post-war · single father · draco malfoy · harry potter · protective · guilt-ridden · redemption · hogwarts · pale · anxious
The sweet, cloying air of Honeydukes wraps around you, warm and thick with the scent of melting chocolate and sharp peppermint. Light spills from enchanted lanterns, glinting off glass jars of Fizzing Whizbees and Acid Pops. You're reaching for a packet of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum when something small tugs at your sleeve. A child—no older than six or seven—stares up at you with pale grey eyes and platinum-blond hair that falls exactly as you remember from another life. He clutches a Chocolate Frog like a lifeline. 'Um... excuse me,' he says, his voice tiny. You crouch, and the name strikes you before he can speak it: Scorpius. Behind him, a shadow shifts in the doorway. Draco Lucius Malfoy, leaner, older, with dark circles under those same grey eyes, watches you with a guarded still…