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Scorlily: sometimes the best things in life happen by accident

[mine-ng-headcanons]

Lyra Malfoy is the first child and only daughter of Scorpius Malfoy and Lily Malfoy (neé Potter).

Starbucks? Uggs? PINK?! Yes, please! When it comes to Lyra, it’s really simple: the prettier it is, the better. Sweeter than the strawberry from which her hair color gets its name, Lyra is as basic as you can get. Her only quality that can take you by surprise is her amazing ability to unfailingly put every single living, breathing thing on this Earth before herself. Other than that, she’s no deeper than a kiddie pool.

“Just be good. It’s not as hard as you think.”

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Scorpius and Lily were the biggest bookworms. Their friends would joke that their wedding should be in a library 

[yashkamakarena]

I really need some good scorpius malfoy x lily potter fanfics

[evilies]

Hogwarts.

Lily Luna 5°.

Scorpius 7°.

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Merry Christmas!!!! Lily Luna: Cintia Dicker. Scorpius: Boyd Holbrook.

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The Rarest Type of Seer

Chapter 7

Malfoy Manor was foreboding in the way all old and prestigious homes were.  Large and sprawling with an old gothic look to it and surrounded by a huge wrought iron fence, it was a fortress by itself.  It could, if you let it, intimidate the strongest of heart.  Scorpius grew up here. 

Many childhood memories flitted through his mind as he made his way up the sprawling terrace steps.  But one stood out in the forefront of his mind.  It was his eighth birthday, and everybody had shown up for it. (Including some people that he had never seen before).  His Great Aunt Andromeda and his second cousin, Teddy had also come.  He had a fleeting remembrance of a third person to their party of two, but he was not entirely sure.  Also among the attendees were his mother’s sister and her ‘husband’ and daughter.  (He wasn’t too thrilled about them, so he mainly focused on his other guests.) 

Andromeda always brought Scorpius some of the best gifts.  They were always of the muggle variety and they ALWAYS held some sort of secret magic for Scorpius to figure out.  (It was to his grandfather’s utter dismay that his grandson was completely smitten with muggle things.)  After opening all of his gifts, the blonde would then proceed to interrogate Andromeda with any and all questions that he might have about whatever object that she brought him that year.  On this particular occasion, she had brought him a Rubik’s Cube.  To his eight year old mind, this was the coolest thing ever.  As the party continued on and the people were coming and going and the other children were playing their games of tag and hide and seek, Scorpius was immersed in trying to solve the puzzle of the cube.  He remembered that Andromeda stood near him conversing with someone else, and the Teddy came over and said something quietly to her. 

In hindsight, Scorpius recognized the seed of tension that filled the air in their little area after Teddy walked away, but as he thought on it now, he wondered how much of that tension had anything to do with what followed after, because just as Teddy walked away from his grandmother, there was a shriek in the air the Malfoy scion’s aunt, Daphne Zabini, came storming out into the backyard.  She was covered from head to foot; in what Scorpius thought might have been seaweed, though to this very day, he would never be sure of that.  As he drew nearer to his screeching aunt, he noticed that she was near hysterical and she was rambling something about toads being in her room and in her dresser, and in her suitcases.

A crowd was gathering around his aunt, as his mother tried to calm her down.  He caught a glimpse of his father, who rolled his eyes at the whole scene.  Not even to the young boys mind, did this surprise him, Draco Malfoy had always made his sentiments towards Daphne known.  He tolerated her only because she was his wife’s sister and for no other reason than that.  Isabelle had come rushing over to her mother when she had first come out and was adding to all the fuss and chaos.  Though, why it was such a huge deal escaped the blonde boy.  Personally, Scorpius happened to like toads very much.  Going with the natural instinct of self-preservation, Scorpius chose to keep that thought to himself. 

As if reading his mind, his aunt suddenly stopped all her ruckus and looked at her nephew dead on.  “It was you, wasn’t it?” She accused, pointing a finger at the young boy. 

“Um…no?” His answer was a question form, mostly due to the sudden turn of events.  He was an only child, and as such he had never really been straight out accused of anything before.  Generally speaking, Scorpius had a knock for telling on himself, before anyone ever got the chance to accuse him of anything.

"Why you little –“

“Come now, Ms. Daphne,” Andromeda cut across, before Daphne said anything else, “How could Scorpius do anything to your room or bags, when the he has been down here the entire time?  Perhaps you are overreacting just a little bit?”  She finished.

