Albus closed his eyes feeling rather disgusted with himself. He should have known that his father would have a load of safe guards on that wine. After all, The Chosen One had a knack for getting what was locked behind a door, it was natural to think he would be good at putting locks on doors or at the very least making the person who stole what was behind it sorry they did. Then suddenly, he felt a very familiar sensation. One that he had felt whenever he was by himself and had a lot of “built up” stress.

For the first time, Scorpius understood the rush that Albus felt as he walked out onto the field and saw the fans on the stands waiting for the game to begin. The exhilaration was absolutely incredible, Scorpius felt like he was on top of the world.

Albus simply smiled. That’s my boyfriend, he thought.

Albus’ dreams had also begun to increase in severity. He would see Lily standing over a cauldron of iron and to his horror, saw a translucent hand guiding a knife to her hand and cutting into it. Lily’s hand seemed to have suffered several similar injuries, Albus could see each individual cut as if it was freshly made. But as quickly as he saw them, they disappeared, leaving no trace of the scars.