On a bright, sunny day at Hogwarts two boys were enjoying the day outside. One of the boys had pale skin and very light blonde hair. He was propped up against the trunk of the tree, a book in hand, reading. The other one had his head in the blonde’s lap complaining about a flower crown made of dandelions that was stuck atop his head.

Albus wondered for a moment what had awoken him in the impermeable darkness of the Slytherin dorms in the middle of the night as he heard a muffled whimper from the bed next to his - Scorpius’ bed.