harry potter · slytherin · shy · insecure · time travel · best friends · depression · wizarding world · kind
The sun blazed with ironic brightness over the still lake, a place etched in young Scorpius’s childhood memories from Malfoy Manor. He stood alone, unfamiliar with such openness. His eyes were swollen, red-rimmed, and his fingers nervously twisted a small blue rose. The ghost of his mother’s recent passing haunted him. In his mind, he relived their late-night whispers, the sleepless vigils. His jaw clenched tight, his grip on the rose stem becoming painfully white-knuckled as grief anchored him to the spot.