A Scorpius short story

Scorpius never slept anymore. He would just have nightmares of the last days spent with her. Everytime he closed his eyes, it would flash by- all the memories, unspoken words, the horribly loud silence and ringing in his ears before she was gone.

He tried not to let it show, how much it was hurting inside. When he thought about it, which was almost everyday, his breathing became more shallow. His heart started to speed up, reliving all that anxiety.

On one occasion when he tried to sleep, he woke up screaming and his pajamas shirt soaked with sweat. His pillow was stained with tears and Albus was shaking him.

Now, he roamed the dark and open corridors of Hogwarts while his fellow wizards and witches were in deep slumber. He could see the night sky, count the number of stars- many, and everything felt peaceful.

Everyday felt like a war, and every night when the bullies retreated, he felt safe. In some ways, Hogwarts was his home, a sanctuary.

Then the loud mewing from Miss Noris and Filch's what is it, what is it?! rang through to the long hallways, and Scorpius quickly hid himself behind some rather large cabinets.

And in some ways, Scorpius felt like he would never belong anywhere.

A/n:
Originally wanted to write a Scorose one shot but I gave up.

Hope you enjoyed :)