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Hermione's eyes widened as a thought struck her, her brow furrowing with concern. "Professor Dumbledore, did anyone else hear their screams?" she asked, her voice laced with urgency.
McGonagall nodded gravely, her expression somber. "Yes, Hermione. It's likely the entire school heard them. The sound carried far and wide."
"That means everyone must think Harry is dead," Hermione said, her face pale, her eyes filled with worry.
Dumbledore's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes clouding over. He glanced at his watch; the time read 8:15. "Time to rectify this situation," he murmured, his voice low.
With a flick of his wand, he summoned a few house elves: Binny, Meggi, and Timmy. "Come here, please," Dumbledore said, his voice gentle.
The elves appeared instantly, their eyes shining with curiosity. They waved at Harry, who returned the gesture with a weary smile.
"Please inform the kitchen staff that the situation is under control," Dumbledore instructed the elves, his voice clear.
"Tell them the Halloween feast will resume shortly."
The elves nodded, their ears wiggling with understanding, and disappeared.
Next, Dumbledore raised his wand, his eyes twinkling. "Sonorus!" he called out, the charm amplifying his voice.
"Attention, students and faculty," Dumbledore announced, his voice booming through the castle.
"The trolls have been safely removed from the premises."
"The Halloween feast will resume in 15 minutes."
"Everyone is safe and accounted for."
The charm dissipated, and Dumbledore's voice returned to normal, warm and soothing.
"Well, I think it's time for some medical attention," he said, his eyes scanning the four friends, taking in their battered appearances.
"Madam Pomfrey will tend to your injuries."
"Hermione, you have cuts near your shoulder from the wooden splinters."
"Neville, your arm needs attention; that sink left a nasty gash."
"Ron, you have minor cuts on your arms, but you're largely unharmed."
"Harry, you have a cut near your neck, a bruise on your forehead, and a nosebleed from your fall."
"And, I see, the troll's grip left a minor sprain on your leg."
"Off you go, then," Dumbledore said, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Madam Pomfrey awaits."
Ron nodded, relief washing over his face. "Thanks, Professor."
Harry smiled, his eyes tired. "We make a good team."
Hermione smiled back, her eyes shining. "Indeed we do."
As they left, McGonagall's eyes met Dumbledore's, a look of pride and admiration passing between them.
"A remarkable evening, indeed," McGonagall said, her voice filled with emotion.
Dumbledore nodded, his eyes twinkling. "Indeed, Minerva. These four have shown exceptional bravery and teamwork."
Snape, observing from the sidelines, nodded in agreement, his expression softening.
"Potter's...instincts may prove valuable in the future," Snape said.
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. "Indeed, Severus. The future holds much promise for these young witches and wizards."
Hearing Dumbledore's announcement, the tension dissipated from the castle. At the Astronomy Tower, Madam Hooch and Professor Sinistra exchanged relieved glances.
"We can all breathe again," Madam Hooch said, smiling.
"Indeed," Professor Sinistra agreed. "Let's return to the Great Hall."
The Hufflepuffs, who had gathered at the tower, nodded in agreement and began their descent.
As they made their way back, their faces reflected their relief.
"We were so worried about Harry," one Hufflepuff student said.
"I know, me too," another replied.
Meanwhile, at Ravenclaw Tower, the students breathed a collective sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness," one Ravenclaw said.
"I was terrified," another admitted.
Professor Flitwick, who had joined his students, smiled.
"Let's get back to the feast, shall we?" he suggested.
The Ravenclaws nodded and followed Flitwick to the Great Hall.
In the Library, Madam Pince and Professor Vector sighed in relief.
"I'm glad that's over," Madam Pince said.
"Indeed," Professor Vector agreed.
The Slytherin students, including Crabbe and Draco, looked at each other, their expressions softening.
For a moment, Crabbe forgot his allegiance to Draco and felt genuine relief.
"Harry Potter's flying skills are impressive," Crabbe said to Draco.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, he's...surprisingly capable," Draco admitted.
The Slytherins, including Crabbe and Draco, made their way back to the Great Hall.
Throughout the castle, students and professors alike felt a sense of relief wash over them.
The Halloween feast would resume, and Harry Potter was safe.
The Gryffindor common room had been a scene of despair, but suddenly, it erupted into joy. The students, who had been mourning Harry's presumed death, now celebrated his survival.
The room was filled with sighs of relief and happy tears. Parvati exclaimed, "Oh, thank goodness! He's alive!"
Lavender nodded vigorously, tears of joy streaming down her face. "I was so scared! I thought we'd lost him forever."
Sally Anne Perks hugged her friends tightly. "We thought he was gone! I couldn't bear the thought."
Dean Thomas grinned, his eyes shining. "Harry's indestructible! He always comes out on top."
Seamus added, "And he's got a knack for dramatic entrances!"
