Albus had screwed up big time. Oh he could feel it now. The pain...the horror. It was simply too much to handle. The fact that he was stupid enough to just-eugh-he couldn't even think about it...'I definitely should have listen to scorpius' His fathers distraught face came into view. 'I'm going to die here...' Harry Potter's eyes widened considerably. 'oh no' His father's expression had morphed into unreadable chaos as he began to run. 'ACK! HELP!' Before he could even think to run, Albus began to cough from the smell of a sweater.
"You stupid, stupid...you darn-" Harry wrapped his arms around Albus's head and squeezed.
Albus coughed and attempted to pull away, "I know. Your sweater particles are choking me." Harry kneeled on the ground and lowered his head to his son's level.
"I can't believe you."
"Yes Dad, I know-"
"What am I to do with you?"
"Daaaaaad-" he moaned.
"I can't believe you just saved the world." Harry gave him a watery grin.
"Yes, I...hang on, I what?" He raised his eyebrows at his father, then squinted, "have-have you been crying?!"
Harry stuttered looking aghast, "wait what? I've-I-what-" he sighed, "you scared me...and your mother."
Albus frowned, "I never saved anything. I nearly destroyed the world if thats what you mean-"
"No," Harry said firmly, "you couldn't have known."
"But Delphi..." Albus strained.
Harry smiled, " I know you had honorable intentions, Albus...and...I understand why..." Albus's eyes began to water.
"But you have to be mad at me. You have to," he spoke in a shaky voice. Harry shook his head. Albus embraced his father in tears, enduring the terrible, choking sweater particles. They're relationship hadn't beed beaten or cut, like he had suspected. It was just a scrape, and it would definitely heal. After all, even broken bones heal with time.