Daphne didn’t say another word, but the daggers that she glared at Andromeda spoke volumes to what was really going on inside her head.  She seemed to see the wisdom in Andromeda’s words however, and left the party shortly after that.  While this came as no surprise to him, he also realized that in all the drama of his aunt gathering her things and declaring to the Malfoys’ that they would be lucky if they ever saw herself or her family again, his great aunt and Teddy had also disappeared.

He had, of course, asked her later where she had gone off to, but all she did was change the subject, and ask him about how school was going.

The memory made him smile just a little and the little quirk of his lips was still there when he walked into the formal parlour where he knew his mother and grandmother would be.  (Merlin forbid they ever use anything as informal as the family room.)  He sauntered into the room, ready to give a happy hello, took in every single person that was in there, and promptly turned around to walk out. 

“Scorpius!!” A shrill voice from behind him said.  He groaned quietly to himself, spun around with a fake smile plastered to his face and greeted his least favorite aunt.  (He tended to over-look that she was his only aunt.) 

“Hullo Aunt Daphne,” he said with a decidedly lack of emotion in his voice.  He nodded to his Uncle Blaise who was standing in the corner talking to Draco, and looked around for the demon spawn, *cough, cough* his cousin, Isabelle.  He needed to know exactly where she was, so that he could avoid her as much as possible. 

“We were just talking about you Scorpius,” his aunt said in a simpering voice, ignoring his cold greeting.  Scorpius thought her pronouncement was a tad on the ironic side, since he had quite literally just been thinking about the events that had caused them to leave and never return all those years ago.  He didn’t let her know any of this though and continued to look around the room for his cousin.

His grandmother was sitting in the large sofa chair.  It had come to be known as hers and no one dared to sit in it, while his grandfather sat on the duvet.  They had identical looks of indifference on their faces.  His mother and aunt sat on the large couch drinking tea that the house elf had brought in and there was absolutely no sign of his cousin.  This was worrying. 

Opting to protect himself from any surprises from Isabelle, Scorpius asked with what he hoped was an air of indifference, “where’s Isabelle?” 

His father gave him a commiserating look and nodded toward the door in which a tall caramel skinned girl was walking through.  She had a dancer’s lithe frame and perfectly clear skin.  Her hair was as dark as a moonless night sky and was in tight little curls.  She was just about every guys dream to look at.  She was Scorpius’s worst nightmare.

“Looking for me…?” Isabelle asked in a saccharine voice, sauntering into the room. 

This time his groan was out loud.  “No. Not really.”  There was a loud snort that came from somewhere over by his father, but the blonde was hard pressed to know if it was his father or uncle.  Both of which knew exactly how Scorpius felt about Isabelle.

“That’s no way to greet your favorite cousin, now is it Scor?  Especially when I came with sympathy for you and ideas on how to get her back for all the pain she’s put you through.  After all, we can’t let Rose get away with the way she’s treated you!”

Open mouthed, Scorpius stared at her.  ‘How in Merlin’s good name could she possibly know about what his breakup with Rose?  Nobody in his family had been told about it, and he had planned to keep it that way.  There was enough bad blood between the two families as it was.’  Scorpius remembered quite clearly the day that he had told his father that he was dating a Weasley.  Draco had been livid at first, and then he turned it into begging and pleading for his son to stop dating the girl.  “Weasleys’,” Draco said, “were bad tempered people who only saw things their way and would use him up and then spit him out.”

Scorpius had pointed out to Draco that it was only because he and Ron had never got along that he felt that way.  Eventually Draco conceded and quit harping on about the issue.  Now however, it seemed by the smug look on Draco’s face that Scorpius would never hear the end of the ‘I told you so’s.’ 

‘Save me now, please!  Any type of help would be greatly appreciated…’  His silent plea went out, seemingly unheard. 

“Rose broke up with you?”

“Why?”

“When did this happen?”

“Are you alright?”

The questions started being fired from all corners of the room and the blonde was sure that he wanted to scream.  He sighed quietly and briefly glanced at the cause of the current chaos.  Isabelle chose just the right thing to say and she said it just loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“First of all,” he said over all the questions, “Rose did not break up with me.”  Isabelle gave him a surprised look and Draco’s triumphant grin fell from his face immediately.  Scorpius could not be sure, but he swore that Daphne had just sighed in relief.  “I broke up with her,” he continued, and there again was the happy grin from his father.  Before anyone could say anything, Scorpius held up his hand.  “Let me finish,” he said.  “I’m not going to go into any details about why we broke up, but I will tell you that it has been a couple weeks since it happened, and yes Mom.  I’m fine.  It’s been a while in coming.”

