Draco faced Aberforth, Lily and all the crowd of wizards who were gawping at the heated exchange. He rolled up his sleeve to show his left forearm and a cry of anguish rose from them. The Death Eater's mark was there, red as if it had been carved yesterday and pulsating. The snake was moving and Potter sensed his scar burn for the first time in almost twenty years.
"How do you explain this?" asked Draco aggressively. "You've let people enter the realm without knowing a thing about it; now the poor idiots have disappeared, where's Lovegood's husband with his magical creatures? And do tell me where is my son, Scorpius?"
Albus Severus Potter sensed his knees abandon him.
"I... he told me he wanted to find a necromancer but I didn't take him seriously. I think he has managed to pass the threshold, since the Malfoys are gardians of the Realm's gates and such. He... said he wanted to see his Ma again. I'm sorry Mr Malfoy, I had no idea he could do it!"

Lily was about to answer when Aberforth rose from his chair. Few people had recognized him as the former bartender of the Hog's Head Tavern as he looked as if he were in his late twenties. "Let me answer this, Lily. You can come to the Realm or stay in this world, Mr Malfoy, we do not force anyone to pass the threshold but know that your own father is its guardian as every member of the Malfoy's lineage for centuries. He should have taught you this, at the very least. Why do you think Voldemort wanted you both as his followers, as his 1st inner circle of Death Eaters? You aren't half as evil or smart as you think you are."