Astoria Malfoy noted the curious way her son never took his eyes off the Potter heiress as he bent down to placed a kiss on her knuckles but did not dwell on it further for she was being drawn into a memory of another blonde man whose doting affections never wavered from the moment he had unintentionally stumbled upon her in the same gardens during one of their social gatherings.

"Mr. Malfoy, the Potter family has asked us to inform you that Lily Potter has passed away yesterday." Scorpius let the words curl itself into little tongues of regret and guilt at his feet, watching as it consumed his entire being. Gone. How smoothly it forms in the mouth. How lightly it falls off the tongue. How violently it dismantles the heart.

Fred pulled her to her feet and placed an arm around her waist, just like McGonagall taught them. They waltzed around the Common Room for a while to a tune of rapidly beating heartbeats and the soft licking of flames from the hearth. For a moment, there was nothing else in the world Fred would rather have than this moment. A Hermione/Fred story of love and lost.

"At the rate he's going, he's going to break our record Padfoot." James commented, chuckling as he took the newspaper from Remus. "And that is no laughing matter," Lily snapped. "He is breaking the law!" Harry gets into a little trouble upon arriving at Hogwarts. A one-shot of Harry in his second year in an alternate universe setting where Lily and James are still alive.