1 hour – prompts used: 'dust' 'croak' 'banshee' 'familiar' 'pirate' "I just need some time to think"
A lot of the rooms in the manor had been ignored and neglected for many years, some hadn't been touched long before Draco was even before, and as a result, there was plenty of dust. So it was pure luck that Scorpius found his father's old journals. Grabbing one, and blowing the slight covering of dust and dirt off of it, he opened it to reveal the familiar writing.
"Oooh, what have you got there?" Lily Potter asked, settling down into the window seat behind him. Taking a glance at the cover, she smirked a Slytherin smirk and snatched it from him. "Maybe it has stories of how he and your mum were like at school since they never want to share." Scorpius nodded an agreement and settled back to listen to her read.
"Dear journal,
We had Transfiguration today and I got a huge headache. The filthy mudblood Granger was screaming like a banshee and it was so loud that I couldn't even hear the toad in front of me croak. Why have I been cursed to share Hogwarts with her for the next four years? I'd rather receive the cruciatus curse than listen to her one more second."
Lily stopped her reading and frowned. "Well, I thought they'd get along a little bit better than that if I'm honest." Scorpius chuckled and picked another book of the stack. This time it was Hermione's. "You read an entry."
"Dear journal,
I just need time to think. He's everywhere I go and always on my mind. Whether we be patrolling or planning prefect schedules or just generally arguing all the time – he's there. He's haunting my dreams and all I want to do is think!
I should hate him, and I tell him that I do, but I don't. Far from it. He treated me like dirt for six years and then during the war, I got tortured in Malfoy Manor by his Aunt in front of him and yet I care for him. Maybe, I love him."
"Oh Merlin." Lily breathed. She couldn't imagine life during the war; she'd been told about it and had unwillingly had to listen to all the tales and experiences but never from Hermione. She'd always kept quiet and Lily had always assumed that was because nothing had ever happened to her. Now she knew why. "Here, I'll read another." She flicked to the last entry and smiled when she noticed it was lighter than the last.
"Dear journal,
I feel a little bit old to write to you but I needed to share this. I feel like a pirate. Hermione always tells me stories of how they travel the seas and collect treasure and gorgeous items. Well, here I am, at home with my beautiful wife who I treasure whole heartedly. I'm the pirate and she's my treasure.
I love her."