Scorpius listened to Jamie speak. His grandmother was dead. If Voldemort had control, he didn't see another option for her. She wouldn't have turned to him, and it was likely that he would have killed her even if he would have agreed. He ran fingers through hair. His parents were there. He wasn't sure how much he liked that, even if he was glad they were safe. They said they were going into hiding. He was just going to go on as he usually would and help when needed. Lori and Al were both safe, and so were his siblings, when they came. He couldn't seem to fight off a bit of sadness though, as he wondered who else had been lost.