Starting off, I would like to thank you for joining me in chapter three. And I would like to thank all of you who have faved and followed. I appreciate you sticking around in my little drabble journey and I hope you continue to enjoy.

Let's see what you should know prior to reading…. Um. Takes place after first year, but I think you'll pick that up quickly.

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Platform 9 ¾ was always busy at this time of the year. The excitement in the air was twice as high as it had been the last time they had gathered around the Hogwarts Express. Masses of children piled off the train, searching for their family that were there to greet them at the end of term. Harry scanned the platform in search for his sons. The hustle and bustle of the end of term atmosphere was loud, and it was hard to find any one particular child in the mess. He saw several heads of red hair, but he couldn't make out if those red heads belonged to their family or not. He didn't remember having this much trouble picking up James last year.

"Hey, Uncle Harry."

Harry recognized the voice quickly. He only had to turn his head slightly to make out his Godson beside him. Teddy Lupin, standing just shy of six foot, and gracing only a few days passed turning twenty, smirked at him with a playful gleam. He had decided to take his hair to his signature royal blue for the occasion. The deep shade contrasting vibrantly against his pale skin. The shine in his eyes was as bright as his hair. "Where's Aunt Ginny? And Lily?"

"Looking for the boys." Harry answered. "What are you doing here? I thought Victoria found her own way back."

"She did." Teddy replied. The shine in his eyes sparkled briefly at the mention of his beloved girlfriend. "I'm actually here to find my cousin. And there he is now." Teddy's eyes locked on someone moving about in the crowd. Harry tried to follow his gaze, but couldn't find the boy he was speaking of. "Malfoy!"

Harry jumped at the volume that came with Teddy's voice. He often forgot that Teddy was related to the Malfoys. Narrowing his eyes at where his Godson was looking, Harry caught the flash of pale blonde hair. The boy in question spun quickly, his face unclear from the distance and the mass of Hogwarts students pushing around him, but Harry was sure there was a smile forming on the young Malfoy's face. The Malfoy boy raised a hand, signaling for Teddy to give him a moment. Turning back into the crowd, he reached in and pulled out a familiar face. Albus looked around in confusion in the direction the boy pointed. His eyes widened with joy when he spotted his father. Albus moved towards them quickly. Malfoy followed a close step behind.

The distance between them grew short quickly. Harry knelt down, enveloping his eleven year old in a tight embrace. Pulling apart, he smiled at the look of pure happiness that graced his son's face. "Dad. Hogwarts was so cool."

Harry ruffled his son's hair, and stood. "That's good to hear."

"Come on, Teddy, let go." The young voice drew Harry's attention to the scene taking place behind his son. He watched as Teddy gripped Malfoy tightly, and proceeded to ruffle his hair in an inelegant noogie. The eleven year old tried to struggle away from the action. Teddy let go a moment later. Finding freedom, Malfoy stepped away from his cousin, shooting his a deep glare as he righted his wrinkled shirt. The growing smile on his lips destroyed any chance the child had of looking offended or intimidating. "I missed you too."

"Dad," Albus's voice drew Harry's attention back onto his son. He found a pressure on his hand, as Albus lead him over to where Teddy and the Malfoy boy stood. "This is my friend Scorpius. The one I was telling you about. Scorp, this is my dad."

Harry didn't know how to requester the moment. He had indeed heard of his son's friendship with the Malfoy's eldest child. The letters sent home were filled with news of the adventures his son held with Scorpius and Rose. The Ravenclaw trio had made a name for themselves shortly into the year. Harry knew ahead of time of his son's friendship, and he was glad of it. He was pleased that his son hadn't let passed hatreds get to him and corrupt his views. He had heard nothing but good things about the boy from Ablus, Rose, Teddy, and many of the Weasley kids who had gotten to know him over the school year. Even Neville spoke highly of the kid. There was no reason for him to doubt the eleven year old, but looking at him now, it was difficult to shake off some old feeling of anger.

Scorpius looked so much like Draco had at that age. The boy was only an inch or two taller than Albus, but smaller than him in mass. His blonde hair was the same pale shade that he shared with so many Malfoy's before him. But unlike the straight hair of his father, Scorpius's held a bit of curls. The blonde locks were tousled around his head in a windblown fashion, the curls clear in the bangs handing just above his eyes. He smiled widely, the action brightening his pale face. He appeared so happy, so full of life and childish innocents. Harry thought back to Scorpius he had seen in the train station at the beginning of the year. He had appeared so somber and eloquent, his clothes all wrinkle free, and his hair brushed back. Looking at him now, he appeared to be a different kid. It seemed that while he could pull off the Malfoy style, he also had that care free attitude that Draco had never been allowed to have. Yet for each difference between the appearances of Draco and Scorpius, there was another trait that was so similar, if not identical to his father. Scorpius held the same grey tint to his blue eyes, hidden behind a pair of thin framed glasses.. The same smirk on his lips. He held himself with the confidence of a Malfoy. He hadn't noticed the resemblance the first time he had saw him, the distance between him making his features unclear. But there wasn't a train station between them now. There was only a few feet, and Albus excitingly awaiting his father's approval on his new friend.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter." Scorpius's voice shock slightly. Something that Harry picked up on and took note of. Worry clung to the corner of his eyes.

Smiling, Harry nodded back. "You too. Albus has told us a lot."

"Hopefully nothing too bad." Scorpius chuckled, tossing a smirk over at his friend.

The Potter boy let a bout of laughter escape his lip. Resting a hand on Scorpius's shoulder, Ablus let the laughter die, but kept the smile on his face. "Of course not."

"There you two are!" The female voice drew their attention behind them. Four sets of eyes trailed to spot Rose Weasley. The girl moved towards them quickly, her ginger hair dancing with each step she took. "You ran off and left me. Hi Uncle Harry." Rose nodded towards her uncle. "Hey Teddy."

Rose wedged her way between Scorpius and Albus. "I found your parents by the way, Scorpius. They're over by the candy stale at the entrance."

"Thanks." Scorpius said. "I was worried they got lost."

Teddy chuckled lowly, before muttering to himself. "Uncle Draco does have a tendency to wander the wrong way. He got us lost the other day. Spent three hours running around London with no idea where we were."

"I better get going than." Scorpius sighed. "Don't want to keep them waiting."

"Remember to write." Rose muttered, before moving to embrace him in a hug.

"Ya." Albus added, throwing himself into the hug. "Don't spent all summer doing homework."

Scorpius snickered as the three broke apart. He regarded Albus with a firm frown. "Remember to actually do your homework."

Albus sighed. "It's the summer. What kind of monsters give homework over the summer?"

"If you had just done it over the school term," Rose injected, throwing a light glare at her cousin, "than you won't have so much now. You should feel lucky that Professor Flaxen gave you the chance to make up the work."

"You aren't going to write this essay for me are you?" Ablus frowned, glancing between his two friends. Rose and Scorpius exchanged a quick glance before shaking their heads. "Just remember to write. We need to start planning our pranks for next year."

"I will." Scorpius smiled. He turned his gaze onto Harry. The unease and worry crept back in the corner of his eyes as he looked at his best friends father. "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Potter."

"It was nice meeting you, Scorpius." Harry replied, giving the boy a large smile.