young man returning home

As long as my son, I only want my son to be happy... Draco. "

Until now, he still couldn't understand the meaning of that sentence.However, the sad expression of my grandfather is forever engraved in my mind, and the scene of that day is lingering.As the years went by, this feeling became stronger and stronger, as if the pain of his father and grandfather had been imposed on him, and he found increasingly overlapping shadows on his body.

The manor seems to be cursed. Everyone here seems to have a gloomy painted skin. At balls and gatherings of pure-blooded nobles, the family members always maintain elegance and calmness. The guests are gone, and the boring and gloomy life in the manor will begin again.

His childhood was boringly repeating every Malfoy's past.And his father, who was short of words, always paced back and forth in front of the window, sighing silently.He probably loves him.When the birthday party of Young Master Malfoy was over, his father was willing to hold his hand and take a walk on the holly green avenue of the manor. Sometimes he was in a good mood, and he would call his son with a smile: "Scorpius, look The twinkling stars in the sky!"

The little boy cowardly hid behind him and said, "Malfoy is not allowed to look up, including the starry sky."

"Who said that?"

Seeing his father's frown slightly, he was a little scared, so he said frankly: "Grandpa."

Father didn't speak, but leaned slightly sideways, still looking at the bright sky and the stars.The brows never stretched out.

"Dad, what are you thinking?" He mustered up his courage and finally asked.

"Malfoy's generations are named after constellations, and I'm looking for my child." Mr. Malfoy looked down at his youngest son and said calmly.

Scorpius clapped his hands happily: "Scorpio? You can't see Scorpio today!"

Mr. Malfoy was taken aback, and sighed: "I'm looking for Hercules." He lowered his head and met the little boy's confused eyes. He knew that his blond bad boy couldn't understand what he was saying, in fact , no one can understand it anymore.

"Scorpio is my child, but my child shouldn't just be Scorpio."

He let go of Scorpius' hand and walked slowly into the manor behind him.

The sky is full of stars.On the empty grass, only the little boy was left.

These are probably not very pleasant memories.

His heart nearly jumped out of his throat when he met that beautiful red-haired little girl on the train.She was so beautiful, radiant like the sun, and most importantly, she could find a breath that was completely different from the lifeless Malfoy Manor.

"Sorry, I stepped on your foot," he smiled awkwardly, with the politeness of a gentleman, "There are a lot of people."

The little girl smiled: "There are indeed a lot of people." But when her beautiful eyes rolled over Scorpius' head, she was obviously surprised: "You...you are from Slytherin?"

"No," he said after thinking for a moment, "I'm from Malfoy Manor."

Then, smiling and reaching out.

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