As he made this speech he took in everyone in the room.  His uncle, grandmother, and grandfather looked as if they could care less.  His mother, Scorpius could tell by the look on her face, that she was worried for his well-being, while his father was entirely too happy about the situation.  His aunt and cousin were the two people in the room with the reactions that were the strangest. 

Isabelle seemed almost giddy with the information, in which he chalked up to her being a gossip monger, and Daphne looked almost green after the knowledge had been revealed.  Almost squeaking as she cleared her throat, she asked him, “is there no chance that you will get back with her?”

Scorpius gave her a strange look and shook his head at her.  It seemed that he was not the only person in the room that thought it was a strange comment as well.  Everyone else was looking at her weirdly also.  Turning back to Isabelle, he found her studying him in an intense manner.

“What?” He asked rather gruffly.

 All his cousin did was to shrug her shoulders at him in an irritating way.  “Nothing,” she replied.  She leaned closer to him as if to impart some great wisdom and whispered quietly, “if I were you, I would get out of here before my mother…. Well, just get out of here.”  She winked and walked away from him.  After she was across the room from him, it occurred to the blonde that he still had absolutely no idea how Isabelle had come across the knowledge of his break up.

~SLSLSL~

Scorpius left as quickly as he could after that happened.  He made sure to speak with his grandmother and grandfather about what was going on in the world around them.  (His grandfather did not get out of the house much anymore.)  He kissed his mother on the cheek, bid his aunt and uncle goodbye, and nodded at his father.  Then, making his way to the grounds outside, the Malfoy heir apperated away. 

Scorpius had spent the rest of the day and well into the night apperating aimlessly around England.  He found himself on the craggy cliffs of Cornwall, and wandering the streets of London.  He ended up in what he thought was the Forest of Dean and then on the banks of the Tamar River.  By the time he realized how late it was, he was thoroughly exhausted and had no desire in returning to his own flat where he was absolutely certain that he would end up in some altercation with Albus. 

In his mind’s eye he clearly pictured a warm fire and a couch in a room filled with art and pictures of loved ones along with an atmosphere of pure serenity.  The next thing he knew, Scorpius found himself standing just inside Lily Potter’s parlor in Potter Place.  Scorpius looked around him, wondering just how on earth he had managed to get here.  It was one thing to apperated all over England, but to get inside the wards of the Potters’ home was magic beyond the Malfoy scion’s comprehension.

As he got his bearings around him straight, he realized that the atmosphere wasn’t quite as calm as he imagined.  As a matter of fact the very air in the room seemed as if it were cackling with an angry energy.  Remembering something that Albus had mentioned about the room responding to Lily’s moods, Scorpius went to look for the dark haired girl.  He did not stop to consider why it bothered him so much that she was upset.

A bitter bark of a laugh led him to the second floor alcove.  There he found Cham and Rose in what looked like a head to head altercation.  “You can’t do that to him!  Not only is it wrong, but what do you think your parents are going to say when they find out that what you’re saying is an outright lie?” Cham asked vehemently. 

“What do you care?  You think that just because she has feelings for him, he’s going to turn away from what will be his duty.  She won’t be able to stop it from happening, and neither will you!”  Rose fired back. 

Scorpius had no idea what the two girls were talking about and just as he was about to intervene, the fight looked as if it were about to become physical, Lily came storming up behind him.  Her deep green eyes were flashing and her dark hair windblown.  She barely glanced his way as she pushed past him. 

Locking her eyes on her cousin, Lily glared the red haired witch down.  Scorpius expected her to start yelling and screaming at Rose in the same way that he sometimes heard Mrs. Potter get after James and Albus.  But apparently Lily was Harry’s child through and through.  The temperature became positively cold in the hallway.  “You won’t get away with it,” she said through gritted teeth.  “I won’t let you.  I’ll do everything in my power to put a stop to your little plan.”  With that said, she started to climb up the loft stairs that led to her room.

Before she fully disappeared, Lily turned around and said in an even colder voice than before, (if that was even possible,) “If you ruin Teddy and Victoire’s announcement, I will seriously ruin your life!” 

The hallway was silent for a few seconds after that, but then Rose broke out into a maniacal smile.  “She’s so dramatic.  She won’t do anything.”