Percy, who had been frantic with worry, finally calmed down, his expression softening.
"Thank Merlin," he murmured, his voice filled with relief.
Fred and George hugged each other, laughing.
"We thought our mate was gone for good!" Fred exclaimed.
"But he's not!" George added, chuckling.
Harry's pets seemed to sense the relief too. Hedwig fluttered her wings, squawking happily. Kluer, the cat, purred contentedly, while the little sparrow chirped, flitting around its cage.
The prefects quickly opened the Fat Lady's portrait, revealing the entrance to the common room.
"Let's get back to the feast!" one prefect called out.
The Gryffindors poured out of the common room, eager to rejoin the celebration.
As they made their way back to the Great Hall, their laughter and chatter filled the corridors.
"We have to celebrate!" Lavender said.
"Harry deserves it!" Parvati agreed.
"I'll get the butterbeers!" Fred shouted.
"And I'll grab the pumpkin juice!" George added.
"Tonight will be unforgettable!" Seamus exclaimed.
"Definitely one for the books!" Fred and George chimed in unison.
The Gryffindors' pride and joy were palpable, their sense of community and loyalty stronger than ever.
The news of Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville's bravery spread like wildfire through the castle, igniting cheers and applause from students of all four houses. The Great Hall was electric, filled with the buzz of excitement.
"That was incredible!" a Gryffindor student exclaimed, her eyes shining. "Four first-years taking down a troll! Unheard of!"
A Ravenclaw student nodded in agreement. "I heard they worked together seamlessly. It's amazing."
The teachers, amused by the enthusiasm, exchanged knowing glances. Professor McGonagall's eyes sparkled with pride.
"Looks like we have a new generation of heroes," she said with a smile.
Dumbledore nodded, his eyes twinkling. "Indeed, Minerva. Their bravery and teamwork are truly commendable. I daresay, this is just the beginning."
Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher, chuckled. "I remember when I was a student here. We never had such excitement."
Meanwhile, in the Infirmary, Madam Pomfrey tended to the wounds of the four heroes with gentle efficiency.
"Let's take a look at you, Harry," Madam Pomfrey said gently, cleaning his cuts with a soft cloth.
Harry winced slightly, but smiled. "It's not too bad, Madam Pomfrey."
"Nonsense, boy," she replied, her voice firm but kind. "You're lucky to be alive. That troll could have killed you."
Hermione sat nearby, wincing as Madam Pomfrey treated her shoulder.
"I was so scared," Hermione admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ron, sitting across from her, grinned reassuringly.
"We made a great team, didn't we?" he said.
Neville, lying in the bed next to Ron, nodded enthusiastically.
"We couldn't have done it without each other," he said.
Madam Pomfrey smiled, her eyes warm.
"You four have shown remarkable courage and loyalty. You should be proud."
As Madam Pomfrey continued her ministrations, the celebration in the Great Hall continued unabated.
Students laughed and chattered, reliving the excitement of the evening.
The teachers watched with pride, knowing that these young witches and wizards would shape the wizarding world's future.
"This is a night to remember," Professor Flitwick said, beaming.
"Indeed," Dumbledore agreed. "A night that will go down in Hogwarts history."
The four friends, though battered and bruised, smiled, knowing their bond and bravery had saved the day.
"We make a pretty good team," Harry said, looking at his friends.
"The best team," Hermione replied, smiling.
Ron chuckled. "We should start a troll-fighting club."
Neville grinned. "Count me in."
Their laughter filled the Infirmary, a testament to the unbreakable bonds forged that night.
As the four friends returned to the Great Hall, they were met with a tidal wave of enthusiasm. Fred, George, and Percy were the first to reach them, enveloping them in fierce hugs.
"We were so worried about you!" Fred exclaimed.
"We thought we'd lost you, mate!" George added.
Percy's usual stern expression softened. "Thank goodness you're safe."
Their friends quickly followed, swarming around them with hugs and congratulations.
Dean Thomas clapped Harry on the back. "Well done, mate!
Seamus Finnigan grinned. "You four are legends!
Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown hugged Hermione tightly. "We're so proud of you!"
Sally Anne Perks, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Lily Moon, Michael Corner, Lisa Turpin, Tracey Davis, Daphne Greengrass, and even Crabbe (who had developed a begrudging respect for Harry) joined in the celebration.
As the crowd surrounded them, Harry's pets broke free from their restraints. Hedwig, his owl, fluttered around his head, squawking joyfully.
Kluer, his cat, purred loudly, rubbing against Harry's legs.
The little sparrow chirped happily, perching on Harry's shoulder.
"Looks like someone's happy to see you!" Ron laughed.
Harry smiled, scratching Hedwig's ears. "They were worried about me."
Hermione smiled, watching the reunion. "They love you, Harry."
Neville nodded. "You're a true hero, Harry.
The celebration continued, with the Gryffindor students basking in the glory of their friends' bravery.
