Disclaimer: By this point you should know that I do not in fact own Harry Potter
AN: The final chapter. Of this part at least. I toyed with this for a while and finally decided to go with what I had, rather then second guessing. There will be a third part, but I don't know when, it all depends on when I can find time to work on it. I hope you enjoy, and if you don't, please tell me why.
Chapter 26
The coming dark
Scorpius' breath caught in his throat for a split second. The ministry has fallen, looped through his brain as he tried to focus. The kitchen snapped back into clarity in a second, his mother ushering the girls out, urging them to pack light, taking only what they need. His parents stood in the door way, sharing a single long embrace, their foreheads pressing tightly together before she disappeared through the door. His father's cold blue eyes trained in on him, closing the gap between them in seconds. "You'll be going with them." He stated his face pale, and a look of madness creeping into his eyes. "I want your mother as far away from this as possible, and you're going to be the one to make sure she gets there. You have family in Salem, your mother's side. You'll take them there and keep them there. If this thing spreads you run to the end of the earth. Do you understand me?" Scorpius' vision narrowed his head swimming at the implications of his father's words. This was it, there was no escaping, no real running, and it was only a matter of time till it spread. How long had they been planning this right under everyone's nose, they had the upper hand. His father's large hands shaking his shoulders brought him back to reality. "Do you understand me!" Nodding dimly his father let go for a moment before pulling him into a hug, the first Scorpius could remember since he was a small child. Pushing him towards the door his father stumbled to the fireplace. "Go and be ready. I have a few old acquaintances to find." Nodding again, mostly for himself, Scorpius stumbled through the kitchen door.
His bag was already packed, setting at the foot of the bed where he had left it that morning. Slinging it over his shoulder he took the steps two at a time, reaching the entrance way just as his mother quietly ushered the girls in. They'd all be orphans soon, every last one of them. No doubt Al's father was already running head long into it, not caring about whether or not he made it out alive. A terse knock sounded on the door a moment later, his father rushing forth to open it. His shoulders dropped just slightly at the sight of the robed figure on the other side. "Hello, Draco." She drawled, her red lips curving as she threw back her purple velvet hood, her dark eyes scanning over the other occupants of the room.
"Pansy." His father ground out, the muscles in his face tightening. His mother stiffened at the name but tried not to let it show, instead sending Scorpius a reassuring smile. The woman, Pansy, entered as his father stepped aside, her gaze training in on Scorpius.
"So, you want a favor." She began, pulling off her gloves. At his father's nod her smile dropped just slightly. "You are very, very lucky Draco Malfoy. Apparently whatever is brewing out there has an… appreciation for old families. Well, except for the Weasely's for some reason." For a split second Scorpius thought he saw hurt in her eyes but it was gone just as quickly. Turning sharply to stare at his father again her eyes flashed. "I'll do it for a price. You know what I want." Nodding Malfoy pulled out a thick envelope from inside his cloak. Taking it with unsteady hands Pansy ripped it open, staring at the contents. "And this is real?" With his father's nod she stuffed it into her cloak, and pulled on her gloves again. "Very well, I'll take all of them, except for Potter, and you know why." Malfoy simply nodded, gesturing towards the door. His mother pushed the girls forward, a coach waiting in the drive. The large black beasts in front of it threw him for a moment. Thestrals, like there was been at Hogwarts, only now he could see them clearly. They were pushed into the coach by a stern looking driver, Al and himself left standing on the front lawn, his mother standing beside him, staring back into the house where his father stood.
A sound of thunder cracked above them, the sky clear. It was followed by another, and another, fire shooting out of the sky, catching the lawn aflame. Recoiling from the harsh light Scorpius could just make out the darkened figures walking through the flames. He felt Al stiffen beside him, his own eyes trained on one in particular. The blond he remembered from so long ago in France, who had enticed his nightmares, broke through a haughty laugh on her blood colored lips. It was then that he saw what Al was truly staring at, a shapely brunette breaking through a second later. "Hello, Albus." She said, her burr more sultry than the girl's had been in Porte de Chadron. Nim Riley stared back at him with cold brown eyes, and murder on her lips. Outstretching her hand she beckoned them. "I'm here Albus, isn't that what you've wanted all along." Scorpius caught his movement out of the corner of his eye, Al's face blank as he walked forward.
"Al!" he tried to call but his friend kept moving, almost as though in a trance. Pulling his wand from his pocket he quickly and quietly tossed Al's wand from where it had seemingly appeared in his hand before giving an Accio to bring it to him. If Rose had been right in her notes, and Al was somehow become the possessor of the elder wand, Scorpius couldn't allow him to remain in possession of it. Spells zoomed through the yard a second later, Pansy and his father facing off against the three raiders that had accompanied the other two. He hadn't even had time to react when he felt himself being lifted off of the ground and tossed into the carriage.
He stared open mouth at his mother, wand raised and face set. "Go!" she commanded, flicking an attack at a nearby raider. The coach lifted, pulling them away from the fight on the ground.
"Mother! Mother!" he screamed banging on the door of the carriage. His eyes watered as he watched Malfoy Manor burn below them.
They stopped hours later on a grassy beach with the sun almost setting again. He barely managed to pull himself out of the carriage, his bag hanging loosely to his shoulder. The driver stood just outside the door, large leather binding in his hands. "Your mother, wanted you to have this." He said his voice deep and accented as he handed Scorpius the binding. Nodding slightly he clutched it to himself his mind still foggy with emotion and sleep.
"Wait!" he called after the retreating back of the driver. "Where are we?" The driver simply smiled slightly, pointing towards an old sign behind them, the word Salem broadly emboldened in old script.
End Part II
AN: Okay, so Scorpius isn't supposed to know how the whole, 'elder wand', thing works, so I tried to figure out what he would think it could mean. Part III will be placed under its own story, and I'm hoping to start it really soon, but make no guarantees yet.