So, I came up with the idea of challenging myself to write a drabble of sorts, maybe longer, inspired by whatever images I roll on Rory's Story Cubes (for those who don't know, they're dice with different pictures on meant to inspire stories). They'll all be centred around Albus and Scorpius, some platonic, some romantic, some All Human, some canon, etcetera. I'll see what it's like as it comes.

So, for the first roll, the dice showed the following symbols:

A Clock (time), a Hand, an Aeroplane, a set of Scales (law/order/justice), a Sheep, a Question Mark, a Pyramid, a Goldfish, and a Crescent Moon (night).

Places where I incorporated these into the text will be flagged in bold.

This particular one-shot is All Human.

So here we go. I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned.

The feud between the Potters and the Malfoys was legendary, but no one could remember how it had started. It was as though the world had been shaped with it in existence, right at the beginning of time.

Of course, there were many, many, many explanations concocted for it. But no one could ever agree on any one reason.

James Potter had claimed that Lucius Malfoy's grandfather had stolen a sheep from his grandfather. Lucius Malfoy claimed that James Potter's great-grandfather had one time intentionally injured an award-winning prize racehorse his grandfather had owned. Harry Potter claimed that he would have been willing to see past old animosity and be civil towards Draco Malfoy had the latter not been so incessantly rude towards his friend Hermione Granger. She'd been a newcomer to the town they'd all lived in for decades, admittedly, but calling her "newbie" even after she'd lived there for ten years seemed extreme. And it was a never confirmed but widely known fact that Draco Malfoy had always been jealous of the friendship between Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, since he'd had to intimidate his own friends into being in his company as a boy.

So when Harry Potter went for a walk with his two sons, and ran into Draco Malfoy and his son, no one expected there to be pleasantries.

"Potter," Draco sneered as Scorpius scrambled over the sty half a step behind him. Harry didn't deign to respond, gifting the other man with a mere nod, as he swept by. The way that Draco was standing, meant that Harry had to brush right up against the wire fence to avoid touching him, and the dark-haired man refused to give Draco the satisfaction of a wince as the nettles stung him through his trousers.

James, Harry's son, however, responded with, "Malfoy. Come to resume your role of being a prick?"

Draco gritted his teeth, and responded with an epithet that had James wrinkling his nose in disgust. But Albus - ever the peacekeeper - just pushed him aside and very pointedly stepped past Draco, who scowled at him. Albus stood in front of the sty for a moment before seeming to grow impatient at Scorpius' struggle of getting over with only one hand free, and reaching down to grasp in wrist and, gently, yank him over.

Scorpius flushed at the scrutinising looks both adults sent him and Albus, whose attention was suddenly fixed on the bag in his hand. "What is that?"

Scorpius shifted nervously, but surprisingly, there was no hatred in Albus' stare. "A goldfish."

Albus blinked. "Why do you have a goldfish?"

Scorpius shifted again. "Because."

Albus blinked again. "Oh."

Then Scorpius' father was pulling him along and the peaceful moment was broken, as James shoved into Albus from behind until he started moving again. The boy mechanically climbed over the sty and kept walking.

The boys met again later that night, this time alone. It was dark, but Scorpius was climbing a tree in the woods behind his house; Albus was doing the same. The strip of woods, about a mile thick, were a barrier between the Potters' lands, and the Malfoys' lands. Although Draco was very protective of his son, as he had been since Astoria had died, and he was loathe to let him out of his sight, he allowed him to play on his own in the woods. He knew that his son was lonely - a side effect of being a Malfoy; the town were still prejudiced against their family since Lucius had been one of the main supporters of an extreme political movement that had ripped family's apart - and that meant he was more lenient when it came to playing. It was why he'd bought Scorpius a goldfish: so he had someone to talk to, even if they didn't talk back.

They were both lonely, in a way.

Albus was there because he'd argued with his dad again. Besides, James was notorious for sneaking wherever and whenever he felt like it, and though Harry was very much aware of it, he'd never reprimanded him, so why couldn't he do the same?

Whatever the circumstances, the important thing was that they met, that strip of woods a neutral green as they eyed each other from several metres off the ground in their respective trees, the space between them much more than what it was.

Finally, Scorpius said, "Hi, Scorpius. I mean, I'm Scorpius. You're Albus. I'm Scorpius." He fidgeted on the branch, and looked unsettlingly close to falling off.

Albus said, "I knew that."

It was a quiet phrase, with no hostility, but one that had Scorpius stammering again.

"I know- I know you knew my name but it's polite- I mean it's nice to have a formal introduction." He grinned, but it was weak. "So, hi. I'm Scorpius." He held out his hand over the gap, even though Albus was metres away from him, he left it there.

Albus said cautiously, "I'm Albus. Albus Severus." He lifted his hand and stretched it out over the gap himself. He pretended to close it round an imaginary hand, and shook it. Scorpius' eyes widened, but he was quick to grin, and reciprocate the gesture.

"Well, we've gotten so far," Albus mused. "Why not be friends?"

Scorpius flushed. He seemed to do that a lot. "Friends?" He asked, and a thrill laced his voice. "Okay."

They spent time together until well past midnight, building pyramids out of sticks and setting light to them, making paper aeroplanes out of the notebook Scorpius had in his pocket and flying messages to each other from their spots high up in trees.

"Why do you think it exists?" Albus asked finally, his pale face lit by the glow of their tiny bonfire. "The feud, I mean."

There was a moment of silence to commemorate the heaviness of the question, before Scorpius said. "I don't know. But I swear, this sort of thing should be illegal or something. It's just. . . pointless, how long we've spent hating each other."

Albus was quiet, then, "I don't know. But my dad's a police officer, so I think he'd know if it was illegal or not. I don't care though," he continued fiercely. "I like you, and I want you to be my friend, and no pointless feud or age old grudge is going to stop that."

Scorpius said, very quietly, "Agreed."

They reached over the fire and clasped hands.

And so the world ended.

And a new one began.

Should I continue with the whole one-shot series idea? I know it's short, but this'll probably just be a bunch of drabbles, unless I have the inspiration to write a long one. What did you think? Review?