One Impossible Thing Left to Do
Summary: Albus Severus Potter, Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy. Unlikely friendship? Definitely. Amazing together? The best. Constantly in danger? Always. Dream of giving up? Of course not. Albus, Rose and Scorpius are Hogwarts' next Golden Trio. They save the wizarding world from the next group of Death Eater's and their leader... You'll find out soon... That is, if you read...
Chapter One
It doesn't matter that I'm in Slytherin. It makes no difference. Dad won't mind, he said so. Mum definitely won't mind. But… I mind. Everyone in the Great Hall expected me to be in Gryffindor and so, when the Stupid Sorting Hat shouted to the world that I was in Slytherin, the hall erupted in a million different whispering voices that even Headmistress McGonagall couldn't control. In the end, it was Hagrid getting up and shouting for everyone to shut up. Literally.
If my dad and mum don't care that I'm in Slytherin, the house of the snakes and of course, Voldemort, no one else will, right? But… I'm still too scared to leave my dorm. The Slytherin's in the common room will just say I don't belong here, and if I go anywhere else, I'll be subjected to a tonne of jeering and staring faces. I think the best option is my dorm. But the others I share my dorm with will be back soon, so I'll 'escape' for a while then.
"Hey, Albus," I whip my head round and quick as a flash have my wand out, seeing that it's Scorpius Malfoy. Malfoy and my dad were never friends and since he's in Slytherin, I'm supposing Scorpius Malfoy is no different to his father. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you! I just… wanted to make a… a friend. And I don't know. You seemed like the right person." I sneered.
"Why, because you think I don't have any others? Or is this some sick prank the other Snakes made you do?" My own voice astonishes me, it's cold, shallow… it's… slithery. Snake-like. My thoughts register on my face, but I immediately try to cover it up. I won't let a Malfoy see me weak.
"I- what?! Have you seen me walking around today? No, of course not because you've been too busy moping round. You know, all day, I've heard Rose Weasley, James Potter, Molly Weasley and Roxanne and Fred Weasley asking round for you everywhere. But, of course, as a natural Slytherin, all YOU thought about was yourself and not what others were doing for you! And to think I thought you were different." A Malfoy 'slamming' me is against the rules of the Potters. In no way was I going to let that happen.
"Oh, oh, no. You did not. YOU DID NOT just call me a 'natural Slytherin!' I am so much MORE than that! I'm a Potter! I'm the son of the man who defeated VOLDEM-!" I'm cut off by Malfoy shaking his head fervently and bellowing a furiously,
"NO!" As soon as the Ferret's son (yes, I heard about that story) was sure I wasn't going to say his name his expression turned from passionate to fearful.
"What was that for? My Aunt Hermione always says, 'fear of a name-'" I'm cut off, again, by Malfoy. But this time, less urgently.
"Increases fear of the thing itself.' I know. My grandfather told me about that when he would actually-… I mean when I was younger. He said your aunt stood up to him for Harry."
"Y-yes. It's kinda creepy how much you know about me and my family you know?" Malfoy's expression softens. Until he laughs. Laughs so much it's like it's taking away his lungs, or taking away his life. I'm concerned at first until one thought comes to mind – I don't care if he dies. "Oh, shut up. I'm going to bed now. That is, if you've finished grovelling and slamming me?"
"Yes, yes. Okay. Do what you want, I was only—trying. To be. Nice." He carries on laughing but quieter. Quiet enough for me to quickly get changed and flop into bed before drifting straight off to sleep.
In the morning, my head feels clear, and at first I can't figure out why. Or how. That is, until I think back to yesterday. My snappiness, my attitude, and worst of all my Slytherin-ness. I snap my head up from the pillow and get out of bed, hoping Malfoy is still there – I really could use a friend if his offer still stands. I feel like that opera singer, Eden what's-her-name, in the muggle Christmas story - Barbie, A Christmas Carol or whatever it was. She feels like a new person on Christmas day after the three Christmas spirits visit her. I feel like a different person today because my memories and sleep came back to me.
"Malfoy? Malfoy? I know you're awake. You were downstairs at least two hours ago yesterday." My voice is quiet, so I tug at his bed covers, not wanting to open the drapes, just in case.
"Yes. Yes, I'm awake."
"I… I'm sorry about yesterday, I was tired, lame excuse I know, and… and scared, and ashamed. I… I need a friend. I want you as a friend. Does your offer still stand?"
"Of course, Albus. From now on in, we're friends." And suddenly we both realise that we've been stupid and are grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