"We're going to have to throw a party!" Fred exclaimed.
"Best idea ever!" George agreed.
As the night wore on, the Great Hall echoed with laughter and cheers, the four friends at the center of it all, basking in the warmth of their friendship and the adoration of their peers.
"You four are the best!" Seamus shouted.
"Unbeatable team!" Parvati added.
Their legend had begun, and Hogwarts would never be the same.
The Halloween feast lasted until 10 pm, filling the Great Hall with laughter and celebration. Reluctantly, the students bid each other goodnight and made their way to their dormitories.
In the boys' dormitory, exhaustion took its toll, and everyone fell asleep immediately. However, Harry lay awake, his mind replaying the events of the day.
He sat up, taking out a quill and parchment, and began writing a letter to Ginny.
"Dear Ginny," he wrote.
Harry poured his heart onto the page, recounting every detail of the day. From Hermione's disappearance to their search, Quirrell's warning about the troll, and their bravery in defeating it.
"...Ron knocked the troll out, and I made sure it was removed from the castle," he wrote.
"The feast afterwards was amazing. Everyone celebrated our victory."
As he finished writing, Harry's eyes sparkled with affection. For the first time, he signed off with a romantic flourish.
"I love You, Ginny. Yours Always, Troll Whisper Boyfriend, Harry."
With a smile, Harry folded the letter and handed it to Hedwig, who softly hooted, accepting the task of delivering the message.
Next, Harry removed four small stick figures from his bedside table: Moony, Padfoot, Mum, and Dad. These symbolic tokens represented his closest friends and family.
"Guys, you won't believe what happened today," Harry said, launching into the story of his adventures.
"I visited Godric's Hollow, confessed my love to Ginny, and we defeated a troll together."
The stick figures seemed to listen intently as Harry shared every detail, his voice filled with emotion.
As he finished, Harry felt a sense of contentment wash over him.
With a happy sigh, he lay back, his eyes drifting shut, surrounded by the silent companionship of his stick figures and the knowledge that Ginny would soon read his heartfelt words.
Ginny lay in bed, wide awake, her mind racing with the events of the evening. Harry's confession had left her reeling - his words, "I want to grow old with you, Ginny. I want five kids," still echoed in her thoughts, filling her heart with joy and excitement.
As she stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, a soft fluttering sound broke the silence. Hedwig, Harry's owl, swooped into the room, settling on Ginny's bedside table.
"Greetings, Hedwig!" Ginny exclaimed, surprised. "I wasn't expecting you tonight. You must be exhausted after flying all day."
Hedwig hooted softly, her wise eyes shining in the dim light.
Ginny noticed the letter tied to Hedwig's leg and her heart skipped a beat.
"From Harry?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hedwig nudged Ginny's hand with her head, as if affirming her guess.
Ginny carefully untied the letter and began to read, her eyes scanning the pages.
"Dear Ginny," Harry's words danced across the page.
"I love You, Ginny. Yours Always, Troll Whisper Boyfriend, Harry."
Ginny's cheeks flushed as she read on, devouring every word.
"...when I returned, Hermione was nowhere to be found...our search...Quirrell's warning...the troll...Ron's bravery..."
She read about Harry's bravery, Ron's quick thinking, and Neville's steadfastness.
Tears of joy pricked at the corners of her eyes.
"Five children, growing old together...it's all I ever wanted," Ginny whispered.
As she finished reading, Ginny felt an overwhelming urge to respond.
"I have to reply now," she said to Hedwig, determination in her voice.
Ginny quickly grabbed her quill and parchment, the moonlight casting a silver glow on her writing desk.
"Dear Harry," she began, her handwriting flowing effortlessly.
"I love you too...more than words can say...five children, growing old together...my dreams have come true."
With each stroke of her quill, Ginny's heart swelled with emotion.
"I was so scared when I couldn't find you...but you're always there, saving the day...my hero."
She wrote of her love, her admiration for Harry's bravery, and her longing to be with him.
As she sealed the letter, Ginny's eyes shone with happiness.
"Hedwig, please take this to Harry," Ginny said, her voice filled with emotion.
Hedwig hooted softly, accepting the task.
With a flutter of her wings, Hedwig vanished into the night, carrying Ginny's heartfelt response to Harry.
Ginny smiled, knowing her words would soon reach Harry's hands.
As she drifted off to sleep, Ginny's heart remained filled with joy, her thoughts consumed by the promise of a future with Harry.
Next morning, Harry woke up at 7:30, later than his usual rise-and-shine routine. The sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air, and the silence of the dormitory was a stark contrast to the usual chatter of his classmates.
As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his eyes landed on Hedwig, perched on his windowsill, her feathers rustling softly in the morning breeze.
"Hedwig! You're back!" Harry exclaimed.
Hedwig hooted softly, her eyes shining with a knowing glint.
