I have read CC immediately after the script's publication and have found myself loving it despite its plot holes, characterizations inconsistency and tons of other problems, mainly because the friendship (?) between Albus and Scorpius. While Harry/Albus was the second most important relationship in the play, I was far more interested in the Draco/Scorpius dynamic. I was pleasantly surprised to find myself sympathize with Draco for perhaps the very first time. Reading Albus befriending Scorpius at the beginning, I could not help wondering what Draco would have thought about that. The idea blossomed and has taken on a life of its own that I just had to write it. Here is my version of what happened.

This is the very first fanfic I have written and English is not my first language, so there could be some mistakes but I am rather satisfied with it. Enjoy ^^

Standing on Platform 9 3/4, he tried to focus his attention on his son's blonde head, which was being gently patted by Astoria at the moment, to calm his nerves and ignore all the whispers and disgusted looks thrown his way. Draco would be lying if he said these didn't bother him at all, but he had gotten used to them for the most part over the years. Everything didn't seem to matter to him when he could just retreat himself in the Malfoy Manor, with his loving wife and precious son. But looking at the whistling red engine next to him, he realised that he was terrified of what the future held for his son.

The ex-Death Eater was perfectly aware that he was not the sole target of all the pointedly looks, in fact, people seemed to be way more interested in his son's parentage than his own past. Just the mere thought of the rumours that his son was the son of the Dark Lord angered him and there was nothing he wanted to do more than rebuking the gossipers in their faces, but he tried to keep his head down to avoid attracting more attention. He looked at the splitting image of his eleven-year-old self, with the same slender build, the same fine blonde hair, the same pointy face and pale complexion, how could anyone ever doubt who Scorpius' father was? Of course, it could be argued that despite his outer resemblance, Scorpius was the complete opposite from who Draco was as a child.

Presently the child was smiling up to his mother while being enveloped by her skinny arms. Astoria had given him an excessive amount of money for sweets, which was the best thing she could do to cheer him up during his journey. "I promise, mum." declared Scorpius in his high-pitched and excited voice, "I will share my sweets with ALL the friends I make on the train."

Draco looked at his son tenderly, but was inwardly surprised by his wife's naivety. If only it could be so easy to make friends. How he wished he could forever shelter him from the world and its cruelty. He had no doubt that a lot of the children would have heard of the rumour. They would have been warned by their parents and would likely not want to have anything to do with his boy. Children could be extremely cruel, heck, he should know, he was cruel himself, especially to Longbottom… with a sinking heart, he realised that Longbottom was now a Hogwarts professor, what if he still held grudges against himself? He should have sent Scorpius to Durmstrang after all, but how could he have refused the only thing his boy had ever requested.

The train whistled again, it was almost time to go. Astoria had finally let go of Scorpius, freeing him to turn to Draco. Looking at his son's solemn face, he sighed and pulled him into a tight hug, which was something he rarely ever did. He loved his son more than life itself but he had never been one to show and communicate his emotions. "Remember to write to us as soon as possible. We would be proud of you no matter which house you are sorted into" said Draco into his son's shoulder, in an unusually thick voice.

"I promise." He finally let go and sent his son away to fend for himself in a cruel world.