AN: Ginny has a larger role than merely existing, I promise.
I know it makes zero sense right now (Thanks, fourteen-year-old me), but all will be explained to the best of my ability down the line. Would I be adding to canon? Possibly. Will it be worth it? Absolutely.
Also, side note: I was really nervous about posting this fic at first (I saw how Scorlily headcanons would get ripped to shreds on Pinterest and let's just say it instilled some fear), but then I remembered how I wrote a Teen Wolf fanfic while hardly having a sweet clue what happened prior to season 6B, and that fic's doing pretty well on AO3 (It's on here too, but I just posted the Wattpad version last night, so the only views I have are my own). Needless to say, I feel much more confident now.
Anyways, have fun watching Kreacher actually have some sympathy.
Setting: Harry's Dream --> 12, Grimmauld Place
Trigger Warnings: N/A
The previous scene fades into a dream - Harry's dream. Suddenly, he hears someone speaking to him; Voldemort. But he doesn't want Harry to think he's here to hurt him; he wants Harry to think he's there to warn him.
Voldemort: Harrryyyy Potttterrrrrr...
Harry (extremely panicked): Oh, no, REALLY?! On the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts?! C'mon, Voldy! Not today, you insensitive prat!
Voldemort: Okay, first of all, it's 2:30 AM on May 3rd; I can do what I want. Second-
Harry (trying to perform an exorcism): Hallowed be thy name!
Voldemort: I'm not going to hurt you, I'm here to warn you of something-
Harry: Thou kingdom come! Thou will be done!
Voldemort: Harry James Potter can you please shut up and hear me out for two minutes?!
A beat.
Harry: What do you want anyway? Wait! No! Let me guess; You're gonna cryptically hint at a return of some sort and send me into a panic?
Voldemort: No, no! I'm not returning. My days of power are long gone, trust me.
Harry: Why are you appearing in my dreams then? How are you-?!
Voldemort: Wizards have very funky dreams, Harry. Ones that let you see what's happening anywhere in the world. Me being here is just your psychological trauma coming back. In terms of why... Your daughter, Lily... She's got a boyfriend...
Harry: WHAT?! I mean - Good for her - But she still should have told me!
Voldemort: No no, Harry, you don't understand!
Harry: What else is there to understand?
Voldemort: Lily is in love with your enemy's son.
Harry: ... You have a son-? Actually, I heard about some guy named Mattheo a while back, but-
Voldemort (frustrated): No, Potter, I don't have a son. I only had one child and you locked her up in Azkaban, which - Is doing her immensely dirty, by the way, so thanks for that! (A beat as Voldemort calms himself) Anyway, I'm talking about Draco Malfoy's son.
Harry: Scorpius?
Voldemort: Yes. He and Lily are in love with each other, and I know you don't want that, so I thought I should pop into your subconscious to tell you... Harrryyyyyy Potttttterrrr...
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Forbidden Love
Fanfiction(I know Scorlily isn't a common ship, but hear me out) He was a Malfoy. She was a Potter. As of recent, Scorpius and Lily were supposed to hate each other. Instead, after years of mutual and complicated pining, they fell in love. With so much happen...
