AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Please keep in mind that this story was begun long before J.K. Rowling updated Pottermore with the Malfoy family's back history, so it does not follow that canon information. It works from the sparse details that had been provided about the Malfoys prior to Pottermore launching, and therefore doesn't follow the Pottermore canon.
You might want to re-read chapters 1 - chapter 6 (including the ASIDE chapter) before reading this chapter to re-acquaint yourself with the established background and to check out the revisions of those chapters I've done so far. Just saying. :)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Survivor of Disagreement
Friday, July 11th, 2031 (early morning)
The house shuddered as Corwin's Veela slammed against the front door.
"Open up, Rose!"
Rose pressed her hands harder over her ears and hunched in on herself until her forehead touched the floor. Like a creature being hunted, she tried to make herself small, to stay quiet, and to be as still as possible.
Ever since Scorpius and her Veela had left this awful nightmare world where her consciousness was currently trapped, Corwin's Veela had been tormenting her. His disembodied voice hissed vicious things that echoed around the house.
"That was a bitch move." He still sounded furious, but thankfully, eased up on the pounding. "Having Corwin's mother stun us and our father, and then pulling a runner. You'll both pay for that."
A small whimper escaped Rose's lips. She bit down on them to hold back the terror that welled in her mouth, threatening to give her away. Remaining very quiet might be the only defence she had against the monster at her door.
Why he couldn't get in, she couldn't say, but she was eternally thankful that he could not.
"You can't hide from me forever, mate," he taunted. "I'll find you—soon."
The pounding stopped and the awful weight of the Veela's wraithlike presence was suddenly gone. Although Rose felt a small bit of relief pass through her at the knowledge that she was no longer being stalked in the dream world, she also knew a terrible dread in her gut. If he wasn't lingering around here, that meant Corwin and his Veela were awake. They'd shaken off the effects of Daphne McLaggen's Stupefy spell, and now they would be hunting her in the real world instead.
...Where she was currently unconscious, perhaps even comatose, and therefore completely vulnerable.
In such a helpless state, they could finish mating her without her consent! They could force an unwanted pregnancy on her to assure their bonding, and she would lose Scorpius and her Veela forever.
She'd rather die.
It wasn't that Corwin was a bad option. He'd been her boyfriend, after all, and they'd had a lovely time together for the few weeks they'd dated. If Scorpius hadn't come into the picture, well, Rose would probably still be with Corwin, admittedly. No, her ex wasn't the problem at all.
It was the man's Veela she despised. God, the thing was truly dreadful, as bad as its father! Cormac McLaggen was a real bastard, and Rose couldn't help but feel sorry for his mate, Daphne. She shuddered at the thought of what the man had done to his wife, recalling how he'd implied that he'd kept her on a tight leash:
"My wife thought being mouthy and irreverent was funny at first, too. She soon learned her place."
Sweet Circe, he seemed as awful as Theodosis Black had been!
Theodosis Black... what was it about that horrid man that kept banging around in the back of her skull? He'd been absolutely evil, according to Scorpius, and in her opinion had deserved the fate that had befallen him—dying alone, in physical pain, and despised by his only son.
And yet, unfairly, Theodosis hadn't been the only one to pay for his cruelty; his entire line had been revenge-cursed for the rape, torture, and murder of Daneetzah, the Veela who'd been unlucky enough to be Theodosis' mate. Considering it all now, holding the Black-Malfoy sons accountable for the sins of an ancient sire seemed not only extreme and spiteful to Rose, but also rather bloodthirsty. Not that she blamed Daneetzah for being so bitter at the end of her life. Still, a curse in perpetuity was in her opinion an excessive punishment, especially as the man it had been initially levied upon had been dead for centuries.
Being stuck with a Veela was only half the story, though. Daneetzah's revenge also cursed the emotional ties between the Black-Malfoy fathers and their sons. In short, they were destined to despise each other, starting with Theodosis and Lycinus, and continuing on down the long years to Lucius and Draco, and then most recently, Draco and Scorpius...
She paused, deliberating over that pattern. Could that same magic, perhaps, also explain Corwin's distaste for his own father? If so, that would indicate that the McLaggen family was related to the Black-Malfoy line by more than just marriage, wouldn't it?
