𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖋𝖔𝖞 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 ♡

𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 🍯

Summary: When Draco Malfoy's son Scorpious befriends your son, you find the same cold grey eyes, cornering you in your office once again, questioning who's child y/s/n actually is.

Note: COMPLETELY BASED OFF THE BOOK 'HENRIETTA POTTER- THE SLYTHERIN CHILD' I TOTALLY RECOMMEND YOU READ THAT BOOK I LOVE IT!! Credit to the author @slytherin_84 . Also y/s/n means your sons name and y/s/l means our sons last name :)

I regret every single thing that had happened that night. I just wish I could go back and rewrite my past but then again my past was my future. My future was my son. Y/s/n  y/s/l was my ray of sunshine through the dark times that I had endured. One night after putting Albus too sleep, I slid under my covers, trying too knock myself out into a deep slumber but nothing seemed to work. My failed attempts caused me too wriggle around in my bed uncomfortably, making me sit upright frustrated. Tears came streaming down my face at the thought off my son having to one day find out who is father actually is, hit me like a brick in the head.

What would he think about it? He had already befriended Scorpious Malfoy, who I must say took after Astoria very much, both personality and looks wise. The fact that neither of them knew that they were actually half brothers broke my heart into pieces. The pair had bonded and stuck together since their first year, now gone into their second, and that was the last time I had ever seen their father. Draco Malfoy.

The piercing of his magnetic eyes that I so desperately tried to avoid somehow managed to catch my gaze once again. There we were sending off our kids into the Hogwarts express, bidding them a goodbye before my eyes flickered up too meet his. He had that same sad expression, his eyes drooping with dark visible circles underneath them and his hair a lot more tousled just like on the day of the Great War. I tried everything in my power to ignore his presence but seeing him so devastated and destroyed hurt my heart.

The movement of the train caused me too snap out of my thoughts, making me jolt up as I ran alongside the hogwarts express trying to catch a glimpse of the apple of my eye, one last time before he would be sent off again. Sometimes being a single mother can get really lonely and mundane but every single time I reconnected with him, it felt like my whole world fell back into its place. "Make sure too write to me! I love you!" I yelled as I slowed down the pace of my running, now panting slightly.

Turning around too check the time on my watch, my mouth fell open. I was going to be late for work. Catching a pair of silver eyes now staring directly at me, i gulped as hard as I could before sprinting down past a million of parents, shoving and bumping into them as the word 'sorry' continuously left my lips.

Being the Head Auror was a stressful job especially with all the drama that was going on in my life that I supposedly had dragged my son into as well. "Good morning-," I panted breathlessly too my receptionist as I hurried down the corridor as fast as my legs could take me. Swinging my office door open and now closing it behind me, I rested my back against the door, deeply inhaling and exhaling as I tried to catch a breathe, my eyes shut tightly. Running in heels could be a pain in the arse sometimes, especially when it felt like my heels were literally being drilled.

Fluttering my eyes back open, my breathing hitched at the sight of a certain platinum haired man, dressed in an rather fancy black suit that I had previously locked eyes with. I was left speechless as he swiftly turned around on his heels facing me. "Tell me Potter, is y/s/n really my son?"
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"Why the fuck do you think it's okay too suddenly show up after a shit ton of years of leaving me in a mess and now have the audacity to question me? And that too IN MY OWN OFFICE?!" The tone in my voice raising at the sight of him. That visible twinkle that appeared in his eyes had rather gone. Looking down at his polished shoes, a look of guilt and sincerity smothered across his face as he glanced at me through his thick lashes. Calming myself down, I ran a hand through my hair as my lips slightly chapped. "Tell me Draco- do you really think you should be here asking me such a question when your wife is dying at home?" My words breaking in between as I avoided to meet his eyes.

"Why Draco? Shouldn't you be at your manor taking care of her and all of her needs?" My voice dripping with sarcasm."You shouldn't be here.. you need to leave.... now," the amount of hatred seeping through my voice as I swung open the door motioning for him to leave. He had opened his mouth too say something before I cut him off. Glancing up at me apologetically the word 'no' left his lips in a whisper before I began arguing again. "I.said.leave," my voice now demanding.

"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME?!" He yelled, slamming his hand onto my desk, now pinching the top of his nose bridge, making me startled as I slightly backed up against my office door. "I'm aware that Astoria is at home dying, I don't need you to constantly remind me that. I came here to ask you the same question that I'm now going to repeat again,"

"Is he really my son," his voice low as he spoke through gritted teeth. It was time to tell him the truth

"Yes- he is ,"

"Y/n why didn't you tell me this before?" He blurted as the awkward tension between either of us rapidly grew to an incredulous amount. Straightening my back up, my eyes shot daggers at Draco. "Why I didn't tell you this before? Are you actually being fucking serious right now?!" I questioned agitated, my fists clenching into balls by my side. "DRACO YOU LITERALLY FUCKED ME AND ASTORIA AT THE SAME TIME- LET ME REMIND YOU THAT YOU LEFT ME ," the tone in my voice raising with anger as his face flushed red." YOU WENT AROUND GETTING YOUR DICK WET BEHIND YOUR WIFE'S BACK! JUST GO BACK TO HER AND NEVER COME HERE AGAIN," I barked, my arms folding against my chest.

Dropping his head low, he jammed his hands into his pockets, his eyes filled to the brim with tears giving me no option but to open my office door once again signalling that I wanted him to leave at once. "Potter- I'm not leaving," he responded, his feet still glued to the floor. "But isn't that's exactly what you did the last time you fucked me? You wanted to leave us so that you could pursue your family and now I'm doing exactly what you wanted. He's my son and he'll never be yours," i sneered. "You have a son at home too take care off,"

With one last glance at his now pale stricken face, I rapidly tried to blink my tears away. My heart thudded in my chest as he ever so slowly walked past me and out of my office with the word 'hurt' written all over him. Y/s/n didn't ever need a father in his life and he still doesn't need one now.