Tied to her leg was a letter, and Harry's heart skipped a beat as he recognized Ginny's handwriting.
"Ginny's response!" Harry's excitement grew.
He carefully untied the letter and began to read.
"Dear Harry," Ginny's words danced across the page.
"I love you too...more than words can say...five children, growing old together...my dreams have come true."
Harry's face broke into a wide smile.
"'My hero'?" he whispered, his chest swelling with pride.
He read on, devouring every word.
"...I was so scared when I couldn't find you...but you're always there, saving the day..."
Tears of joy pricked at the corners of Harry's eyes.
"Ginny," he whispered, his voice filled with longing.
As he finished reading, Harry felt an overwhelming urge to see Ginny.
"I want to hold her, kiss her," he thought.
But then he remembered Ginny was at the Burrow, and they wouldn't meet till school ended in June.
"She's still got a year before Hogwarts," Harry sighed.
To make matters worse, Ginny would spend Christmas in Romania with her family.
"I won't see her till June," Harry thought.
But then he remembered Easter holidays.
"Maybe we can meet at Easter," Harry's face lit up.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Harry tucked Ginny's letter into his pocket.
"I'll carry you with me always, Ginny," he whispered.
He dressed quickly and headed towards the secret garden, a hidden oasis within Hogwarts.
"I'll help the house-elves today," Harry thought, determined to keep busy.
As he walked, the castle's corridors seemed quieter than usual.
"Good morning, sir," a soft voice greeted.
Harry turned to see Wobby, his eyes shining with warmth.
"Good morning, Wobby!" Harry replied.
"We've got a lot of work today, sir," Wobby said.
"Let's get started," Harry said.
Together, Harry and the house-elves tended to the garden, their laughter and chatter filling the air.
For a few hours, Harry forgot about the distance between him and Ginny.
"I'll see her soon," he thought.
The thought of Easter and Ginny's smile kept Harry's heart filled with joy.
At the Slytherin common room, Draco sat by the fire, his usual composure ruffled by an unexpected turmoil brewing inside him. He couldn't shake off the image of Hermione's frightened face as she narrowly escaped the troll's deadly grasp yesterday.
"What's wrong with me?" Draco thought, his brow furrowed in frustration.
He was developing feelings for Hermione, the very same Muggle-born witch he had always despised. The realization made his stomach churn with discomfort.
"I must be mad," Draco muttered to himself.
But it wasn't just his feelings that troubled him. The guilt of his own actions weighed heavily on his conscience. His taunts had provoked the troll's attack, putting Hermione, Potter, Longbottom, and Weasley in harm's way.
"I never meant for it to go that far," Draco thought, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape from his own thoughts.
His pureblood prejudices and family lineage demanded he maintain his superiority, yet his conscience urged him to apologize to Hermione.
"But how can I?" Draco wondered. "Father would never understand."
He couldn't imagine confessing his feelings or his remorse to his parents. Lucius Malfoy would disown him, and Narcissa would be appalled.
"Who can I talk to?" Draco asked himself, feeling trapped.
Dobby, the eccentric house-elf, was out of the question. Draco's pride wouldn't allow him to confide in someone he considered beneath him.
"Perhaps...Professor Snape?" Draco hesitated.
But the thought of Snape's sneering disdain made Draco cringe.
"I'm alone in this," Draco realized, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his secret.
As the fire crackled, Draco's turmoil deepened, his mind racing with conflicting emotions.
"What's happening to me?" Draco whispered, his voice lost in the shadows of the Slytherin common room.
The darkness seemed to close in around him, offering no escape from his own conflicted heart.
But then, a realization hit Draco like a ton of bricks. There was one person he could confide in, one person who might understand his turmoil. His younger brother, Scorpius Malfoy.
Draco's thoughts drifted to Scorpius, who would start at Hogwarts next year. Their relationship was complicated, to say the least. Scorpius had always questioned their family's pureblood beliefs, refusing to blindly follow in their parents' footsteps.
"Scorpius, the rebellious one," Draco thought, a mix of frustration and admiration swirling within him.
Scorpius's independence had created a rift between them, and Draco had never supported his brother's dissenting views. As a result, the brothers had grown distant, their conversations strained.
"I haven't had a civil conversation with Scorpius since we were six," Draco groaned, the weight of their fractured relationship sinking in.
The thought of turning to Scorpius now, of all people, was galling. Yet, Draco knew Scorpius might be the only one who could grasp his conflicted emotions.
"It pains me to admit it, but Scorpius is my only hope," Draco thought, resentment simmering beneath the surface.
With a heavy sigh, Draco rose from his chair and strode to his desk, his mind racing with unspoken words.
"I need to talk to him," Draco resolved.
He sat down, quill in hand, and hesitated for a moment, unsure where to begin.
"This is madness," Draco muttered to himself.
But he knew he had to take the risk.