Some nagging detail, a conversation she'd once had along those same lines now hounded Rose…
"Lycinus took his father's journals and other belongings, and moved to France," Scorpius had said. "When he reached the age of twenty-five, he suffered the changes of a male Veela's awakening, and found his mate in the Flint family... He married her, and they–"
She gasped as forgotten memory filled in the missing pieces of the bizarre magical puzzle: Scorpius had said Lycinus and his mate had bore twin sons.
Brutus Black, the elder of the two boys, had been Scorpius' direct ancestor. The man had changed his last name to 'Mal Foi' in honour of the grandfather whose pure-blood rhetoric he'd espoused. At some point, the spelling had morphed to the one Scorpius' family used today, 'Malfoy'.
There had been no mention of the other brother in their conversation, though, aside from the man's name: Pontus.
Corwin's father had referred to the talking portrait in his bedroom as 'Pontus'.
Even amongst wizarding families, with their penchant for old-fashioned and bizarre naming rituals, 'Pontus' wasn't commonplace. In fact, she'd only ever heard the name one other time, while poking around her mother's books on mythology: it had been the ancient region in Greece where the fierce female warriors, the Amazons, had supposedly lived.
Pieces of this bizarre puzzle clicked together; the Pontus in the portrait had to be the same Pontus Black, son of Lycinus and brother of Brutus – which meant the McLaggens must have acquired their Veela heritage from the same source as the Malfoys. Daneetzah's curse had struck not one, but two families. Scorpius and Corwin weren't just cousins because of their mothers, but also very distant cousins on their paternal ancestor's side, too.
And didn't that explain so much? Scor and Cor—both blonds of the same height with grey-blue eyes, both blessed with stunning good looks, amazing reflexes and strength, and burning sexual appetites. They turned heads wherever they went, and had women throwing themselves at them all the time.
Bloody wands and crosses, the truth had been right in front of her the whole time, and she'd never even seen it! She'd dated them both, and…
She'd dated them both.
Could their familial Veela connection explain why she'd been attracted to both men? But why would they both be attracted to her? It wasn't as if she had any Veela in her direct lineage, as far as she knew. The closest she came was Aunt Fleur and her children, but that was relation by marriage, not blood.
And speaking of family, why hadn't the Malfoys known about the McLaggen's secret, when clearly the McLaggen's knew about the Malfoys? How was it possible for Corwin's family's Veela heritage to have remained a secret for this long? And more importantly, why would they hide themselves from the Malfoys at all?
Head swimming with possibilities, and feeling the dull, throbbing pain returning to her back and chest, Rose huddled under the sheet her Veela had given her and closed her eyes, praying for him and Scorpius to come for her soon. For several minutes, she enjoyed the silence, but the pain only progressed as the seconds ticked by. Finally, she had to admit the truth: whatever Corwin's Veela had done to her in biting her and attempting to mate her had damaged her. She was in a bad way.
"It's only a matter of time for her," Cor's mum had said, clearly devastated by that fact.
Tears stung Rose's eyes. She was dying, wasn't she, and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop it, was there? No picky, little book fact or fast manoeuvers on a broom were going to save her this time. She was going to die… right when she'd finally decided that settling into a grown-up life wasn't that bad a thing after all, especially when you had someone (two someones, actually) with whom she wouldn't mind passing the time.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, projecting her thoughts out to her mates, wherever they were. "I wish we–"
"ROSE!"
It was Scorpius! He and her Veela had come back for her, just as they'd promised!
"I'm here," she shouted, sitting up despite the pain shooting along the ridge of her spine.
The door to the bedroom opened, and in a blink, she was in her lover's arms again. Heat and comfort radiated from Scorpius and her Veela, warming her instantly. She settled into their embrace with relief.
"I knew you wouldn't give up on me."
"Never," Scor and the Veela vehemently replied, their combined voices telling her that they equally shared the body that housed them. "We will always come for you, mate."
Her breath hitched as she took a deep, shaky breath and then let it out. From her fingertips to her toes she was cold. Trembling, she held up a hand between them. "Scor, I'm so cold. I can't feel my fingers."
Scorpius shushed her, taking the dominant position within his body once more. He captured her hands between his and rubbed them, trying to help her blood circulate. "You're going to be fine, Rose. Veela and I have a plan."
Rose listened as he detailed what he and the Veela intended to do, and how they believed it might alter her aura so that it aligned only with theirs when they were done.
