8

I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione. You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. It flew towards me, the ball of light, right through my chest and straight through me. Right here. And I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.

a friend of mine on twitter requested that I draw Daddy Draco and his young bookworm son Scorp so here it is just when i said i would devote my afternoon to other owed art whoops

I love the headcanon that Draco and Astoria completely redid the Manor after the war to make it feel warmer and comfy, and I think they would also have a spacey library so that Scorpius could read to his heart’s content! Draco would totally recommend more books to little Scorp when he’s done plowing through his previous stack of literature ehehe//