Draco dipped his quill into the inkwell, poised to begin writing.
The silence was palpable as Draco's hand hovered over the parchment, his thoughts tangled in a web of uncertainty.
Draco's quill scratched across the parchment, releasing a torrent of emotions he had long suppressed. The sound of the quill gliding across the paper filled the silence of his chambers.
"Dear Scorpius," Draco wrote, his handwriting uneven, reflecting the turmoil within.
He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. The memories of his family's expectations, his own biases, and the unexpected turn of events flooded his mind.
"I'm not sure where to start," Draco confessed. "I've always believed in our family's values, in the importance of blood purity and our lineage. But lately, I've begun to question everything."
His hand hesitated, the words flowing hesitantly at first, as if unsure how to articulate the chaos within.
"I've developed feelings for someone...someone I shouldn't," Draco admitted, the words burning his pride. "Hermione Granger. You know, the Muggle-born witch from Gryffindor."
The quill trembled slightly as he wrote her name, the reality of his emotions sinking in.
"I've always despised her, or so I thought," Draco continued. "But the truth is, I've come to admire her strength, her intelligence...her compassion."
He wrote of the troll attack, his guilt and anger simmering beneath the surface.
"I never meant for it to go that far," Draco wrote, the weight of his actions crushing him. "I never meant for her to get hurt. But it did, and now...now I'm consumed by thoughts of her."
The words spilled onto the page, a mixture of frustration, shame, and longing.
"I know you've never agreed with our family's views, Scorpius," Draco acknowledged. "I know you've always seen the world differently. And that's why I'm writing to you. I need someone to talk to, someone who might understand."
Draco's quill moved swiftly now, the emotions pouring out of him like a dam breaking.
"I'm torn, Scorpius," he confessed. "Torn between what I've been taught and what I feel. I don't know what to do. Part of me wants to reject these feelings, to maintain our family's honor. But another part...another part wants to follow my heart."
The letter poured out of Draco, a cathartic release of emotions he had long kept hidden.
"Help me, Scorpius," Draco pleaded. "Help me make sense of this chaos inside me. I know I've never been the best brother to you, but...but I need you now."
The letter ended abruptly, Draco's emotions spent. He sealed the letter with a hesitant flourish, his heart heavy with anticipation.
"What will Scorpius say?" Draco wondered, his mind racing with possibilities.
Would his brother reject him, or would he find the understanding he so desperately sought? Only time would tell.
But then, Draco's conscience beckoned him once more. He couldn't shake off the feeling that his letter needed something more, something that would show Scorpius the depth of his remorse.
Draco carefully broke the seal, his fingers trembling slightly as he unfolded the parchment.
He scanned the pages, his eyes lingering on the words that had poured out of him earlier.
With a determined stroke, Draco added two words at the end of the letter:
"I am sorry."
The simplicity of those words belied the complexity of emotions behind them.
Draco sealed the letter again, the wax embossed with the Malfoy family crest.
He rose from his chair, letter in hand, and approached the window where Taurus, his black owl, perched.
"Take this to Scorpius," Draco instructed, his voice low and urgent.
Taurus hooted softly, her piercing gaze seeming to understand the weight of the task.
"Make sure he gets it," Draco emphasized.
With a soft flutter of wings, Taurus took to the skies, the letter clutched in her talons.
Draco watched as the owl vanished into the night, his heart heavy with anticipation.
"What will Scorpius say?" Draco wondered.
Would his brother accept his apology, or would the rift between them grow wider?
Only time would tell.
As Draco turned back to his chambers, the shadows seemed to close in around him, his thoughts consumed by the uncertain fate of his letter.
"Fly swiftly, Taurus," Draco whispered.
The darkness swallowed his words, leaving only the echoes of his doubts.
Malfoy Manor, the grand estate of the ancient pure-blood family, stood majestically amidst the rolling hills of Wiltshire. The imposing structure exuded an aura of refinement and tradition, its stone façade gleaming in the fading light of day.
As night descended, the manor's windows darkened, one by one, like extinguished candles. However, a solitary exception pierced the darkness - the room belonging to Scorpius Malfoy, Draco's younger brother.
Scorpius's quarters were a vibrant oasis within the manor's staid walls. Bright colors danced across the walls, and eclectic trinkets adorned the shelves, reflecting the young Malfoy's rebellious spirit.
In stark contrast, the rest of the manor remained shrouded in somber tones. The library, where Narcissa Malfoy sat engrossed in a leather-bound tome, was dimly lit, the only sound the soft crackle of the fireplace.
"Ah, the latest issue of 'The Pure-Blood Quarterly'," Narcissa murmured to herself, her eyes scanning the pages.
Adjacent to the library, Lucius Malfoy sat in his favorite armchair, the Daily Prophet spread open on his lap.