"You're going to wake me up and give me all three Marks?" she asked, nervous at the prospect.
He nodded. "We think it's the only clear-cut way to force the mating magic to bow to our primary claim—the one we made when we gave you the First Mark. You said Corwin skipped that important step, and went right to the Second Mark. We think that in doing so, he bollocks-up our mating magic and that's why your magical aura is so damaged."
"You think if you can reassert that you were the first to claim me, and do things in the proper order, it'll nullify his mistake and set right the mating magic."
He nodded.
Rose felt the heat of humiliation and embarrassment in her cheeks at the memory of what had been done to her, and she dropped her gaze, unable to look Scorpius in the eye. "But what if he managed to... I don't know if he gave me the Third Mark or not," she whispered, feeling that crushing weight in her chest at the thought of that betrayal, "but I feel different, Scor."
Scorpius tensed. "You said he didn't finish inside you."
"I don't think he had enough time to while he was–"
Raping me, she wanted to say, but the words stuck in her throat. She nearly choked on them, deeply hurt and ashamed by what Corwin's Veela had done to her.
"But during the second stage of his change, he'd... ejaculated all over the place. He was covered in it. What if some of that sperm... What if it..." She looked up at him, her tears hot, nearly stinging her eyes. "He gave me the Second Mark! Mum said that causes the female's body to drop an egg into place to get ready for fertilization, and from what I've read on the subject, conception can happen within an hour or two after sex. We both know the magic of the first mating makes the Veela's sperm extremely viable." She gripped him tighter, shivering against him, terrified by the implication of her suspicions. "What if I'm pregnant already?" she whispered in horror.
With gentle pressure, Scorpius raised her chin and forced her to look at him. "If he'd successfully bred you, our claim would have been the one nullified, and you would be Corwin's mate now. There wouldn't be an aura mix-up, like you're suffering."
"Oh, God, I don't want to be his!" she wailed, panicking at the thought of Corwin's sperm swimming around even then inside her body, desperate in its gamble to reach her egg and force her to become pregnant with his baby. It was pure biology, however, and the magic was reinforcing it.
"Then let us mate you."
Scorpius was right; the only way to nullify what Corwin might have done to her was to assure his sperm reached her egg first. In order to do that successfully, they'd have to go through the Marking in its proper order, the same as any spell. Magical rule number one: if you wanted an incantation to go off properly or a potion to be successful, there was always a specific order to the wand-waving or the ingredient adding. Shortcuts or skipping steps resulted in magical failure every time. Scorpius and her Veela were banking on that foundational principle holding true in every aspect of magic, including creature matings.
But would it be enough to undo the damage?
He bent his mouth to hers and kissed her softly, sweetly. "Let us marry you in the way of Veela, Rose. We love you, and will never betray you. We promise."
Her heart gave a painful thump.
She'd put this good man through so much, hadn't she? She'd been awful to him for years, and even during this mating thing, she'd pushed at him, tried to punish him, and for what? For slights from their distant past which didn't matter any longer, and for not being able to control his magical creature's innate nature in the present. How foolish! The past was done with them, and couldn't be undone. And as for his Veela... one couldn't blame a Werewolf for changing every full moon, or a Vampire for craving blood any more than they could blame a Veela for wanting to couple with its destined mate, so it had been foolish of her to resent Scorpius and his Veela for wanting to be with her. She got that message now, loud and clear.
He'd tried from the very start to win her over, beginning that day on the train in first year, and she'd repeatedly rejected him out of fear.
Well, not any longer.
"I'm sorry," she murmured around frantically kissing him back, "so sorry for my stubbornness. I was horrid to you for so many years, and all you ever wanted was to love me."
"You were right about the mating, though." He pressed his forehead to hers, his arms secured around her, keeping her in his lap. "What we're doing to you, it's not an easy thing to accept. How much you're asked to give up, being forcibly bonded to and bred by someone who'd antagonised you throughout your childhood, and who'd taken your virginity so thoughtlessly... It must be hell for you to accept."
She pressed their foreheads together. "Let's forgive each other, for everything. Let's start again."
He nodded. "We promise to properly court you when this is all done. It's going about it backwards, we know, but we'll take you on dates and romance you. We'll win your heart the right way after."
