New full story based on the short story 'Going Somewhere' (found on my profile).

I like towarn you readers. If you do not like writings largely based on the truth and the missing parts just to fantasize, if you are let down by a novel that many believe not a novel should be called because he lacks a proper start, a clean curly tail and an orderly middle, let alone that it contains a intestinal system that people would call a decent coherent story; and if you feel unwell because of a text that simultaneously is a lament, an honor and a creaking curse, because they deal with life itself and whilst stageing only one relative of the author – then now the time has come, for you to close this book.

Put it back on the pile in the shop where you stand, slide it back among the other books in your club, your home, your public library, the living room of your friends or the property which you have pennetrated.

Buy something else, borrow something else, take something else.

And miss the story.
Of us.

Albus Severus Potter.

-HCP-

"Slytherin scores! The score is 330 against 320 in favour of Hufflepuff!" Bexley, the Quidditch announcer, yelled trough the magical megaphone. "It seems the match would be decided by who catches the Golden Snitch!" The stands roared with noise after that announcement.

All students stood, jumped and sang as the teams raced above their heads scoring point after point. All of them, except one. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy sat down, looking straight up, past the Chasers and Beaters at the small spot that was named Albus Severus Potter.

That spot hadn't moved for the whole game, so was his signature: Only move when he saw the Snitch. Scorpius wasn't looking out of curiosity or wonderment, no Sir, he was looking because he wanted this game to bloody end already.

And then, a golden flash and the small spot, high in the sky, wasn't there anymore. No, the small spot had grown into his bigger self, and that bigger self was looking Scorpius straight into the eyes. Green met with grey. Potters hand was mere inches from the temple of his head, a golden ball with silver wings grasped into it.

"Albus Potter catches the Golden Snitch! The score is 520 against 360 in favour of Slytherin! Slytherin wins the last match of the season! See you after the winter break!" Bexley announced. The moans and cries of the Hufflepuffs were drown out by the cheering, laughing and singing of the Slytherins.

And suddenly the green eyes and the hand were gone and Potter stood in the middle of the field surrounded by his team and the rest of Slytherin. The Golden Snitch still in his hand, high above his head.

And Scorpius still sat there, alone in the stands.

-HCP-

17

It smells like grief and potions.

He climbs into my bed, though Madam Pompfrey has strictly forbidden it. My eyes are closed but I muster enough strength to hold him tightly, because as I tell him; when I can't see him, it is easier to pretend he never happened to me.

That's chapter one, stay tuned for more!

I'm not English, so please, if there are mistakes in my language: let me know so I can fix them. English mistakes, NOT American mistakes!