Harry blinked against the icy air, wrapping himself up in his own arms as he crept up behind Scorpius, who was staring up at the sky with a tearful smile. His grey eyes, which were so alike to his father’s, were leaking as he traced the stars shining bright against the darkness of the wintery heavens above. He was alone, which made Harry’s mind wander. He, of course, knew that Scorpius would sometimes sit alone in the dark reading while Albus slept because he knew Ron had caught him up reading over the Summer. But this felt different – he was sat out in the freezing cold.