It hadn’t been long, only a few days, when I got a house-call from Draco Malfoy.

“Lou, please I need your help.” He sounded desperate; I hadn’t seen him in tears for quite a long time. “Scorpius is sending me letters, he is crying. He wants to come home. All because of Potter. That damn Potter.” He sat I the armchair again. “He’s separated them. Classes, even using a map of some kind. Forcing them apart!”

“You have to talk to Harry. You have to get to the root of the problem. Albus and Harry are the root.” I tried to sound calming to him, I didn’t know if it was working.

“Albus and Harry isn’t that always the problem?”

“Just talk to him, see what we can do and if you need support I’ll come.” I tried to work out what had changed. so far, all that was different was that Ron and Hermione had not gotten married. It was strange but I couldn’t get back to our actual world. I was mad at them and yet really scared at the same time.

“I can take on Potter” taunted Draco.

“No fighting, Please! Just don’t!” They’ve done it before. I’ve seen them. I couldn’t have them do it all over again.

“It is his fault” and he left through the entrance. I’m a transitional being. It is my curse to be trapped and it seemed that I was trapped in an alternate universe created by the boys. I didn’t see this going well.