An owl came while we packed. Scorpius frowned after reading the letter. "Sorry, he said..." Suddenly, he broke of into a huge smile. "He said yes!!!" Well, looks like my mom's dream has been completed. And so has mine (running away from mom, obviously)! But, you see, my mother's dream wasn't exactly completed the way she wanted it to be. No, instead of marrying Scorpius, I will now be changing my surname legally to Malfoy, since they are now adopting me! By the way, I had sent my mother an owl, explaining everything. Of course she said yes, as this was a dream come true for her (sort of)! As I got off the train a few hours later, I found Draco, my now father, smiling warmly. At least I now have a propoer family! So, I conclude: Not always do rich purebloods lead good lives. It doesn't matter if you were raised a mudblood (sorry, Pansy Parkinson a.k.a ex-mom taught me to always say "mudblood", instead of muggle-born, so now it's stuck in my head), or a Squib, as you can still lead a happy life, where your family will always accept you (besides Petunia Dursley not accepting Lily Evans. But may Lily rest in peace).