"We've never done anything conventionally, anyway," she joked, giving him a small smile... but then reality hit, and she trembled slightly at the knowledge that she was going to conceive a baby today – a step she hadn't been prepared to take for many years to come. The alternative was unendurable, however. "I'm scared," she admitted, glancing at him. "Aren't you? We're talking about making a child together. We can't take it back."
He gave her a small, hopeful smile. "Rose, I want this with you. Don't you see? You're it for us – for both Veela and me. You always have been, no matter what else got in the way." He brushed a gentle finger down her cheek. "Yeah, I'm scared. This is a big step, and Malfoys don't have the best track record with father-son relationships. But, I'm positive that having a child with you isn't something I'll ever want to take back." He kissed the tip of her nose. "I... we love you, and we're committed to you, to whatever end."
Rose flung her arms around Scorpius, overcome with emotion. "I love you. Both of you."
Scorpius' hold tightened and his breath hitched.
Heart pounding furiously in her breast, Rose nodded, absolutely sure of this one, ironic, beautiful and bizarre thing in her life. "You and Veela, I love you both."
He turned his head and kissed her, fiercely, joyously...
...and in that moment, she felt his Veela magic taking hold of her again, pulling her out of the safety of her deepest dreams and drawing her towards the light of consciousness. Drawing her towards him, her mate.
Abruptly, Rose woke up.
X~~~~~X
Somewhere nearby, there was a scuffle happening. Rose's father shouted as he cast a hex, and a beat later, a woman screamed. The voice was familiar.
"Eleri?"
Her best friend screamed again.
Rose came to full wakefulness with fear clogging her mouth and the mad impulse to leap up and run to Eleri's side. When she attempted to sit up, however, Scorpius was suddenly blocking her vision of the room, distracting her. He rolled her onto her back and came over her, his full weight pressing her into the mattress.
"Don't listen to anything outside, and don't look. Just focus on me, baby. Focus on us."
Another shout came from the hallway outside the room – this one her mother's, and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the pounding of a body slamming against the wall followed. Someone—had that been Albus?—snarled a nasty profanity.
"They're in trouble," she muttered, trying again to sit up.
With firmer pressure, Scorpius kept her in place. "They're buying us time," he told her.
Just beyond his shoulder, his heavy Veela wings expanded. Their wide canopy hid her sight from the action happening just outside the room, beyond the door. "Scor, what's happening? Why are your wings so– Oh, God, they're... they're blackening!" she gasped, watching the feathers curling along the edges, darkening as if they were burning. The miasma was slowly spreading like a disease, destroying his beautiful wings.
"Rose, pay attention," her mate demanded, his voice that amalgamation of both Scorpius and the Veela. "Look only at us, feel only us. Nothing else matters."
Up on his elbows, looking down at her, he braced his weight and toed off his shoes, letting them hit the floor beside the bed. Then, he pushed with those powerful shoulders and arms and forced his body up into a kneeling position between her spread legs. Bare-chested, his powerful form loomed over her as he reached for the snap and zipper on his trousers. A few quick moves and he tugged them down. His cock sprung free, fully-erect, straining and eager, and a shiver of anticipation and sexual hunger passed through her. He yanked his trousers down below his knees, but left them in place, rather than completely shucking them. Instead, he reached for her, pulling the hem of her hospital johnnie up, revealing her naked form beneath.
Her breathing accelerated as he came back down upon her, his body's incredible width forcing her to spread her thighs further to accommodate him. Blood dripped from his bottom lip as he devoured her mouth. His sharp Veela incisors nipped at her bottom lip, opening her up. Their blood mingled.
Rose's eyes rolled back into her head as Scorpius' First Mark told hold of her once again. Her body began to sweat, her nipples went hard, and her clit began to throb within seconds of his claim. She gasped at the intense waves of pleasure that rolled over her, even as she lapped as his lip and pulled him closer with her greedy hands to where she wanted him to be.
"Please," she whimpered when she was finally able to come up for air. "Please!"
Her core burned hot, and the trickle of her juices ran between her plump lower lips, signalling her readiness to mate.
Scorpius and his Veela released their mating pheromone, scenting the air with the rich, ripe fragrance of berry and the enticing seductiveness of chocolate. The scent translated into flavour, which flooded her mouth.
"Yes," she groaned, and sucked his tongue into her mouth. "More."
