"Your son?" Hermione snapped, "Your son?" She repeated choking slightly on the words and her own anger, "Your son was brought into my Emergency department yesterday afternoon by his father who was so badly injured everyone thought the baby had been splinched in transport. But I knew better." Her voice shook with fury. "Your son. I didn't know who he was, or who had cursed him. But I know that no child deserves to die like that. No child deserves death Astoria." Hermione took a deep shaky breath, "your son lay there bleeding out. He couldn't even cry Astoria. Your beautiful baby, the spitting image of his father. The man who's life you've made an absolute living hell. I will never ever be able to forget the way Your son looked at me, the peace in his eyes finally. I will have nightmares of his tiny body broken and bloody if I ever manage to sleep again. YOUR son is dead Astoria. You murdered him yesterday." Astoria's eyes went wide, and her face paled. Hermione breathed willing herself to calm down. her anger cooling. Scorpius was fine and Astoria had no legal claim on him anymore. 