Scorpius adjusted well to his new surroundings. Except for a few occasional tears and nightmares, he was simply moving on in life. Draco sent a few letters from time to time, but he seemed to be busy with whatever he was doing and the envelopes were quite thin and small. "Nothing interesting going on right now," he'd write.
Eventually, Scorpius's Hogwarts letter arrived, and the kid could not have been more overjoyed. His spirits were dampened somewhat by the trips to Diagon Alley, though. The stares and pointed fingers almost got the better of him, and, tough young man that he was, the excursions were always short.
Relieved, Narcissa bundled her rambunctious grandson onto the train at Platform 9 3/4, with a little twinge of pain in her heart. She'd done this before with Draco. But Lucius had been there then.
Not now.
Maybe never again.
Scorpius jumped into a compartment and leaned out the window, facing his grandmum.
"Tell me," He said seriously, "Where is my grandad?"
Narcissa's heart gave a jump. She realized she'd never told her grandson about her husband.
"He's- He's in Azkaban, sweetie." She sighed. "I'll owl you and tell you the rest of the story."
"Ok."
Scorpius pulled his head inside the compartment as the train moved away. Narcissa smiled sadly after him. I hope you make it alright, Scorp. I love you.
My apologies, faithful readers. I intended to post the head canon explanation at the end of the previous chapter, but made a mistake and did not, so here it is.
Lucius Malfoy was imprisoned in Azkaban at the end of 1998, serving a thirteen year sentence.
Draco married Astoria when he was like 19 or 20.
Scorpius was born in 2000.
Simple, and easy to poke holes in, I'm sure. But it's my head canon, because Cursed Child stinks. Reviews, please!