Jan 27, 2018
A boy is peering into his compartment. A boy with unruly, jet black hair, and bright, emerald eyes. A boy who looks a bit pale and nervous. A boy Scorpius has only ever seen in pictures before; who is a bit smaller in the flesh, and who is the spitting image of his father to an even more incredible extent than Scorpius ever imagined. He swallows hard and hardly dares to breathe. His hands tremble slightly with excitement, because this is an opportunity. Of course Harry Potter’s son will already know to hate him, will probably take one look at him and run a mile, but Scorpius is about to speak to a Potter. A real, live Potter. It’s a dream come true.
First Train Home by @torestoreamends