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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,620
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Children
Title: Children
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Drama
Warnings: DH spoilers, Epilogue inclusive
Summary: #28 – Children, will children forgive the sins of their parents?
Word Count: 866 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. My first DH-E inclusive drabble. Very vague DM/HG details…
Prompt 28 – Children
He saw Potter and his brood across the Platform 9 ¾ and nodded when Potter’s emerald eyes met his. Sifting through the throng of Weasleys, he finally laid eyes upon her, something deep in his chest shuddering. She looked well enough, but thinner, paler, than he remembered. And then his eyes moved to the girl standing next to her mother.
“Scorpius, do you see that girl over there?” he asked softly, he hand reaching to grasp his son’s shoulder.
Scorpius glanced up at his father, nearly identical silver eyes meeting. “Yes, papa?”
Draco Malfoy’s lips flickered into a smile. “She will be your rival in your classes, most likely. Watch her closely, and entertain no hatred or love toward her.”
Scorpius frowned, but turned his face to look at the girl.
Rose Weasley was her name, but she had no Weasley family traits. She did not have ginger hair like her father, or blue eyes…not even freckles. Instead, Rose Weasley looked very much like her mother. Pale honey coloured eyes, dark blonde hair that was not nearly as riotous as her mother’s, and smooth, creamy white skin. She was a thin girl, but it was already evident that as she grew into maturity, she would be a beautiful woman.
“She’s pretty, papa,” Scorpius said softly, turning his attention back to his father.
Draco winced at his son’s words, and leaning down, grasped his son’s shoulders.
“Understand me, son. No hatred, no love. You must not ever look on her as something to be loved!” Draco hissed.
Scorpius’ face was impassive, not letting the pain he felt from his father’s grasp surface in his face.
“That’s enough, husband,” Astoria hissed, reminding Draco that he was beginning to lose control.
Draco’s hands relaxed and he allowed himself to smile apologetically at his son. “Do not forget, Scorpius.”
“Yes, papa.”
Moments later, the train was leaving, and Draco waved with his wife at their pale son. Soon, the families were leaving the platform, and Draco watched as Ronald Weasley picked his son up in his arms…Hugo, Draco remembered. Hugo looked like the Weasleys…
“She did not even look at you,” Astoria whispered.
Draco paid little mind to his wife as he watched Hermione Weasley walk down the platform with her family.
“You could have told Scorpius, Draco. Now he will have to wonder about her, why you were so adamant that he…”
“That’s enough, Tori,” Draco whispered as her hand slipped under his arm, reverting to addressing his wife to her pet name he used at home.
Draco Malfoy loved his wife, but he also loved the woman walking down the platform. Astoria had known that he loved Hermione Weasley…and that many years ago, the pretty witch had loved him in return. Astoria Malfoy had not minded, her marriage to the Malfoy heir arranged…but with Scorpius, everything changed. Astoria knew that Draco loved her, but considered her more a friend than a lover.
They had been lovers…Draco and Hermione. They had been coworkers at the Ministry, lovers who could never marry, never let their relationship be known. Hermione Granger, at that time, was forever connected to Ronald Weasley. Draco Malfoy, at that time, was forever the son of a Death Eater. But they were lovers nonetheless.
Astoria had only seen them once…and instead of being jealous, she thought it beautiful. Astoria knew that Ronald Weasley or Harry Potter would never think of the lovers in the same way she did…how could they? Potter and Weasley had monopolized Hermione for years.
She had seen Draco and Hermione Granger together in the Manor, thinking that they were safe from prying eyes…making love against the wall of the Malfoy family library…their voices ringing out, hands searching, lips dancing over bare skin, sweat rolling down their bodies as they moved. The expression on their faces, the fire in their eyes, it had been beautiful. Astoria had been engaged to Draco then…
The Malfoys waited to pass through the barrier, the Weasleys and Potters already gone. It was then Astoria Malfoy gripped her husband tighter, worry lining her face.
“You should have told him that she was his sister, Draco. Even if Rose does not know, Scorpius will surely figure it out…he his much brighter than for what you give him credit…” Astoria whispered, trailing.
Draco glanced to her with a sharp gleam in his eye. “Enough, Tori. He won’t know…the girl won’t know!”
Astoria said nothing more, and moved her eyes to her feet. Rose had been born only shortly before Scorpius, sister and brother only days apart by different mothers. By then Hermione Granger had pulled away from her one love…and that one love had become Astoria’s husband.
Their children…would they be forced to live through the sins of their parents so ignorantly? Astoria knew her son. Scorpius would be interested in the girl, and to suit his curiosity, speak to her.
Their children…could they forgive their parents for obscuring the truth?
Astoria felt like screaming, her husband was a fool, and so was his lover. Astoria knew how the past could come back, she knew how secrets could destroy people. Passing through the barrier, Astoria prayed that their children would forgive them…
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Drama
Warnings: DH spoilers, Epilogue inclusive
Summary: #28 – Children, will children forgive the sins of their parents?
