Title of Story: Closets
Rating of Story: T (Subject to change)
Warnings: Language, Sexual References, mild Sexual Situations
Title of Chapter: This is how it all begins
Rating of Chapter: K plus
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with he Harry Potter series; that belongs to the genius, Miss J.K. Rowling. I only own the characters that I have made up.
Author's note: Hello, and welcome to Closets! This is my first fanfiction on this site. Yes, the rating might go up to M; it all depends on what my mind thinks up. CAUTION: THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS BOYxBOY ROMANCE. If I get any flames saying that they don't like this, I warned you. The information above might change from chapter-to-chapter, so keep looking up there.
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I can't believe I've actually made it this far. Seventeen-year-old Albus Potter thought as he gazed at the scarlet Hogwarts Express. Inside the compartments, he knew that there were younger students lounging around, not having to care about their future. As a seventh year, Head Boy, and Quidditch captain to boot, Albus would have a much more advanced year- not that he was complaining.
Sure, all those titles mean loads of homework, planning, and herding the first years around, but it would all be worth it. Seventh years get more freedom, in the terms of a later curfew, more dates into Hogsmeade, and smaller class sizes.
"Albus, come here." His mother, Ginny, coaxed. Albus turned around to find his family looking at him, seeming slightly concerned.
"Is everything alright?" Harry Potter, his father asked, pulling his youngest son into a half-hug. Albus looked up into his father's bright green eyes, much like his own.
Albus nodded. "I'm just thinking about what'll happen once school's over." Ginny looked at him tenderly.
"Don't worry about anything, Al." She comforted, giving him a hug that only mothers can.
"Where do you think the Weasleys are?" Harry wondered, changing the subject. "They're not normally late, not if Hermione can help it."
Albus smiled. His Aunt Hermione was almost always punctual, and she attempted to keep Uncle Ron, Rose, and Hugo in line. It didn't seem like she was victorious this time, however, as the four of them rushed through the barrier, looking flushed and anxious.
"Sorry we're late!" Hermione gasped, pushing her son Hugo's cat basket into his arms and turning him towards the Hogwarts Express. "Traffic was bad, and Merlin knows why."
Rose gave Albus a small smile, rolling her eyes at her mother's excuses. Albus and Rose had been best friends ever since their first year at Hogwarts; they shared everything with each other. Hugo, however, was another story. Sure, Albus liked his male cousin, but he was a different year and wouldn't understand much of what was going on in Albus' life.
The Hogwarts Express let out a puff of smoke, warning any passengers still on the platform that it was leaving within the next five minutes. Albus gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek and hurried after Rose, dragging his trunk and owl cage behind him.
Once on the train, Albus and Rose made their way over to the prefect and Head Boy/Girl compartment, where they were supposed to give instructions to the prefects underneath them.
Albus hadn't expected to be named Head Boy. He had average grades, earning mostly Es on his OWLs, with two Os in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, plus an A in Transfiguration. Rose, of course, was the girl who everyone knew was going to be Head Girl. Her grades rivaled her mother's, and she was spectacular in all subjects.
When Albus had discussed this with her, she told him, not so modestly, that instead of picking another academic phenomenon, they most likely chose someone with a sense of leadership and a slightly intimidating attitude.
Albus, admittedly, was a bit intimidating. Around fifth year, he had gone from a slightly pudgy, hormonal teenager to an individual seemingly more fitting to hold the title of Gryffindor Seeker. He shot up like a weed, passing most of the student body in height. His jet-black hair, much like his father's, was still unruly, but it seemed to fit him better when he was six feet tall.
Now, he was considered 'hot' and 'sexy' by more than half of the female Hogwarts population, and that bothered him. See, Albus Potter didn't like girls. Albus Potter liked guys, something that hat followed him around like a dark rain cloud ever since he had made amends with himself the previous year.
No one knew, of course. Well, no one except Rose. She found it intriguing that they could have so-called 'girl talks' about guys they found attractive, however reluctant Albus was to do so. Albus had sworn her to secrecy, warning her that if she told anyone, he would personally hang her from the Great Hall ceiling by her toes.
The cousins entered their compartment to find the fifth, sixth and other seventh year prefects lounging and lazily gossiping. Rose cleared her throat when no one noticed the Head Boy and Girl enter, and all heads turned to the pair.
"Alright," Rose started, her eyes scanning the faces in the compartment as Albus easily lifted his and her trunks into the shelves above them so they wouldn't get in the way. "I have the information from Headmaster Rosenthal right here. Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, you can go to Albus for your instructions. Ravenclaws and Slytherins can stay here, with me."
After all the prefects had been dismissed to their duties, Albus slid the compartment door closed as he and Rose stepped into the hallway of the train. "I didn't realize how much information the Head Boy and Girl have." Albus remarked as the pair searched for the compartment that held their various relatives. Finally, at the end of the train, they found them.
"Hello," Albus greeted as he took a seat next to his younger, fifth year sister, Lily. She was deeply immersed in a game of Exploding Snap with Aunt Fleur and Uncle Bill's youngest child, sixth year Louis. Rose chose to sit next to her brother, Hugo, who was in the same year as Lily.
