Disclaimer: I still own nothing but the plot….Which sucks. The rest belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Sorry everyone. School started, and learning French, Latin, and American Sign Language all at the same time isn't easy.
Zana: Maybe a little. I'm glad you like it : ) Chapter 8 is almost done
Harry: They are only thirteen and fourteen, so it might be a little hard for them to elope. Anytime, and I'm sure pink hair is very scary to Voldemort. Oh, did I tell you I'm a death eater now? (Don't worry, I'll still protect you) Haha, I'm glad you don't mind me killing your wife and turning your kids against you. It might get better…Maybe. Thank you! I'm glad you like the story
Scorpius was trembling as an owl flew over to him the next morning. "I'm watching you." His face paled. He resisted the urge to rip it to pieces and instead put it away in his bag with the last one. He was careful to remain looking happy, in case James was watching. He didn't want to worry his boyfriend; James worried enough already. He had already insisted on checking Scorpius' bruises first thing that morning, watching to make sure they had healed. Now they walked to class together, James looking worriedly at Scorpius.
"James, relax," Scorpius sighed.
"But your bruises—"
"Are healing," Scorpius interrupted.
"Who is your mum's boyfriend anyway?"
Scorpius hesitated, looking around to make sure no one else was listening. "Fenrir Greyback," he whispered.
James stared at Scorpius in horror. "Fenrir Greyback?" James whispered in shock.
Scorpius nodded. "He's the one who gave me the bruises," he explained.
"Is he the one who's been sending you the letters?" James demanded.
"Shhh," Scorpius begged. "Not now, later."
James sighed. "You are not getting out of this," he whispered, continuing to walk to class.
"I know," Scorpius said, following.
~At Malfoy Manor~
"Good morning, Draco," Harry said, walking into Draco's house.
Harry waited a moment for a response. Hearing none, he went upstairs to Draco's room. Draco was there, sleeping.
"You lazy bum," Harry laughed quietly to himself.
He went back downstairs to make breakfast, thinking he would surprise Draco. He hummed to himself as he made pancakes with scrambled eggs and bacon. When it was done, he set the table and went back up to wake Draco.
"Good morning," Harry said, gently shaking Draco awake.
"Morning," Draco yawned, sitting up.
"I made breakfast," Harry said, taking Draco's hand and pulling him out of bed.
"I thought my dream smelled real," Draco said, standing up. They headed downstairs. "So how was your conversation with Ron and Hermione?" Draco asked, grabbing some bacon.
"It went really well. They were happy for us," Harry said, smiling.
"I'm glad you are friends with them again," Draco said. "Have you heard from your kids?"
Harry sighed. "James still won't talk to me, and he won't let his siblings talk to me either."
"I'm sorry. Any idea why?"
"I'm assuming he's mad because I left and now he feels like I replaced his mother with you."
"He knows that's not true," Draco said.
"I hope he does," Harry said. "If he doesn't now, he will figure it out."
"I know. I'm sorry, I wanted to make this breakfast happy, and I made it depressing."
Draco shrugged. "It had to be talked about."
Harry nodded. "Have you heard from Scorpius?"
"Yes, he's having a great time. He and James have become friends."
"I'm glad they get along," Harry said, smiling.
~That night~
Draco sat on the couch, holding Harry. They had spent all day together, just talking about their individual problems. Now they were silent, both lost in thought, both enjoying the other's company.
"Harry, I've been thinking. We've known each other a long time, and you said you get pretty lonely at home…Would you like to move in with me?" Draco asked, stroking Harry's hair.
"Wouldn't that be kind of awkward for Scorpius?" Harry pointed out.
"I don't think he would mind," Draco said. "I could ask him if you want me to."
"Please do," Harry said.
~At Hogwarts~
Scorpius and James met in an empty classroom.
"Now, tell me the truth. Is he the one who's been sending you the letters? I found them, and I know you were lying to me. It couldn't have been your dad. He loves you too much, and it wouldn't make sense for him to threaten you."
Scorpius sighed. "I'm sorry about lying to you, but if you saw the letters, you know why. Yes, it was Greyback who sent them."
"Why is he threatening you?" James asked, pulling Scorpius close.
"Do you trust me?" Scorpius asked.
"Yes, of course I do," James answered automatically.
"Then you have to trust me when I say that I can't tell you," Scorpius said.
"Please tell me," James begged, holding Scorpius at arm's length so that he could see his bruised face.
"I can't, you will go do something rash and stupid," Scorpius said.
"I can't lose you," James countered.
"But I will lose you if I tell you and you run off to kill him! Think, James! If I tell you, and you try to kill him and end up dying, then he's going to kill me, and nothing will be accomplished!"
"But I have to know," James said, less confidently.
"Do you want us both to be killed? You saw what he wrote. If I tell you or anyone, he will kill me!"
An owl flew in at that moment. Scorpius looked at it, terrified, before taking it.
"If that's from Greyback…" James threatened.
Scorpius opened it.
"Dear Scorpius,
"Harry and I were talking today, and I asked him to move in with us. He insisted that I ask you first. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. He really cares about you, and so do I. So what do you think? Would it be okay if Harry moved in with us? Write back as soon as you can.
"I love you,
"Your father,
"Draco Malfoy"
Scorpius looked at James.
"Well, who is it?" James demanded.
"My dad," Scorpius said, relieved.
James held out his hand for it. Scorpius handed it over, and James read it quickly, his face pale.
"We have to let them move in together," Scorpius said. "If we don't, they will want to know why. And if your dad does move in with us, that will give you another excuse to visit so often. You won't have to sneak over as much."
James nodded reluctantly. "I guess they're getting pretty serious," he sighed.
"I know. It will all work out," Scorpius said, not really believing it himself.