Word Count: 866 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. My first DH-E inclusive drabble. Very vague DM/HG details…
Prompt 28 – Children
He saw Potter and his brood across the Platform 9 ¾ and nodded when Potter’s emerald eyes met his. Sifting through the throng of Weasleys, he finally laid eyes upon her, something deep in his chest shuddering. She looked well enough, but thinner, paler, than he remembered. And then his eyes moved to the girl standing next to her mother.
“Scorpius, do you see that girl over there?” he asked softly, he hand reaching to grasp his son’s shoulder.
Scorpius glanced up at his father, nearly identical silver eyes meeting. “Yes, papa?”
Draco Malfoy’s lips flickered into a smile. “She will be your rival in your classes, most likely. Watch her closely, and entertain no hatred or love toward her.”
Scorpius frowned, but turned his face to look at the girl.
Rose Weasley was her name, but she had no Weasley family traits. She did not have ginger hair like her father, or blue eyes…not even freckles. Instead, Rose Weasley looked very much like her mother. Pale honey coloured eyes, dark blonde hair that was not nearly as riotous as her mother’s, and smooth, creamy white skin. She was a thin girl, but it was already evident that as she grew into maturity, she would be a beautiful woman.
“She’s pretty, papa,” Scorpius said softly, turning his attention back to his father.
Draco winced at his son’s words, and leaning down, grasped his son’s shoulders.
“Understand me, son. No hatred, no love. You must not ever look on her as something to be loved!” Draco hissed.
Scorpius’ face was impassive, not letting the pain he felt from his father’s grasp surface in his face.
“That’s enough, husband,” Astoria hissed, reminding Draco that he was beginning to lose control.
Draco’s hands relaxed and he allowed himself to smile apologetically at his son. “Do not forget, Scorpius.”
“Yes, papa.”
Moments later, the train was leaving, and Draco waved with his wife at their pale son. Soon, the families were leaving the platform, and Draco watched as Ronald Weasley picked his son up in his arms…Hugo, Draco remembered. Hugo looked like the Weasleys…
“She did not even look at you,” Astoria whispered.
Draco paid little mind to his wife as he watched Hermione Weasley walk down the platform with her family.
“You could have told Scorpius, Draco. Now he will have to wonder about her, why you were so adamant that he…”
“That’s enough, Tori,” Draco whispered as her hand slipped under his arm, reverting to addressing his wife to her pet name he used at home.
Draco Malfoy loved his wife, but he also loved the woman walking down the platform. Astoria had known that he loved Hermione Weasley…and that many years ago, the pretty witch had loved him in return. Astoria Malfoy had not minded, her marriage to the Malfoy heir arranged…but with Scorpius, everything changed. Astoria knew that Draco loved her, but considered her more a friend than a lover.
They had been lovers…Draco and Hermione. They had been coworkers at the Ministry, lovers who could never marry, never let their relationship be known. Hermione Granger, at that time, was forever connected to Ronald Weasley. Draco Malfoy, at that time, was forever the son of a Death Eater. But they were lovers nonetheless.
Astoria had only seen them once…and instead of being jealous, she thought it beautiful. Astoria knew that Ronald Weasley or Harry Potter would never think of the lovers in the same way she did…how could they? Potter and Weasley had monopolized Hermione for years.
She had seen Draco and Hermione Granger together in the Manor, thinking that they were safe from prying eyes…making love against the wall of the Malfoy family library…their voices ringing out, hands searching, lips dancing over bare skin, sweat rolling down their bodies as they moved. The expression on their faces, the fire in their eyes, it had been beautiful. Astoria had been engaged to Draco then…
The Malfoys waited to pass through the barrier, the Weasleys and Potters already gone. It was then Astoria Malfoy gripped her husband tighter, worry lining her face.
“You should have told him that she was his sister, Draco. Even if Rose does not know, Scorpius will surely figure it out…he his much brighter than for what you give him credit…” Astoria whispered, trailing.
Draco glanced to her with a sharp gleam in his eye. “Enough, Tori. He won’t know…the girl won’t know!”
Astoria said nothing more, and moved her eyes to her feet. Rose had been born only shortly before Scorpius, sister and brother only days apart by different mothers. By then Hermione Granger had pulled away from her one love…and that one love had become Astoria’s husband.
Their children…would they be forced to live through the sins of their parents so ignorantly? Astoria knew her son. Scorpius would be interested in the girl, and to suit his curiosity, speak to her.
Their children…could they forgive their parents for obscuring the truth?
Astoria felt like screaming, her husband was a fool, and so was his lover. Astoria knew how the past could come back, she knew how secrets could destroy people. Passing through the barrier, Astoria prayed that their children would forgive them…