My Mother Kept A Garden

The holidays in the Malfoy household were often very quiet. It was Christmas Eve and the Malfoy family came together for a meal. It was absolutely true to say that you could hear a pin drop. So when Albus's owl came bursting through the window and landed next on Scorpius chair it made for quite a mortifying situation. Scorpius, red in the face, pulled the letter from the owl, smiling, then left it with a piece of his dinner before it's journey home.
"Who is it from?" His grandfather, Lucius Malfoy, asked in a stern voice. His smile vanished suddenly recognizing the terror of the situation. His father was aware of his friendship with the young potter that had developed in his first term at Hogwarts but his extended family were unaware of it, due to their own ignorance.
"Um-" "Um is not an answer, Scorpius." Lucius sat straight and tall. His sharp nose pointed towards him and his eyes furrowed, all of it drawing to his eyes - identical to Scorpius.
"It's just my friend from school, my dorm mate." Scorpius tried his best to avoid the question. He glanced smally at his father who was biting the inside of his cheek. It's no secret that the Lucius Malfoy hated the hero Harry Potter and therefore anybody who chooses to associates with him.
"Scorpius. Who is it from." He was running out of patience for games. Scorpius' hands shook with fear. His parents gave him sympathetic looks, knowing there was no way for their son to get out of the situation.
"My friend, Albus." Scorpius whispered.
"Louder, please. Scorpius." His voice boomed, filling the room with cold tense air.
"Albus." He said as loud as his voice allowed him, avoiding any eye contact with his family members.
"Potter. Out of all children to be friends you chose a Potter. I knew you were soft but I had hoped that you would've known better. You stupid child." Despite the deep cuts of the insult the way in which it was delivered left Scorpius feeling rather strange. He wasn't sad or scared, the tone caused him to feel disappointed in himself. How could he have been so dumb? His grandfather had warned him against the Potter family for as long as he could remember so how was he so stupid to befriend the Potter Boy. He crumbled up the letter from Albus and threw it onto the floor and the dinner continued on in silence.

As most would imagine the 11 year old was mighty excited to leave the tension behind in the family room. He couldn't wait to tuck in his bed and fall asleep to wake up to a beautiful Christmas morning. But the second he reached the emptiness of his room he only felt full of rage. He heard his parents fighting with their elders, no doubt about him. He was filled to the brim with this new type of anger. His hands tightened into fists so hard that his nails buried themselves into his palms. He disregarded the pain it caused and searched for anything relating to Albus Potter. He was never going to talk to him again. He pulled his trunk from school and found a small box filled with small pieces of origami that Albus would make in class. He held the box close to him and walked towards the closest fireplace in his parents room, passing the fighting relatives. He sat in front of it and one by one through each piece of art into the fire. The orange glow from the fire fed into his rage. He felt tears boil down his face.
"Scorpius?" his mother appeared in the doorway, he didn't notice from the loud crackling in the firepit.
"Scorpius." His mother approached him quickly fearing he was going to burn himself.
"Scorpius!" She yelled yanking him away from the fire. Scorpius, in surprise by the sudden contact having no idea of his mother presence, kicked the box on causing all of the little artworks to spill out in front of him and his mother.
"What's this?" She asked holding him in his lap. Scorpius couldn't find the words to explain. Hot tears continued to spill as he hugged his mother. She took it into her own hands to examine the situation. She noticed the small collections of paper hearts, butterflies, and cranes made of pages ripped from school books. She looked at the little box they were stored in. It simply read; "Property of Scorpius Malfoy". She knew it was very uncharacteristic of Scorpius to tear up his own books. She thought about who could've made them and how Scorpius became owner of them. She knew only one boy who could've made them. Albus Potter. She sighed recognizing what caused the situation. She cradled him as his tears fell and offered the only advice she could.
"You are not stupid, Scorpius. You're grandfather has no right to say that to you or about you. He does not know you Scorpius. Take his saying with a grain of salt." Scorpius looked up at her.
"But he's right, he warned-" Astoria interrupted me.
"He is wrong. You're grandfather is wrong most of the time. Scorpius, Albus is the most amazing friend to you and I'm so glad you have him." She pulled out a crumpled letter and handed it to him. "Read it."

Scorpius smiled at his mother and took the note in his sadness he read it to himself. Joyful tears fell from his face as he read the letter from his best friend. It wished Scorpius well and expressed gratitude and happiness for their friendship. He look back to his mother and smiled widely.
"Well go on, you should write back as soon as possible." She said and ushered him to his room carrying the box of paperworks.

Scorpius was proud to be Albus's friend. Scorpius was beyond words proud to be Albus Potter's best friend.