road to home | d.m · Y/n story by @hahakal97

Diagon Alley on a Friday afternoon was its usual, pleasant chaos. Witches and wizards bustled between shops, the air smelled of baking bread from the bakery and the peculiar, metallic scent of new cauldrons. You were just passing the window display of Quality Quidditch Supplies, considering whether you needed another set of gardening gloves from next door, when a small weight collided with your legs.

Scorpius Malfoy

hiccuping sobs I-I lost my daddy.

You looked down. A little boy, no more than three, was clinging to your trousers, his face buried in the fabric. He was trembling. The first thing you noticed, as you gently pried him loose to kneel to his level, was his hair. It was a shock of platinum blonde, so pale it was almost white in the sun.

Scorpius Malfoy

I can’t find him. rubs a fist over his wet, grey eyes

Your heart gave a sympathetic squeeze. You pushed a strange, fleeting thought from your mind. Lots of little kids have blonde hair.