I hate when people call Scorbus “the new Drarry”. Scorpius and Albus were instantly friends since their first year, and had plenty of bro moments which made them shippable. Drarry hated each other since their first year, and only became kind-of friends when they were adults. And Draco was horrible to Harry and his friends the whole time at school. Scorbus is NOT Drarry. There’s a big difference!
THE THING HERE IS: THEY’RE PLAYING WITH MY EMOTIONS AND RIGHT NOW IM EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE. I MEAN, WHY ARE THEY SO LOUD I CANT EVEN BREATHE, I HATE THIS AMAZING MARRIED COUPLE SO MUCH THEY DESERVE THE WORLD
Scorpius has gone limp and heavy; all his weight resting on
Albus. It’s almost impossible to support him while safely holding the wand with
its fragile trail of memory, and Albus is panicking. He’s stuck half shoving
Scorpius away, half shaking him to try and revive him. He needs to wake up. He
needs to stop being an idiot. He can’t be- no, he definitely can’t be dead.
They have all the ingredients now. They’re ready to make the potion now.
They’ve got this far. They have to finish this. Death cannot be an option.
After several exhausting seconds, Albus finally manages to
get some leverage with the one hand he has free, and pushes Scorpius off him.
He lays him gently down on the floor, covering him up with the blanket, then he
kneels beside him and presses his ear to his chest.
There’s a tiny bit of shallow rise and fall, and the soft,
steady, relentless thump of his heart. It sounds so much weaker than it should
do, but it’s hope. Somehow Scorpius is still clinging to life, and as long as
he holds on, Albus can save him.
“Keep going,” he murmurs in Scorpius’s ear.
“I know you can do this. Please, just hold on.” Then he rushes to his
feet, finally turning his attention to Scorpius’s wand and the wafting silver
thread of memory.
Mr Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business. Mr Prongs agrees with Mr Moony and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git. Mr Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a Professor. Mr Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slime-ball.