Beyond lost at what exactly the argument between the girls was about, the blonde boy made his way back to the little parlor.  He found himself at an even bigger loss for understanding when he came across Lily Potter in all her dark haired, green eyed glory laying across her favorite two person chair with her eyes closed.  ‘Just how in the H*** did she make it from the top-most part of the house down to the parlor without being seen or heard, and before I got here!?’ 

A tired, whispering sigh escaped the girl and Scorpius swore that he saw tears coming from her eyes.  Her voice, when she spoke though was strong, and there was not an ounce of sadness when she said, “If you’re coming in here to sit down and relax, then so be it, but will you please do me a favor?”  At his questioning look, Lily continued, “don’t think.  Just shut your brain off.  I don’t want to hear any of your thoughts, or questions about what just happened or how I got here before you, or, well, really, anything.  Just…Zen….” She trailed off into what could only be a sleep like quality.

“Zen?” he asked.

“Shhh….” was his answer.  He walked over to her and saw that she really had fallen asleep.  She looked so peaceful, almost childlike in her sleep.  The almost unnoticeable worry lines that crinkled around her eyes were smoothed over, and her mouth was curved in a faint grin.  Looking at her now, Scorpius could almost believe that the girl was no more than ten years old, instead of the seventeen year old he knew her to be. 

She shivered slightly, and a blanket appeared out of thin air onto the back of the chair.  He couldn’t help but feel as if roles had been reversed somehow as a sense of déjà vu washed over him. 

He covered her up, almost tenderly, and started to turn to make his way over to the couch, but Lily’s hand shot out from underneath the blanket and she pulled, hard.  Scorpius found himself almost on top of the small girl, and wondered what Harry would think of this if he should walk in.

“Sleep, Scorpius.  Don’t think.  Just sleep,” came the voice from underneath him.  He would have been seriously amused if Albus had found himself in this situation.  But since it was not Albus, but himself and his best friend’s little sister, he voted for self-preservation.  So thinking, he made to get himself up.  Lily apparently had other ideas.  Her arms tightened around Scorpius and the more he moved, the tighter she held on.  He also noticed that she seemed to become more agitated in her sleep every time he went to move away from her. 

He whispered to her soothing nothing words and resigned himself to sleeping on the chair wrapped up in her arms.  Not that he was complaining, he just really didn’t want to face the wrath of the Potter men, and one Teddy Lupin. 

Once he was finally settled in next to her with his own arm being used as a pillow, and his breathing had evened out to where he was sleeping peacefully and there were not stray thoughts being tossed into the atmosphere, Lily opened her eyes and breathed a small sigh of relief.  For just this small moment in time, everything in Lily’s world was calm. 

In a couple of days she would have to face down her mad, crazy cousin in front of her entire family.  She would have to protect Scorpius from lies that he knew nothing about and eventually she would have to explain to him why she was different.  Well, that one part was only if he was as interested in her as she hoped he was.  Otherwise, it wouldn’t matter. 

As Lily was drifting off to sleep with these happy thoughts in mind, Cham came hurrying into the room.  Seeing that her friend was practically asleep, the blonde girl gave her friend a sly wink as she breathed a sigh of relief.  “We’ll talk later,” she mouthed to Lily and left the parlor.

Lily grinned at Cham’s back and snuggled in closer to Scorpius and finally succumbed to sleep.  It had been a very long day.

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The Rarest Type of Seer

Chapter 6

  The Christmas season always seemed to be a bit hectic to Scorpius.  People running from here to there, forgetting whatever it was they were going to get and then running back again a few hours later.  The hustle and bustle of frantic mothers and the sound of screaming children always seemed to fill the air.

Then there were the annual holiday parties that he would be forced to attend, not only at the Ministry of Magic, but also at his Aunt Daphne’s home.  (Who, it must be said, gave Scorpius the creeps.)  He would also be expected to attend the Weasley family Christmas party, which he used to always look forward to, but now, with this whole ‘Rose fiasco’, he was rather hesitant to know if he would even be excepted back into the Weasley’s home.  He was rather surprised that Albus hadn’t broached the subject with him again since the day that they found Lily in her parlour at Potter Place.

Then again…. he wondered if the reason why Albus had not said anything had to do with said littlest Potter.  She did seem to hold a certain sway over her brother, even if he would never admit to it.  Scorpius himself would never have even though it had he not seen it for himself very briefly.  As it was however, things were still strained between the two boys and it was somewhat difficult to have all the tension going on in their flat. 

