It was as if that one gesture was a knife sweeping across my abdomen and everything tumbled out for inspection.
"You must feel very strongly about Lily," Gran said. I had expected her to be less understanding, but thankfully she just smiled and offered me the use of the dining room table. She watched as I laid out all of the little pieces. I had tried the repairing spell on it, but apparently the locket didn't think it was able to be fixed. I would show it.
"Mom? Scorpius? I'm home!" Dad called out as he entered the main part of the house. Gran was sitting there with me, and we both rose to join him for supper in the smaller dining room.
"Dad," I started but was cut off by the arrival of our dinner and then talk about the work that Dad was doing at the ministry. It was fine. I liked hearing about his job, what he could share. I was proud to be the son of an Auror, especially with our family's somewhat dark and checkered past.
I worked on the locket well into the night, taking over the fancy dining room table. I laid out each broken piece across the dark wood. Most of it was salvageable, but there were a few pieces that I had to have Gran apparate me to Diagon Alley for, and even a few muggle shops. I worked on it by hand, squinting at the smaller then possible screws and springs, gears and whatever those spindly things were supposed to be. I had no idea what I was doing, but I looked forward to completing the locket, to fixing it, and seeing Lily back at school on Monday. I hadn't figured out how I'd get it back to her, or if she'd even take it, but my heart told me that she would.
"Scorpius, have you seen the key to the Nagoya China cabinet?" Gran asked me as she came through. I looked up and shook my head.
"I've not seen it," I said. She frowned.
"Your father has decided to have company over for Easter dinner, and I wanted to use the very good china," Gran said as she placed her hand on her hip and began to poke around in the buffet's main drawer.
"Have you asked the house elves?" I asked and she shook her head slightly, disappearing off towards the kitchens. I repositioned the light and continued to work, stopping only to stretch a little and to work out the wicked cramps my muscles were getting from my ill positioning.
"Scorpius, perhaps a break?" Narcissa suggested as I tried to work the cramp out of the back of my neck. I looked up at her as she sat, holding a plate with what I assumed was my lunch.
"Gran, I have to fix this," I complained with an obvious edge to my voice. I was beginning to think that I had bit off more than I could chew, and while I could give up and Lily would never know, I didn't. I had to do this, and I was certain that it would be a turning point in our relationship.
"Wouldn't it be easier to just buy a new one?" Dad mumbled as a house elf trailed behind him, holding a tray with what I assumed was my father's lunch.
"Yeah," I couldn't help but grin at him. "But this is one of a kind."
"One of a kind?" Dad smirked in his very Malfoy-esque smirk. It was our trademark.
"It belongs to someone special, Draco," Gran explained to Dad. She began to pour us some tea and my dad looked from Gran to me and back again.
"Really?" Dad said and I swore that he was going to start teasing me about being in l-o-v-e. It was all it could be. Anything less would have had me setting the pieces and Gran's table on fire well before now. I rolled my eyes and pushed a piece towards another with a pair of microscopic tweezer things. "Is this someone special someone we know?"
"Yeah, probably, Dad," I said. I swore silently in my head as the heat rose up my neck and burned fire engine red against my pale skin. "I'm hoping by fixing this she'll realize that I want to be fixed between us."
"You know Darla's never coming back," Gran said to Dad with her quiet voice she used to gossip sometimes when she wasn't trying to come off as a gossip. "And Scorpius never really loved her. You want what's best for your son, as I did you. It's time, maybe, that he moves on to someone else."
"But he just said that things were broken between them. How could she be worthy of him if they hadn't worked out before hand?" Dad just didn't get it. I mean it was Lily-freaking-Potter. She was worthy of me and so much more. If anything, I wasn't worthy of her. He turned his line of questioning to me, which made me uncomfortable. "Who is she, Scorpius? You say I already know her."
"Dad, I don't really want to talk about it," I said blushing harder. The pieces began to just fall into place and I was moving quickly, trying to convey that I was too busy to talk. The locket was splayed open with its spilled out on the table. If that didn't speak 'too busy to discuss love life', nothing would.
"She must be very special," Dad said quietly in his thoughtful voice. It made me cringe because I knew he was picking it apart, the thoughts and interactions that had included him, me, and any girl that I could have been head over heels for. "I'd probably never slave over fixing… what is that anyways?"
"It's a locket that plays music," I said reluctantly as I threw him a glance. A half smile tugged at Dad's mouth, and my stomach flip-flopped uncomfortably. I didn't like that look any more than I liked his thoughtful tone.
"Interesting," Dad said as he fought and lost to suppress his grin. I cringed.
"Why?" Gran said in almost disinterest.
"Well, remember I told you I was having a coworker over for Easter dinner?" Dad reminded Gran in a wickedly slow voice. I began to squirm under the weight of those words, though my mind hadn't exactly caught on exactly as to why they made me uncomfortable. I had known his coworker was coming for dinner.
"I do," Gran said. I was still focused on the locket, trying to make myself as unobtrusive as possible. I didn't want to know where this was heading because I was certain (at least in the back of my mind) that I wasn't going to like it much. "I've already got the whole menu planned out."
"Well, my co-worker's daughter had a locket that played music," Dad said with wicked glee in his voice. "Only when I asked her about it, today in fact when she came to work with her father, did she no longer have it and seemed reluctant to discuss it." My stomach fell down somewhere around my feet.
"You didn't," I said wearily, almost begging it to not be true. My face was no longer on fire, it was napalmed. No survivors. I was horrified. "You invited the Potters for Easter dinner?"
"Well, this is interesting," Dad laughed slightly. Ok, I love him but sometimes my father is a bastard. I couldn't believe it but heat was radiation off of my face to the degree of certainty I would catch something on fire.
"The locket belongs to the Potter girl?" Gran asked quietly, not because she didn't know but she was covering for me, my weakness of telling her everything and not sharing a bit of information with my dad. It would look less she already knew it was Lily's locket. I growled a few four letter obscenities under my breath and turned back to the locket. I had one less day to get it repaired and I wasn't certain that I could do it.
"So, Scorpius, should I start calling Harry Potter 'brother'?" Dad asked in a light, teasing manner. I didn't saying anything. I didn't even look up or respond. I felt my flesh be consumed in flames and I continued to work on the locket. In just a few days, Lily would be in my house and I wanted to have it done. My heart began to race. Lily would be here, and she'd be here soon.