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Parasol

Scorpius sat on the swings at the park. A heavy breeze ruffled his hair and tousled his clothing around him. He swung himself slowly, his eight-year-old feet just touching the ground. He looked to the park bench on the opposite side of the field, his father's face hidden behind the newspaper that he was immersed in. He rolled his eyes and looked into the sky, the greyness of it giving indication of coming rain. A small patch of blue sky could be seen every now and then as a cloud slipped past and the sun would weakly twinkle through. Scorpius heard a voice; a high pitched one that sounded distinctly girlish. He looked to his right, over to the sand box to see the back of a little girl.

She was dressed in a pretty green dress and cardigan. In one of her tiny hands she held a delicate light green parasol decorated with light pink flowers, matching to her dress. Her hair was long and fell freely down her back like the red flames of the fire back at his home in the Malfoy Manor. In her other hand, the girl held a small cloth doll and she seemed to be talking to it. Scorpius raised an eyebrow; a mannerism that he had picked up from his father over the years, and tried to make out what she was saying but the gusty wind that was picking up made it extremely hard to hear a thing clearly from this distance.

He assessed her movements with a curious eye and realized that she and her doll must be having a tea party. He smirked as he thought of his little sister and how much this girl reminded him of her; they were nothing alike in looks, or even age; his sister being only three and the girl looking closer to his own age, but she had the distinct air of a pure-blooded girl from high class. Scorpius knew that blood purity was an important aspect to his parents, or had been before the war, which was many years before his time, but he had never understood why.

Scorpius stopped swinging but his previous momentum and the growing wind kept him moving in the same slight way. He continued to watch her, for some reason his eyes were attracted to her, like magnets to metal, and he couldn't help it. A large burst of autumn wind blew across the ground and the pretty girl shrieked in fear as her open parasol was tugged from her childs grip. She chased it, but was too slow for the teasing air currents; Scorpius frowned as he saw her eyes tear over. He jumped from his swing and sprinted across the play sets bark area, the parasol tumbling over itself near the merry-go-round, and finally managed to snatch it before it hit the curb on the side of the park.

In any other situation, he may have felt embarrassed for holding such a girlish item, but at the present time was more concerned about the younger girl. He reached where she had collapsed on the grass between the sand box and the swing set and offered her a hand. She looked up amazed at him as he looked down, entranced by her dazzling green eyes. He helped her to her feet and pulled out his clean white handkerchief fron his pants pocket, handing it over so that she could dry her face. She wiped it clean, and tried to handit back, but he pushed her hand away, Instead placing the now closed parasol into the other pale, freckled hand. She smiled at him through still red eyes and tucked the slightly damp handkerchief into her cardigan pocket.

'My name's Lily.'