It had been a few days since their shopping trip in Diagon Alley and Scorpius was sitting at his kitchen table going over the mail when a vaguely familiar owl flew through the, well, it was a closed window.  (Apparently, it wasn’t locked.) 

The owl landed gracefully on the table in front of Scorpius and gave him a baleful look, as if to say ‘You are far inferior to me, and I can’t believe I am being used to deliver mail.’ 

It was a majestic looking owl, Scorpius would give him that.  He was a snowy white color with gray tips at the end of his wings and black spots on his feathers.  Whoever owned this bird had to be from a very wealthy family.  Scorpius was sure of it.  The owl held in its beak a small envelope that had to have had some sort of shrinking charm on it and after having a (what seemed like five minutes, but was probably only a few seconds) stare down with the big bird of prey, Scorpius finally spoke.

“Are you going to give me the letter, or are you just going to sit there and look at me?”  He asked somewhat irritably. 

The owl squawked loudly, almost dropping the envelope into the bowl of uneaten cereal sitting in front of Scorpius.  It quickly regained it and instead, dropped it unceremoniously in the blonde’s lap.  Then it flew up into the air, circled around the ceiling a couple times, and zoomed at his head, nipping Scorpius’s ear a little harder than was probably necessary, before flying back out the way he came.

“Ow!” The Malfoy scion grumbled, rubbing at his sore ear.  He shook his head at the retreating owl with an indignant look on his face, grumbling about the evilness of all white owls. 

“What’s that you got there, Scor?”  Albus asked walking in.  His black hair was just as messy as always, though he was dressed rather impeccably in a pair of ironed slacks and a button down shirt.

“Going out somewhere?”  Scorpius returned, ignoring the other boy’s question.

Albus shrugged and grabbed a piece of toast off the table that his house elf, Elis, made for them earlier that morning.  “I asked you first,” he said giving Scorpius a grin.  The grin itself lacked the good humor it usually held when the two boys bantered back and forth and Scorpius was sorry for it.

“Just a message, I’m assuming.  I haven’t enlarged it yet.” 

“Get on with it then.  Let’s see it.”  Albus was a little more interested in it than Scorpius would have expected, but he enlarged the parchment none the less.

It was beautiful.  Awe-inspiring even.  It took him back to a much simpler time when all was well in his world and there were few worries, other than winning the next quidditch match and  how many inches a piece of parchment neede to be for his next class.  Albus was speechless, and the only thought in Scorpius’s mind, was ‘How in the heck had the artist even known about this particular scene?’   

He must have been at least 15 at the time.  The painting showed him sitting in a blue and silver chair in the Ravenclaw common room.  His tie was loosened from around his neck and his head was leaning back against the soft cushion of it.  His eyes were half open, and in his hand was an open book.  The shadows in the picture reflected the light that had to be of a warm fire off to the side, unseen by those looking on.

A little shaken from the walk down memory lane, and wondering how long it was going to be before he actually came face to face with his ‘secret admirer’, ( he refused to think of this person as anything other than that), the blonde re-shrunk the picture and carried it delicately to his room, where he put it in a very special jewel box. 

Albus trailed behind him.  “How....?  Do you…..?  What I mean to say is….” 

“If you’re going to ask me something, then spit it out, I do have some places to be today.”  Scorpius didn’t mean to snap, but he had never let anyone know, not even Albus, about these pictures.  They had always been something that was special to him, and he refused to let that be ruined by anyone.  And if Albus knew about them, the it was a given that Rose would soon know about them as well.

Albus gathered himself together and asked, “Do you know where that picture came from?”  At Scor’s shrug, he continued.  “It’s just, I recognize the style vaguely and I was wondering of you knew who the artist was?”

Scorpius studied his friend closely, and then sighed and took the plunge.  “I’ve been getting these pictures since I was about eight years old.  I always receive two a year.  One for my birthday and one for Christmas.  The one this year came early, but I usually get them on the day of….,’ but he was interrupted.

“NO WAY!” Albus shouted.  “You’ve been getting these letters, pictures, whatever they are for over ten years and you don’t have a clue who is sending them to you?”  The tone of Albus’s voice was perfectly incredulous, and there was an underlying disbelief that rankled Scorpius’s already tied-up nerves.  It was his next question, however, that sent a jolt of shame through the blonde boy.  “And why is it, that I never knew about them?  I would think that as your best friend, you would have at least told me something about them. 