" 'Ministry Cracks Down on Dark Magic'...how quaint," Lucius sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
The flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls as Lucius continued reading, his expression unyielding.
Upstairs, Scorpius's room remained a beacon of color and light, a testament to his individuality amidst the manor's stifling tradition.
As Taurus, Draco's owl, winged her way towards the manor, the darkness seemed to recede, anticipating the arrival of the letter that would change everything.
Unaware of the owl's approach, Scorpius sat at his desk, lost in thought, his room a sanctuary from the expectations that threatened to suffocate him.
The silence was about to be broken, and the Malfoy family's dynamics were poised to shift forever.
Scorpius Malfoy sat at his desk, his mind consumed by the stifling pure-blood prejudices that had defined his family for generations. He had never truly believed in them, not once he understood the harmful nature of their elitist views.
"As if blood purity makes us superior," Scorpius thought, shaking his head.
But despite his reservations, Scorpius had never mustered the courage to openly defy his parents. Instead, he expressed his dissent through subtle actions, always walking a fine line between rebellion and obedience.
Lucius, his father, had often punished him for his transgressions, seeking to instill the Malfoy values.
"You will learn to respect our heritage, Scorpius," Lucius would say, his voice cold and unyielding.
Narcissa, his mother, took a more insidious approach, attempting to coax Scorpius back into the fold.
"Darling, you're a Malfoy. You must uphold our family's standards," Narcissa would whisper.
Scorpius's brother, Draco, had always maintained a distance, neither supporting nor condemning his actions.
"Draco's too entrenched in the family's views," Scorpius thought, a mixture of sadness and frustration.
The isolation had taken its toll, leaving Scorpius feeling like an outsider within his own family.
"Why can't they see the harm in their beliefs?" Scorpius wondered.
Narcissa Malfoy sat in the library, surrounded by shelves of ancient tomes and the faint scent of old parchment. She was immersed in her book, the flickering candles casting a warm glow on her face. As she read, her gaze drifted outside the window, where the darkness was punctuated by the occasional hooting of owls.
Her eyes narrowed as she spotted Taurus, Draco's owl, winging its way towards the manor. But instead of flying to the usual owl perch, Taurus veered towards Scorpius's room.
Narcissa's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Draco's owl...going to Scorpius's room?" she thought, her mind racing.
A mix of emotions swirled within her. As a staunch pure-blood believer, Narcissa had always hoped her sons would embody the family's values. However, she wasn't a Death Eater like Lucius, and deep down, she longed for her sons to live in harmony.
"I've always wanted them to be close," Narcissa thought, a hint of wistfulness creeping in.
But Draco and Scorpius had grown apart, their differences fueled by Lucius's extremist views.
"Perhaps this is a chance for them to reconnect," Narcissa hoped, her eyes still fixed on Scorpius's window.
Thankfully, Lucius was engrossed in his Daily Prophet, oblivious to the owl's unusual delivery.
"Lucius mustn't know," Narcissa thought, a hint of unease creeping in.
With a gentle sigh, Narcissa returned to her book, her eyes scanning the pages with renewed optimism.
"Maybe, just maybe, things will change," she whispered to herself.
The crackling of the fireplace and the soft rustle of pages filled the silence as Narcissa lost herself in her book, her heart holding onto the fragile hope of reconciliation between her sons.
Scorpius Malfoy's eyes widened as he gazed out the window, startled by the sudden appearance of Taurus, Draco's owl. The owl's piercing gaze seemed to hold a secret, and Scorpius's curiosity was piqued.
"Mother's in the library," Scorpius thought, his mind racing. "Taurus shouldn't be here."
But the owl remained, her talons grasping a letter.
"Is that...for me?" Scorpius wondered, his heart skipping a beat.
Scorpius's thoughts swirled in turmoil. Draco had never written to him before, and their relationship had been strained for as long as he could remember.
"Why would Draco write to me now?" Scorpius pondered.
A mix of emotions flooded Scorpius: surprise, caution, and a glimmer of hope.
"Could this be a chance for us to reconnect?" Scorpius thought.
He hesitated for a moment before cautiously approaching the window.
"Taurus?" Scorpius said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
The owl hooted softly, as if urging Scorpius to take the letter.
Scorpius's hands trembled slightly as he broke the seal and unfolded the parchment, the crackling of the paper echoing through the silence. He had always been cautious when it came to Draco's intentions, and the fear of being hurt again lingered, a lingering shadow in the recesses of his mind.
"I hope this isn't another prank," Scorpius thought, his heart guarded, fortified against potential pain.
As he began to read, Scorpius's eyes scanned the pages, searching for any hint of malice or deception, his mind primed to detect even the subtlest hint of sarcasm or manipulation. But instead, he found vulnerability, uncertainty, and a depth of emotion he had never seen in Draco before.
" 'Dear Scorpius...I'm not sure where to start,'" Scorpius read, his voice barely above a whisper.
