89. PastPost Hogwarts
The image of a small boy walking in what seemed to be a forest was fuzzy, but it was still easy to make out what was happening. Well, for Scorpius it was. The small boy was running, as fast as his legs would carry him and his backpack.
He looked only about five, he slowed down looked behind him then sat down under a large tree to catch his breath. He tried to stop breathing loudly because his father had always warned him about what could be in there on a night like such but he couldn’t
A shadow started moving in the distance and Scorpius pulled his head out of the pensieve. He had hardly thought about that night until then.