Scorpius remained quiet as he went to his closet.  He pulled out an old weather beaten box and brought it over to his desk.  “What is that?”  Albus asked as he joined him.  At first the Potter boy was absolutely certain his friend was not going to answer him.  Scorpius hovered over the box with his hands barely grazing the sides of it.  It was as if he were contemplating opening it in Albus’s presence, (which of course, was exactly what he was doing, but Albus didn’t need to know that.) 

“Memories,” was Scorpius’s simple reply.  The Malfoy scion sighed, knowing that if he didn’t open the box now and add the portrait to it, he didn’t know when he would be able to do it.  He just didn’t want Albus to see the contents of the box. 

Albus gasped at the sight of the dozens of pictures that were in it.  Every one of them had been framed in a type of ornate wood, and then shrunk down so that they would all fit inside.  Some of the drawings were things that would only have a meaning to Scorpius and no one else, but there were others that Al recognized. 

There was one that caught his eye and he was utterly entranced by it.  Reaching in the box at Scorpius’s complete dismay, Albus pulled the picture out and gasped at the absolute beauty and intensity of it.  He remembered that night so well.  Rose had barged up to the Ravenclaw common room and demanded her way in, then she cried on their shoulders about how Andy Loveless had stolen her cloak and hidden it in the forbidden forest.  She had begged the two boys to go with her to get it.  And, of course, they did.  They had got themselves into a tight mess with the centaurs though, and Albus had been absolutely sure that they were about to be horse food, but then they heard one of the strangest sounds.  It was almost like thunder, but with an underlying bell-like tinkling.  The next thing they knew, the entire heard of centaurs had taken off in the opposite direction toward the sound and they found Rose’s cloak sitting on a rock just behind where the centaurs had been standing.

The drawing showed the absolute delight on her face, and the stunned disbelief on the face of Albus and Scorpius.  The shading and lighting and the colors that had been used made the picture come to life and brought the memory to the forefront of his mind. 

“Whoever this artist is – they seem to know quite a bit about you ,” Albus said.  There was an edge to his voice now, especially since he was absolutely certain that he recognized the artist’s style, though he couldn’t be entirely sure.

“I know,” Scorpius practically breathed.

“Sooo… Why haven’t you told me about these?”  Scorpius shrugged and added his most latest acquired painting to the collection, and carefully closed the lid. 

“Wait! Just wait a second,” the black haired boy stayed Scorpius’s hand before the lid shut completely.  He pulled out the most recent picture and looked closely at the bottom left corner.  The tiny symbol there confirmed his suspicions and with a sigh, he put it back in the box, allowing his friend to close it.

“You’re absolutely certain that you have no idea where these portraits are coming from?” He asked his friend.

“No idea,” was the firm reply. 

“Huh.” Was all Albus said before he reverted back to a topic that neither boy really wanted to discuss.

“Are you going to tell me what happened with Rose, or are you going to keep that a secret as well?”  The comment was so sudden and unexpected that at first Scorpius was unsure how to respond.  To him, it was as if Albus was attacking him, and his response showed his displeasure at the insinuation that the break up was somehow his fault.

“I’m sure Rose told you everything you need to know about what happened between us,” he replied somewhat bitterly.  “It doesn’t matter what I may say about what actually happened anyway, Albus.  As I’m sure you’re going to believe her over me no matter what.  That’s how it has always been, and I don’t think it will ever change.”

Albus had been told this same thing before by many people, ok mostly only Cham and Lily.  But to hear it from his best friend, it seemed to strike a chord in him and he wondered if he really was as biased on Rose’s account as all three of them seemed to think he was.  He didn’t give himself much time to ponder it, filing it to the back of his mind to think on later.

“It doesn’t matter anyway, Al,” Scorpius was saying, and Albus raised an eyebrow at him.  “What happened between me and Rose is our business and nobody else’s, and that includes you.”

Slightly stunned at his friends declaration and the fact that he had pretty much just been told to mind his own business, Albus watched as his friend of forever grabbed up some clothes and other personal things and threw it all into an overnight bag.

“At the risk of being told to ‘butt out,” Albus began, “where are you going?”

Scorpius looked at Albus for a few moments before answering, “I have been summoned to Malfoy Manor and I don’t know how long I’ll be expected to stay,” he answered.  After he had everything he thought he may need, he gave a brief nod to Albus and left their flat.

Maybe it was for the best that he wasn’t going to be sticking around for a couple of days.  As he thought about it though, he groaned a little bit to himself, because there was absolutely no way that he was going to stay overnight at the Malfoy family home.  ‘Maybe, I can stay at Potter Place, and avoid Albus’  He wondered.