His taste drove her wild, made her want. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his hot, taut length against her soaked core.
"We have to complete the formalities of the mating ritual," her mate whispered in her ear. "You have to say you're mine, of your own free will. It's your marriage vow to me, and part of the spell that binds us."
Rose heard the words, and a part of her in the far back of her consciousness was aware of their import, but her arousal was all-consuming at the moment, making her insensate. All she could think about was getting Scorpius to drive into her until she was screaming in orgasm. She tried to wiggle so the crown of him was pressed right against her hole, but he gripped her hips and held her still.
"Scor..." she whined, desperate to have him shag her into the mattress.
"Rose, listen to me," he demanded, his tone hard, "if we don't do this right, it won't count. The magic will know, just like the third part of my initial Veela transition. We can't afford to fuck this up or you'll end up Corwin's mate instead. Do you understand me? You have to say the words."
Anything. She'd say anything he wanted if he would just get in her already!
"I want you," she murmured, attempting to coax him into kissing her again. He held his mouth back, though, waiting for her to agree to his terms. With an aggravated sigh, she gave him what he wanted: her unconditional surrender. "I choose to belong to you, Scorpius Malfoy—you and Veela. I'm yours, always. Now, please, please stop teasing me!"
He let out a relieved sigh. "Finally!"
Mumbling something about her stubbornness, he pressed his mouth against the pulse in her throat, nuzzling against the unmarked side of her body.
"No more teasing and no more games, Rose. You've chosen me, and I've chosen you. It's time, now, to make you mine in every way."
"Yes," she hissed, as he struck, burying his Veela fangs deep into her body and giving her the Second Mark.
Rose's whole body jolted at the first pump of his venom, and the room quite suddenly stopped spinning. The pain she'd been experiencing, that sharp pain of being torn in two, faded as the red thread that had connected her and Corwin severed, and her aura aligned to her proper mate's.
From outside the boundary of the room, she heard a feline-raptorish scream of pain and fury and the fighting intensified. Magic spells were being feverishly cast by a chorus of voices, and the walls shook from their impact.
At that same moment, Scorpius and his Veela did the one thing that had terrified her from the moment she'd first learned about the Veela mating: he dropped every shield he'd ever held in place between them, casting his mating magic against her. Rose felt the crushing weight of his beast's will overtake hers. It utterly enthralled her, stripping away all of her ability to reason and pitching aside her pride. Her arousal was instantly turned against her, transforming her into a panting animal in heat, even more desperate to be fucked by him.
Like a slave to Amortentia's power, she eagerly submitted to Scorpius and her Veela's every desire. He could do anything he wanted to her right then—even torture and kill her—and she knew she would happily let him. She was completely his, and his Veela magic owned her as assuredly as any Imperius Curse could.
"Focus on us, on our mating of you," his voice whispered in her mind as he tightened his jaw and kept a strong clamp on her throat. "Feel the pleasure. Take it from us."
She whined, long and loud, pumping her hips against his, trying to manoeuvre him into position again so he could take her and finally complete her. She grabbed onto his soft hair and tugged, frantic in her need to be his in this way. There was no ability to speak, no room for thought. There was only an out of control desire to fuck and fuck until her body expired, to feel her Veela's bite, and his cock, and his seed pouring into her.
Her mate gave her what she wanted, gripping her and lifting her bum off the mattress at just the right angle. His first thrust was deep. She cried out as he buried every inch of his long, thick shaft into her, and again as he began a merciless in-and-out rhythm, his pace as feral as his claim upon her. His mouth remained locked on her throat, pumping his icy Veela venom into her veins, assuring her body and aura was absolutely and only attuned to him.
All Rose could do was hold on and feel. Her mate's pounding of her both hurt and simultaneously was the greatest ecstasy she'd ever known. She felt his shifting body in and around her, and marvelled at the power of him. Every muscle in his body was occupied with the task of mating her, from his clenched thighs to his corded arms to his hammering heart, it was all for her. A loud, rumbling purr—the mark of his supreme satisfaction and triumph—vibrated from his chest through her centre, too, while the flapping beat of his heavy Veela wings was perfectly timed to that of his pistoning hips. Their wild fucking rocked the whole bed, causing the metal frame to screech in protest.
Scorpius never slowed down, but he did pull his mouth from her throat, finally, to murmur in her ear, "We love you, mate. Only you. Forever."
