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Draco: I’m not here to antagonize you. But my son is in tears and I am his father so I’m here to ask you why you would keep apart two good friends.”

Scorpius wrote to him. He must have.

Imagine him going up to the owlery, to his big eagle owl and sending a tear blotched letter back home. Albus won’t speak to me. His dad won’t let him. I’m all alone.

Imagine Draco receiving this letter. He’d be furious, obviously. He’d owl McGonagall. There’s nothing I can do. Mr. Potter cannot be reasoned with. He has threatened ministry action.

And they didn’t do it. Draco had just lost his wife. Someone who he, obviously, adored. Someone who he had watched die slowly due to a blood curse. He received a letter asking if he could be helped. And his mind went to one place. His son.

His emotional, devastated son, who had been scorned since before he was even born and picked on since he boarded the train to Hogwarts. His son, who had to go back to school before his mother was even buried.

He thought of him. All he asked for was a statement. A true statement. the Potters refused.