The words on the page painted a picture of a brother struggling to come to terms with his feelings, his family's expectations, and his own sense of identity.
" 'I've developed feelings for someone...someone I shouldn't. Hermione Granger,'" Scorpius read, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
Scorpius's eyes widened as he continued reading, absorbing every word.
" 'I know you've never agreed with our family's views...That's why I'm writing to you. I need someone to talk to, someone who might understand'".
The sincerity in Draco's words touched Scorpius's heart, and he felt a deep sense of empathy.
"Draco's really struggling," Scorpius thought.
As Scorpius finished the letter, he read the final words:
" 'Help me, Scorpius. Help me make sense of this chaos inside me. I am sorry'".
Those two words – "I am sorry" – struck Scorpius with their sincerity, an apology he had never thought he'd receive.
"Draco's sorry," Scorpius whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
Tears pricked at the corners of Scorpius's eyes as he folded the letter, his heart overflowing with emotion.
" 'I am sorry'...it's a start," Scorpius thought.
Scorpius felt a glimmer of possibility – the chance to reconnect with his brother, to heal old wounds, and to forge a new path forward.
"I need to write back," Scorpius resolved.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Scorpius rose from his chair.
"I'll help you, Draco," Scorpius whispered. "We'll face this together."
As he stood, a sense of determination washed over him.
"I'll show him that I'm here for him," Scorpius thought.
The silence was filled with the weight of Scorpius's decision, as he pondered how to respond to Draco's heartfelt plea.
"Where do I even begin?" Scorpius wondered.
But one thing was certain – Scorpius would respond, and their fragile bond would take its first tentative steps towards healing.
Scorpius sat at his desk, quill in hand, staring at the blank parchment before him. The flickering candles cast a warm glow on his face, illuminating his determined expression. He had read Draco's letter countless times, absorbing every word, every emotion.
"I need to get this right," Scorpius thought, his mind racing with the weight of his response.
With a deep breath, Scorpius began to write, his quill gliding effortlessly across the parchment.
"Dear Draco," Scorpius scribbled, the ink flowing in bold, precise strokes.
"Your letter took me by surprise, but it also gave me hope," Scorpius wrote. "I've wanted to talk to you for years, to understand why we drifted apart, why our bond fractured."
Scorpius addressed Draco's plea for help, his words infused with empathy.
"I understand your feelings for Hermione, and I'm happy for you," Scorpius wrote. "You deserve to be happy, Draco, to find love and acceptance."
Scorpius tackled the elephant in the room, his words laced with a mix of sadness and understanding.
"I know our family's views have driven us apart," Scorpius wrote. "I've always known you accepted them, and it hurt me. But I also understand why – Father's influence, the pressure to conform."
Scorpius's words flowed freely now, his heart pouring onto the page.
"I know it won't be easy for you to overcome your beliefs," Scorpius wrote. "I know you're afraid of Father's reaction, of being treated like me – an outcast, a disappointment."
Scorpius's hand paused, his heart heavy with emotion.
"But I want you to know, Draco, I forgive you," Scorpius wrote. "Not completely, not yet. But I'm willing to try, to work towards healing and understanding."
Scorpius's final words were a promise, a beacon of hope.
"I can't guarantee it will be easy, but I'll stand by you," Scorpius wrote. "We'll face this together, brother, as we should have from the start."
As Scorpius finished writing, he read over his words, ensuring he had conveyed his emotions accurately.
"This is it," Scorpius thought, a sense of resolve settling within.
Scorpius sealed the letter, a sense of hope and trepidation washing over him.
"Will Draco understand?" Scorpius wondered.
With a deep breath, Scorpius addressed the envelope.
"Draco Malfoy."
Scorpius called for Taurus, Draco's owl, to deliver the letter.
"Take this to Draco," Scorpius instructed, his voice firm.
As Taurus flew off into the night, Scorpius couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
"What's next?" Scorpius thought.
Only time would tell.
"I've taken the first step," Scorpius said to himself. "Now it's Draco's turn."
The sun shone brightly through the stained glass windows of Hogwarts' Great Hall, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the murmurs and laughter of students enjoying a rare day off from classes.
Yesterday's events had left everyone shaken, but the cancellation of today's classes had brought a welcome respite.
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom made their way to the Gryffindor table for breakfast.
"I'm starving," Ron exclaimed, piling his plate high with pancakes and bacon.
"Me too," Harry agreed, grinning.
Hermione smiled, sipping her orange juice.
"I'm just glad we have a day to relax," she said.
Neville nodded, his eyes scanning the room.
"Any sign of Draco?" he asked.
"Not yet," Harry replied, glancing around the hall.
Draco's usual seat at the Slytherin table remained empty.
"I wonder what's keeping him," Ron mused.
Just then, the Great Hall doors swung open, and Draco walked in, his eyes scanning the room.
