Nothing belongs to me.
XLVII: Sight
Scorpius laughed at the thought of his sister's intent. This dare wasn't that bad, not bad at all. He proceeded to have a good look around Father's office.
It was strange. Nothing was locked away or hidden out of sight. It was just a normal office. Then why had Father forbidden anyone to enter it?
A sudden movement distracted Scorpius from his musings: the black cabinet he was standing in front of had sprung open.
From its depths, Scorpius could see the light of something shimmering inside a stone basin propped there. A closer look did improve his knowledge of this thing. The basin had strange runes carved into its edge, and strange silvery white stuff flitted within. Scorpius didn't know whether it was liquid or solid. To him, it seemed like both.
Before he could stop himself, Scorpius had reached into the mist like an idiot.
He was dragged forward, headfirst into the basin, and into another room.
"Sorry, I'm sor –!" He gasped, goggling at the man whose memory he'd just fallen into – Father.
But Father was younger. Yes, there were no lines on his face, and his hair was all there.
Father did not look at him, or make any indication that he had seen the boy that seemed to fall out of nowhere.
Scorpius thrust a hand into father's face, but Draco Malfoy continued on his way, unperturbed by his son's attempts to get his attention.
They were walking along a clean and brightly lit corridor. St. Mungo's, Scorpius noted, seeing the names of several healers stamped upon the door Father had just opened.
They were in a ward as clean and as bright as the corridor outside. It was completely empty except for the woman lying on a bed near the door and now, Father. Oh, and Scorpius.
At first, he had assumed the woman was Mother, but was mistaken as he watched her wave her dark red hair out of her face.
"Ginny!" Draco breathed, rushing to the foot of her bed.
This Ginny did not answer, but stared into the bundle of blankets cradled in her arms.
"Your son," she whispered, lifting the bundle of blankets upward, into Father's open arms, "Scorpius."
Her brown eyes, his brown eyes, were full of tears.
Scorpius toppled backwards with a shuddering gasp. He was pleased and a little dismayed to find himself back in Father's office.