Impossible wishes
Megara smiled at her brother. They had just finished an entire box of hot gingerbread, stolen from the kitchens. She supposed that a tiny bit of sweets on Christmas Eve was not considered as wholly bad. "Goodnight, Scorpie."
"Wait!"
She turned, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing on her shoulders.
"What?"
Scorpius's grey eyes stared at her. "Don't you ever..."
"Ever what?" she snapped. "Get to the point, I have things to do!"
"Don't you ever wish," he paused, "don't you ever wish that we were born into a different family?"
Megara frowned. "That's useless, because it's impossible."
He ignored her. "If we were born into another family, Meggie, we wouldn't have to apply the pureblood manner. We wouldn't have to have etiquette courses. We wouldn't be glared at on the street, we wouldn't be refused in spots because of our name. We'd be loved."
She flushed. "We are loved."
"Maybe we are," Scorpius hesitated, "but our family never shows it." He didn't look at her. "Sometimes, I don't think they do."
"They show it occasionally," Megara said with a cross look. "They buy us Christmas presents."
"Money doesn't define love."
She laughed. "Do you think you're a philosopher, Scorpius Malfoy?"
He smiled wryly. "Heard that somewhere. Point is, Megara, our life would be bloody different if we weren't Malfoys."
"If we weren't Malfoys," Megara retorted, "we wouldn't live here. We wouldn't be part of those big Christmas feasts. There'd be loads of things that we'd be missing, Scorpie."
The gaze from his stormy grey eyes was piercing, but Megara's steely grey ones were nothing if not a match for them. Still, she found it hard to resist the urge to look away.
"There are loads of things we are missing on right now."
"You know," Megara walked towards the door. "You know, Scorpius, you're right, sometimes, I do. But as I said, it's useless, because these are impossible wishes. Christmas is a time for family; we're going to be thankful of the one we've got, not the one we want. We can't have everything we want, Scorpie; life's like that."
"I know," Scorpius sighed. "'Night, then."
"'Night."
Megara Malfoy went back to her bedroom and searched for her mother's goodbye note to her father, the one she had written when she had left Father after having Megara, years ago. When she found it, she pressed it against her cheek, and imagined the scent of her mother's perfume.
"Happy Christmas, Mum, Mother," she whispered as she folded it back again, the smudged ink on the yellow parchment paper well visible, "Wish you were here."
(Clearly, it was a half-truth.)
Just to clarify... Megara is the illegitimate daughter of Draco and Pansy; she's one year younger than Teddy and a year older than Victoire. And so, she's Scorpius's half-sister.
Next up are Luna and Lysander, after that, I'm not too sure.
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