"Ah, perfect timing," Ron whispered, nudging Harry.
Draco's gaze locked onto the Gryffindor table, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Looks like someone's got a lot on his mind," Neville observed.
Hermione's eyes met Draco's, and for a fleeting moment, something unspoken passed between them.
"Let's see how today plays out," Harry said quietly.
The group returned to their breakfast, their conversation hushed, as they waited to see how Draco would react to Hermione's presence.
"Today could be interesting," Ron whispered.
Harry nodded, his eyes never leaving Draco's figure.
"We'll be ready," Harry said.
As they finished their breakfast, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville exchanged determined glances. The memory of the troll incident, orchestrated by Draco's cunning, still lingered.
"We need to discuss what to do with Draco," Harry said, his voice firm.
"After breakfast, in the common room," Ron suggested, his brow furrowed.
"Agreed," Hermione nodded, her eyes flashing with anger. "He's gone too far this time."
Neville's jaw clenched.
"The troll incident was the last straw," he said.
The group made their way to Gryffindor Tower, their minds racing with thoughts of punishment and retribution.
Inside the cozy common room, they settled into comfortable chairs, their faces set with determination.
"Draco's been asking for trouble," Ron said. "Time we taught him a lesson."
"Punishment won't change him," Hermione said, her voice laced with frustration. "But we can't let him get away with what he's done."
Harry's eyes narrowed.
"We'll make sure he pays for what he did to you, Hermione."
However, unbeknownst to them, Draco's turmoil ran deeper than his usual sly demeanor. His feelings for Hermione had awakened a conflict within, one that threatened to upend his very identity.
"We can't let our emotions cloud our judgment," Neville cautioned.
"But we can't ignore what he's done either," Ron countered.
As they deliberated, Draco's owl, Taurus, flew silently through the castle corridors, carrying Scorpius's letter, which would soon reveal a shocking truth.
"Let's decide on a punishment," Harry said.
But little did they know, Draco's fate was already taking a dramatic turn.
"We'll teach him a lesson," Ron said.
Yet, fate had other plans.
"Draco's not the same person we thought we knew," Hermione would soon discover.
Their discussion had set the stage for a pivotal decision, one that would change the course of their relationships and the future of Hogwarts.
Draco stepped into the Slytherin common room, the warm fire crackling in the hearth. The soft murmur of conversations and the occasional clinking of glasses filled the air. As he approached his favorite armchair, he noticed Taurus perched on the nearby table, a parchment clutched in her talons.
"Ah, Taurus, you're back," Draco said, his voice softening.
He gently took the parchment from Taurus's beak and broke the seal, the wax cracking open to reveal Scorpius's handwriting.
Draco's heart quickened as he unfolded the letter, his eyes scanning the page.
" 'Dear Draco...I've always wanted to talk to you, to understand why we drifted apart...'"
The words danced across the page, each sentence a balm to Draco's weary soul.
" 'I know our family's views have driven us apart...But I also understand why...'"
Scorpius's understanding was a gift, one Draco had never expected.
" 'I forgive you, Draco...Not completely, not yet. But I'm willing to try...'"
Tears pricked at the corners of Draco's eyes, his throat constricting with emotion.
No one had ever offered him forgiveness like this before.
As he read on, Draco's thoughts turned to Hermione. Scorpius's words about her left him perplexed.
" 'I know you're afraid of Father's reaction, of being treated like me...But I also know you have feelings for Hermione...'"
Draco's brow furrowed, his mind racing.
"What does it mean?" Draco wondered. "Do I truly have feelings for her?"
He re-read the passage, searching for clarity.
" 'You deserve to be happy, Draco...Find love and acceptance...'"
Draco's confusion deepened.
"Does Scorpius think I can be happy with Hermione?" Draco thought.
The letter had awakened a mix of emotions within him – hope, fear, and uncertainty.
"Scorpius understands me," Draco realized. "But what about Hermione?"
Draco's eyes lingered on the final words:
" 'We'll face this together, brother...'"
A sense of determination washed over him.
"I need to talk to Hermione," Draco resolved.
But how would she react? Would she reject him outright or see the sincerity in his words?
Draco's thoughts swirled, his heart heavy with anticipation.
He folded the letter, his fingers tracing the creases.
"Scorpius believes in me," Draco thought.
Now, it was time to believe in himself.
With newfound resolve, Draco rose from his chair.
"I'll talk to Hermione," he said aloud.
Taurus watched him, wise eyes gleaming in the firelight.
Draco's journey toward redemption had begun.
Next Chapter is The New Marauders.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. Well , originally I planned to introduce, Scorpius directly in second year at time of sorting, but it was demand of the situation. Well , about his name , I really wanted it to be on a constellation and Cygnus didn't sound much good so here it is Scorpius. And how are your views on Draco's redemption arc ? Do you think I am rushing or what ? Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!