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—Albus Severus Potter;
I felt like after all this time i'm always looking for Albus's real voice
What kind of feeling that child felt?
What did he think about..?
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From three siblings he is the second,
James Sirius, as the very first is very spoiled,
And the same for the youngest, Lily Luna,
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While Albus stood alone looking at us from afar,
Even i ask him to come closer, he didn't want to,
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I felt like all this time i'm always looking for his real voice,
His heart's feeling,
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"Albus is like cherry blossom petals that bloomed in the middle of spring—that's how short he lived,"
Dad I'm Okay
(c) Euclair
Harry Potter (c) JK Rowling
It was a sunny day. Potter's family having a great picnic day in the hills. They celebrated their second son, Albus Severus's seventh birthday. Ginny, James, and Lily ate snacks and sandwiches happily on the picnic mat. While Albus stood alone from afar. Harry, full of worried feeling, walked closer to his younger son.
"Albus, come here," said Harry, asking his second son to come closer. But Albus shook his head quickly.
"Hey, it's your birthday! So have your present here," Harry touched his son's hand softly. Placing a big green box to him. Albus looked interested about what is inside that thing, so he come closer to his dad. Harry smiled.
"Is this... for.. me?" Albus asked his dad doubtfully.
"Yes, let's open it together," said Harry, tried to persuade his son. Albus nodded slowly.
They opened the present. Albus's eyes go wider when he finally sees the thing.
It's a ball. Big one. What's this thing for? He wasn't sure about it.
"Uhm... Is this.. a ball?" asked Albus, mixed with unsure feeling.
Harry noded.
"Yes this is a ball for football, one of the famous games in the muggles world. It's quite similar with Quidditch," explained Harry. Albus began to intereseted to knowing more about that thing.
"How to play with it?" He asked.
"Just kick the ball to the goal post , and goal! You'll get points," shouted Harry loudly.
There was a sudden pause.
"Want to try it?" asked Harry, he placed the ball on the ground.
"Er... Are you sure, Dad? You want me to kick the ball?"
"Yes. Come on. Try it, Al!"
Albus noded. He pulled his leg back, and then kicked the ball firmly. The ball bounced away up to the sky, quite far.
"Yeah, just like that! Wow, you're great, Albus!" said Harry proudly.
Albus felt really happy.
"Dad, thanks for the present," said Albus, smiling to his dad.
"Glad that you like it," Harry ruffled his son's black hair.
The atmosphere is really comfortable. They both sat on the hills, enjoying the cool breeze that blows. There are blooming cherry blossom pettals blown arround them.
"Dad, look at that! That flower petals are beautiful," Albus looked amazed.
"It's called cherry blossom flowers, son. Indeed, it's a beautiful thing, but unfortunately it only blooms when spring season come,"
"So, it's not lasted forever?" said Albus with a bit of dissapointment in his green eyes.
"Yes, and you should know, Albus. Nothing beautiful in your life lasted forever, so be grateful for everything you have now,"
"Okay, Dad. I'm really grateful because you're my dad!"
"And so am i, Albus,"
They hugged. Harry hope that his family will be happy, forever and after, like this time. He hope that everything will be all right. Always.
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Times passed quickly. Albus has grown, he finally an eleven years old boy. Enoughly to begin a new life as a wizard in Hogwarts. But after it, he feels like his world began to messed up. One hundred eighty degree. Totally messed up.
Albus is diffrent from his siblings. He is sorted to Slytherin, the only Potter-Weasley that ended up to Slytherin House. Of course, he felt ashamed.
He is the only one who can't flying with broomstick, not even to make his broom up a single milimetre. He isn't that good in every lesson.
Albus also become friend with a Malfoy, and it seems that he doesn't even care about the rumors. Rumors about he is the son of Voldemort. Screw it. Scorpius is a nice guy. He is the only Albus's friend—that can be said as a real friend—truly best friend. While other people would bullied him, called Albus as a Slytherin squib, mock him as an useless Potter, said that he is nothing like his dad, he is either nothing like his siblings. Its's really make him sad. But Scorpius is not like that. He always tried to make Albus happy, because he felt the same way that Albus did. He know about how it feels to be different and bullied. At least, Albus can still feel grateful because he has a friend like him.
Albus has changed now. He choosed to lock himself alone, away from people and the world, even his own family. His relationship with his siblings isn't that good for now. Rose, his cousin and was his best friend, rarely to speak with him now. It looks like she is avoiding him, same as his younger sister, Lily have done to him. And in other side, James and his friends, enjoyed to bullying Al, his little brother.
Both of his parents are busy with their own job. They rarely talk to him, even to write a single letter to him. Albus felt completely alone. He kept all his sadness in his own heart. He doesn't want other people know, he doesn't want other people worried for nothing like him.
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He never say about it to anyone else, the pain that he is suffering.
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—To Be Continued—
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A/N :
Hello, this is my first time ever to write a fic in English. English isn't my first language, so big sorry if there are mistakes. Feel free to correct me, and i'll really appreciated it if you do.
Anyway, i'm new into this fandom. I finished reading The Cursed Child's script about a week ago. I feel sorry for Albus, poor boy. He is suffering a lot. And i will make him suffering more (evillaugh)
Btw, there aren't enough information about what exactly his birthday date, so i make it myself arround spring season.
This fic also inspired by japanese dorama, "Okaa-san, ore wa daijoubu (母さん, 俺は大丈夫) / Mom, i'm okay,". I picked a few of same plot, so if you already watched that drama you'll know what will happened next~ *winkwonk* Please left some reviews, and see you in the next chapter!
Thanks,
Euclair