There were tables scattered around the ballroom, all adorned with dinosaur balloons, and confetti. Harry, Draco, Lily, and Hermione sat together at one of them, watching as the kids played with some of the adults. A gaming system was set up, and James was competing with Ron and Scorpius to get the top score. Desirae and Rachel were being chased by Neville, Blaise was entertaining Daphne's children and Rose and Hugo, Arthur was engaged in a heated discussion with Lucius about the progress of muggle technology (What is a 'Myphone,' Exactly?) Pansy was wobbling around, eating her weight in food (Don't you judge me, Harry. I'm eating for two,) Fred and George were showing their new products to Maria and her boyfriend, using Sirius as a test subject while Remus watched with rapt interest. Ultimately, it was a crazy day.

"I'm not looking forward to the amount of presents that Scorpius is going to receive." Harry frowned.

"Did you expect anything less?" Draco asked, bouncing Orion on his knee.

"Well, no. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Don't worry, Harry. I'll help you shrink them for transport." Hermione patted his hand.

"Thanks, 'Mione."

"I wish I could do magic." Draco said wistfully.

"It's great." Ron said, sitting down beside him and stuffing a finger sandwich down his throat.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I wish that Scorpius was able to, more than myself. I don't want him to ever be bitter toward his siblings."

"I don't think he will be." Lily said. "My sister was bitter to me, and she still only speaks to me occasionally. But Scorpius knows about magic and he still loves his siblings so much."

"That's true. Aunt Petunia is a nasty woman, though." Harry shivered. "If I lived with her, I imagine I would have grown up in the cupboard under her stairs."

"Harry." Lily scolded.

James joined the party at the table, "I heard Tuney's name mentioned."

"I was just saying I would have grown up in the cupboard under the stairs if I had grown up with them."

James thought about it for a second. "I think you're not far off the mark, son."

"James, that is my sister."

"And she's awful, Lils."

Lily narrowed her eyes, but a smile was playing on her lips.

"Alright!" Narcissa called over the commotion of the party. "It is time for the birthday boy to blow out the candles! Scorpius, come sit at the head table, honey."

Scorpius did as he was told, smiling as he made his way to the head table, sitting down in the makeshift throne.

...

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy birthday Dear Scorpius,

Happy Birthday to you!

The giant plate of cookies- at least 200- was placed in front of me. The lights had all been turned off and the only source of light was the glow from the eleven candles.

My mouth was watering as I gazed at the melty, gooey, goodness that was the work of none other than my Grandma Narcissa. She really was the best cook. Aunt Molly was in second place.

"Make a wish!" Dad called. He was holding Orion in his arms, and struggling to fight the baby's hands away from his glasses.

I wish...I wish that my family will always be happy. I thought about wishing for magic, but it was too late for that.

I took a deep breath, and blew out the candles. The room suddenly went dark. It was ten seconds, not that I was counting, before the lights were turned on. As they were, the clock struck 3:33 PM. I was officially eleven years old.

Gasps were suddenly heard throughout the room. I followed the gaze of Uncle Ron and saw an owl.

"Calm down, kids. I'm sure it's just a letter from the Ministry." Grandpa James said, putting his arm out expectantly.

The owl didn't stop on Grandpa James' arm, and instead dropped a letter right on top of my plate of cookies. I reached for it, feeling the heavy material of wizarding parchment in my hand.

I turned the letter over and gasped, making eye contact with my dads.

I began to read aloud.

"Mister S, Malfoy-Potter

Head table, Birthday Party

Malfoy Manor

Wiltshire

England"

My Dads were in shock. Well, everyone was in shock, including myself.

"I thought I wasn't magic?!" I said, excitement leaking into my voice.

Dad had made his way to the table, followed by Aunt Hermione.

"Go on and open it." Dad smiled at me. "Go on."

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Malfoy-Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall.

"I'm going to Hogwarts!" I yelled, pumping my fist into the air, "I'm a wizard!"

My family suddenly began to clap for me, some of them crying, Mostly my Grandmas and Aunt Pansy. Dad a little bit, but I would never tell him I saw him cry. He would be mad.

"Scorpius." Father said, a hand on my shoulder. "Congratulations, son. But I have a question for you."

"Yeah?"

"Can you talk to snakes?"

I looked at my father. "I don't know. I always thought I could but I think that was just me pretending?"

"Can you understand me?" Dad asked.

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow "Of course I can. I speak English after all."

"Oh my god." someone said.

"Merlin's pants!" Uncle Ron yelled. "He's a bloody parselmouth!"

"What?" I looked at my dad, confusion clouding over my happiness. "Is that bad? Am I in trouble?"

"God, no son." Harry beamed. "You have a skill that you should be very proud of."

"What is it?"

"You can speak to snakes."

"What? You're having me."

"No, I'm not. We always assumed that you didn't have magic because you never had magic manifest-,"

"Does that mean I'm weak?"

"N0, no no no. Uncle Neville didn't have magic manifest either, bud." Aunty Ginny said.

"Anyway, son. Because you never had magic manifest as what we're used to and since your father is a muggle, we just assumed you were too. It's not an unfair assumption you see." I nodded my head in agreement. "We over looked how your magic was manifesting. You can talk to snakes."

"We overlooked it because you always had such a good imagination, Scorpius." Father said.

"So I've been magic this whole time?! This whole time, the conversations I've had with snakes have been real?"

"Since I never heard you speak to them, I had no idea." Dad said.

"Perhaps you should get him a pet snake after all, Harry." Aunt Hermione laughed.

"I suppose." Dad smiled. "What do you think, Draco?"

"Well, it says here that you can't take snakes to Hogwarts. I don't want a snake threating me in my home, Harry."

"I can speak to them as well, you know. I would be able to control it while Scorp is at Hogwarts."

I smiled up at my Dads. "Hogwarts. I'm going to Hogwarts."

Fin