A sob tore past Rose's throat and tears waved before her vision. "I love you, I love you," she chanted over and over, holding to him as a lifeline as her body was swept away by currents of unending pleasure.
He turned his head and captured her mouth again as the action at their waists sped up. Rose gasped against his lips, her heart slamming against her ribs so hard she could hear the pulse roaring in her ears. Her body strained, on the verge of a shattering deliverance.
"That's it, Rose, let go. Come for us," her mate encouraged, his eyes locked on her face as her whimpers became desperate, incoherent pleas as she tipped closer... closer...
The pressure burst. Her core tightened, peaked, and with an ardent cry, she was tumbling over the edge of climax and spilling into a pool of the purest bliss she'd ever felt. Her whole body rippled and sighed with the intense pleasure as she tossed her head back on the pillow and dug her nails into her lover's shoulders, letting the sensations flow over her.
At that same moment, Scorpius jumped over the cliff with her, releasing his seed deep within her in powerful, hot spurts. As he gave her the Third Mark, he clung to her, his bigger body shuddering over hers, his face pressed into the lee of her shoulder, lusty moans escaping his lips.
Upon his final, convulsing ejaculation, his Veela wings gave a last downward flap that was strong enough to cause the bed to hop half an inch off the floor before slamming back down into place.
In the silence that followed the culmination of their physical mating came their spiritual one: Rose's soul stretched out, reaching for Scorpius and her Veela... and it encountered both of their souls advancing, grasping for her. They came together, encircling her, careful not to smother but to protect with love. In their joining, the three of them—Man, Woman, and Veela—began living as one, together despite the separation of their flesh.
Magic pulsed throughout the room, Scorpius' body jolted, and there came a flash of light so bright, it nearly burned Rose's eyes from their sockets, despite her lids being tightly shut against it.
When it faded, she felt something different, something alarming... Scorpius was no longer on top of her, that much she could tell, even without looking. Instead, the bed's blankets were almost smothering against her overheated body. She was too weak to push them down, however.
Merlin, everything hurt!
"Oh, my God," her mother's awe-filled voice interrupted the queer hush. She sounded almost... stupefied.
What had happened?
Please don't say someone died, she quickly prayed.
It took a supreme effort of will for Rose to pry open her heavy eyelids. They fluttered for a bit and blurry shapes crowded around the bed. As her sight adjusted, those forms coalesced, slowly becoming recognisable. Her mother, her father, Scorpius' father and grandfather, Eleri, Albus, Susan, her grandfather, Arthur, and the dark outlines of others still too fuzzy to perceive standing behind them.
They were all staring at her with shock and horror on their bloodied, battered faces.
No, they weren't looking at her, she realised as she watched their gazes playing a game of eyeball tennis back and forth to either side of her.
She suddenly became aware of two bodies huddled next to her in the small hospital bed, their weight and heat oppressive.
Two bodies.
With effort, she turned her head to the right. Scorpius was draped over her covered breast, very much naked and unconscious. Sweat dotted the edges of his short hairline, over his brow, and above his lip. His cheeks were red with exertion, as was his chest. His breathing was regular though, thankfully. Clearly, their mating had knocked him out.
She turned her head to the left... and was shocked by the sight of greyish wings with black tips lying inert over her body, covering her vital parts, shielding them from the sight of others. Her eyes followed the strong line of them up where they met a very well-defined, masculine shoulder. The connecting skin bore an inhuman, pearlized sheen to it, she noticed. Long, platinum hair, stuck with sweat to a brow that was an identical copy of the man's on her right. When he stirred and opened his mouth to yawn, there was a pair of sharp Veela fangs in his mouth.
"Oh, my God," she gasped and began to hyperventilate.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's Notes:
Ta da! Bet you didn't see that coming, yeah? I've been dying to spring this one on you since chapter 3, when the idea occurred to me and I rewrote the entire outline to fit.
What did you think? Please leave a review! I'd love to know where you think the story is going from here and how you feel about the split.
ASIDE NOTE: The chapter date is correct - it's 2031 in this fic. Rose and Scorpius were born in HP canon between 1 September, 2005 - 31 August, 2006 (as they were 11 in 2017 during the Epilogue). By age 25 (which they both are in this fic), it would be 2031. Just FYI.