"Hey Al!" A guy shouted out.
"What?" the sandy blond man ask after finishing a mouthful of his doughnut, he is surrounded by a group of people, his admires, team members and his friends.
"What do you mean "what" ? You're still eating breakfast?"
"I had morning practice and I wouldn't be able to concentrate in class if i'm not stuffed!" he mumbled while munching his doughnut.
"The Quidditch game is getting pretty close."
"Good luck out there Alfred"
"You better beat those Slytherins!"
"Away from the crowd, a guy whispered to the other, "Oh man he's here..."
The cursed child walk pass them , people part away to avoid him,he hear those familiar words again , "He's the one with the rumours..."
"It's really him..."
The cursed child look up as he walk pass Alfred who is smiling and boasting.
"Of course I'll win. Because...I'm the HERO!"
He walk past him, not looking back.
Over the years after that incident, Arthur Kirkland the cursed child now in his second last year in Hogwarts, have avoided all contact with the sandy blond haired boy. He force himself to not remember him, once or twice he had thought of asking Dumbledore to erase his memories but he couldn't bring himself to ask him. The memories that is buried deep within him still haunts him daily but they are precious memories, they are the only things left of him, the boy he know see by the corridors or the great hall, is not him. He blamed himself for his death, he knew he should have talked to him at the start and now it hurt so much...it hurts to much to lose him.