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WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE SPOILED

A.N. Hi everyone this is my first AS/S fic actually i believe its one of the very first and for those of you who don't know AS/S is Albus Severus Potter / Scorpius Malfoy slash. Enjoy

Chapter One: Scorpius, The Ring and Namesakes

Albus Severus Potter sat on the Gryffindor table of the great hall reminiscing the talk he had with his father 5 years prior before boarding the Hogwarts express for the first time

"...it doesn't matter to us, Al. But if it matter to you, you'll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin. The sorting hat takes your choice into account."
"Really?"
"It did for me," said Harry.
And that's exactly what Albus had done, he begged the hat to place him in Gryffindor lest he be teased by his older brother James, and so the hat granted him his wish although it felt it was a mistake just like his father.

And now staring across the hall, as he had come to do lately, he felt it was a mistake as well. His father may have killed the Dark Lord but he didn't kill house prejudices and his heart was caught in that unending war.

A raucous laughter echoed from the Slytherin table as Scorpius Malfoy said something funny. Albus smiled seeing the beautiful face of Scorpious open into a warm inviting smile. His eyes lingered on his lips lusting for them to meld with his own. Scorpious turned his head and ever so briefly Albus heart fluttered as their eyes met but it was gone, too soon for Albus liking.

"Albus-"
"oof," moaned Albus as an elbow impacted his ribs. "Oi Albus, stop looking at Scorpius no brother of mine will date a Slytherin and they certainly won't be a poof you git," whispered James Potter harshly into Albus ear.

Albus lowered his head quickly to gaze into his now cold porridge, absent mindly stirring it with his spoon. His brothers sudden rebuttal hurt, was it such a sin to feel these things? And again he wondered why he made the Sorting Hat place him in Gryffindor.

There was a shuffle of chairs and many students were beginning to leave the great hall heading to their morning lessons.

"Albus, hey ALBUS – Albus will you wait for me already," Albus stopped as he headed down the charms corridor broken out of his reverie by someone calling his name, he turned around and smiled it was Tom Abott his best friend who generally overslept and was lucky to ever be on time. Today was no exception.

"Honestly Albus, i was yelling at the top of my lungs," said Tom as he finally caught up, "If Professor Lovegood wasn't so loony I'd say you had an attack from one of her wackspurtz things."

"No, no wackspurtz," said Albus, "Just thinking."

"Now there's a surprise when aren't you thinking?"

"Very funny – where going to be late for Charms if you don't hurry up you dolt, oh and your shirts on back to front," said Albus impatiently

"What – Oh no," moaned Tom as he looked down at his appearance, he shucked off his robes and began to unbutton his shirt when Albus interrupted, "Here let me do it?" and he pulled out his wand pointed it at the offending shirt and gave a complicated little swish.

The shirt began to wriggle and soon was folding in and over itself while on tom until finally it was on the rite way and buttoned up another swish from Albus wand had Toms shirt nicely pressed tucked in and the tie down up in a perfect Windsor knot.

"Thanks Albus, now quick or where going to be late," said Tom.

Albus groaned good naturedly at his friend and together they ran down the rest of the charms corridor and took the last two seats once they entered the charms classroom.

"Welcome Fifth Years to your OWL level charms class," said the diminutive Professor Flitwick from the front of the class, "This year you will be learning highly advanced magic so you must –" but whatever they must do Albus didn't hear because as he looked up from un packing his bag his eyes fell upon the person he had sat behind. Scorpius Malfoy was in front of him in all his splendour. Albus could make out the tight shoulder muscles he had from hours of quiditch practice, like Albus but, Scorpius muscles were sleek and defined, almost cat like which suited their position perfectly. Both of them were seekers, and both of them were known to be the best and many said only Albus father was a better seeker.

For the rest of the lesson Albus barely paid any attention to Flitwick and his lecture on the theory of unanchored charms, instead he gazed dreamy eyed at the boy in front of him.

He was shaken out of his stupor when the bell went and everyone began to leave, he watched as Scorpius walked out the classroom with a catlike beauty.

Tom gave him a quizzical look but didn't comment.

"So Albus what do you reckon the house elf's made for lunch?" asked Tom as they made their way down the grand staircase. "Umm, I'm not sure Tom – you go on without me i need to do something – yeah that's it do something I'll see you in next class okay," said Albus evasively as he ran down the grand staircase and into the entrance hall.

He pushed open the large castle doors and strolled out into the castle grounds, purposefully heading to the forbidden forest. The forest he felt was his place, he respected it and all that lived in it and in turn they respected him. He wasn't some student to them he had become just as much a member of that forest as the centaurs were, in fact he was pretty sure he was the only wizard to ever have a real conversation with a centaur. He felt safe in there, it was his place to think his place of solitude, and Hagrid let him enter always turning a blind eye if he saw him walk into the forest. Hagrid knew the special relationship Albus had with the forest and he wasn't about to stop it, or maybe Albus thought he just let him in because of how much he liked his father.

He strolled among the ancient trees, watching the wildlife around him.

Scorpius.

More and more often it came down to Scorpius and how he felt about him, was it lust or was it a real attraction towards the boy he could only dream of having but never getting. His laugh his smile, even his smirk were beautiful to Albus, the way he moved with cat like precision, his eyes that looked like a galaxy was trapped inside them his toned sleek body, and his voice full of charm.

Albus strolled deeper and deeper into the forest contemplating the boy over and over. Something glinted gold in the underbrush and Albus stopped down to have a look, he brushed away the leaves covering the object and picked up a gold ring with a black stone inlaid on it. The stone had a crack running down the middle of it that seemed to speak of some grate tale behind the ring.

He placed it on his finger turning it around to make it slide on better until finally it rested snugly on his left hands index finger. He looked up in the clearance and two people began to appear, Albus gasped in shock but there weren't people they were ghost he realised only more corporeal then any ghost he had ever seen before.

"Severus," said the elderly looking one, "You have been dead for nearly over 24 years and yet you still wear your potions master robes and your hair is as greasy as ever. This is the afterlife you can look how you want why stay as a greasy potions master, now like i was saying yellow robes would suit you splendidly."

"Albus just because you feel the need to change your robes every hour into absurd colours and styles and may i add with matching accessories, does not mean I am so insecure with my appearance as you are with yours, and honestly man yellow do I look like a retarded Hufflepuff to you," said the younger more menacing looking one.

Albus just stared at the two very strange men in front of him who hadn't noticed him yet.

"Ahh, excuse me who are you?" asked Albus timidly.

Both men stoped staring at each other and jumped as if someone had thrown a cold bucket of water at them, both looked at albus with recognition on there faces.

"Harry," said the elderly looking one, "No you can't be Harry, Harry's much older. May i ask who you are my boy?"

"I'm Albus," said Albus.

The old man's eyes seemed to twinkle with amusement "No my dear boy I am Albus, Albus Dumbledore and you are surely not me so who are you?"

"You're Albus Dumbledore, the Albus Dumbledore? As in Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore?" asked Albus.

"Yes I daresay I am, although I'm surprised you know all my names and in their proper order to but that still doesn't answer who you are," said Albus Dumbledore.

"I'm Albus Severus Potter."

"What!?" said the younger man.

"Oh my, what a pleasant surprise," said Dumbledore.

"Albus the boy – Harry – he named his child after us, after me," said the younger man who seemed to be in a state of shock.

"Oh my God, then your Severus Snape," said Albus, "But your both meant to be dead what are you doing here you're not ghost are you."

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