Stories by Hobbity321

(Or That Time When Scorpius Became a Hippogriff Because He Was a Huge Prat). "Choices are made, fates are sealed...Near-bonds broken are finally healed...Centuries of pride and strife, broken...through love, a much better token...with wing and claw, or hand and hand, the heir's choices will decide..." she'd looked directly at Scorpius. "Choose carefully, young scorpion..."

"Let me be the first to congratulate you boys!" The headmistress said, beaming at them. "Why, I'm sure this is the first male pregnancy I've heard of in-" "Over a century," Scorpius muttered. "We know. We've heard." "Exactly!" She was undeterred by his gloomy expression. "And between a Potter and a Malfoy! Why, I never-!" "Imagined," Albus repeated. "We know. We've heard."

The past is something that fades into the background as you grow older: especially if you want to forget it. Sometimes, though, it has a way of coming back and biting you straight in the arse. A de-aging story.