"Have you seen Roxanne or Fred?" Louis asked, hardly looking up from the precariously perched house of cards in front of him. Roxanne Weasley and Fred Weasley were the fourth year twins of Aunt Angelina and Uncle George. Fred was well-known to take after his father, being a prankster of sorts, but he took after his mother in looks with his dark hair and tinted skin. His sister, however, was exactly the opposite. She was demure and ladylike, and set to be the Head Girl of her year, with the trademark Weasley ginger hair.
Louis Weasley, as the only son in a family of Veela-like girls, was a mix between his two parents. He had received Aunt Fleur's smooth, porcelain-colored skin and large blue eyes, but he also had a lighted version of his father's hair, a pretty strawberry blonde. Due to the fact that both of his sisters were extremely fashion-conscious, Louis had a taste for the finer things in life. He was popular with the girls in his year.
People often mistook Hugo and Rose as twins, something that Rose took as an insult. They both had a darkened version of their father, Uncle Ron's, bright red hair, and Rose had gotten Aunt Hermione's voluminous texture, but it suited her tall and willowy stature.
Hugo resembled his father in personality type almost as much as his sister resembled their mother. He was a laid-back, Quidditch-loving type of person who got along with almost everyone.
Lily, Albus' sister, didn't take after anyone in their family; she had a look and a personality all her own. Instead of her mother's ginger hair or her father's black hair, her locks were a lovely auburn color. She played Quidditch with a ferocity much like Ginny's when she played for the Holyhead Harpies, but she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Albus himself, well, it wasn't easy to put what he was into words. Sure, it was simple enough to describe himself, but that wouldn't come near to what he actually felt inside. On the outside, he looked like an average, albeit good-looking, seventeen-year-old male. He had jet-black hair that always looked like he had just gotten off of a broomstick, and bright green eyes.
On the inside, however, Albus felt like he had a never-ending vortex of emotions as a heart. One minute he could be unicorns-and-rainbows happy, and the next he could be cowering in the corner, sobbing his eyes out. When his parents had noticed his violent mood swings, they explained to him that he had a supposedly Muggle-only disorder called bi-polarity. He kept that under wraps, too.
In all his in-the-closet-gay, bi-polar glory, Albus Severus Potter was a very complex person.
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"It feels good to be back at Hogwarts, doesn't it?" Rose sighed as she and Albus rode alone in the special Head Boy and Girl coach. Albus shot her a look.
"I guess." He mumbled, glancing out at the nearing castle that was their school.
Rose nudged him. "Come on, Al. Be a little excited about something that isn't Quidditch for once. This is our final year here. We might as well enjoy it." She smiled encouragingly.
Albus looked at his cousin. "Sorry Rosie, I'm just tired. You know I'll be happier once the school year actually starts."
"That's good. Look, here we are." Rose announced needlessly as the coach clattered over the bricks in front of the Entrance Gate. When it stopped in front of the Great Hall, the two cousins clambered out and strode after the other Hogwarts students.
Albus and Rose entered the castle to find Professor Longbottom, a good family friend, ushering younger students into the Great Hall. Rose gave him a smile, and Albus nodded politely.
The pair took their seats at the Gryffindor table next to their relatives, and waited for the first years to come forward to be Sorted. The Sorting Hat sat, ragged and frayed as ever, sat on a three-legged stool, looking quite menacing. The first years filed up, nervous eyes twitching, up to where they stood before the Head Table.
"We weren't that small when we were first years, were we?" Lily whispered, looking genuinely puzzled. Rose rolled her eyes, while Hugo snorted. Roxanne looked like she was about to say something, but was cut off by Headmaster Rosenthal standing up and tapping her fork on her goblet.
"Attention, Hogwarts students," she called, looking down on the four tables as if she could read their minds. Headmaster Rosenthal, Albus would admit, was scary. Her piercing blue eyes were like shards of ice that could freeze you with a single glance.
As the Sorting Hat began its song, Albus reminisced about his own Sorting. As he had predicted, the Sorting Hat had tried to place him into Slytherin, but he had argued with it just as his father said he had done. In the end, the Sorting Hat had conceded and Sorted him into Gryffindor with his brother and older cousins.
Throughout the entire Sorting, Albus whispered with Rose about what they should do when it was over. Well, it was mostly Rose whispering, and Albus thinking about what he would have for supper.
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"Alright, first years! Follow us!" Rose called over the table, motioning with her hand for them to follow her. Several nervous-looking students stood up and cowered beside each other up to the Head Boy and Girl. Rose smiled at them, and elbowed Albus to do the same.
"Okay, as your Gryffindor prefects, even though we are also the Head Boy and Girl, we are going to show you the way to the Gryffindor common room, where your dormitories are. Be sure to pay attention so you don't loose your way later." Rose announced, looking and sounding like you would expect a Head Girl to sound.
The mass of Gryffindors trooped up the multiple flights of stairs to the Fat Lady portrait. Rose said the password, Unicorn Horn, while Albus told the first years that they'd better remember it, or else they'd be sleeping outside of the common room that night. Several first years shivered at the thought of having to sleep on the cold stone floors of the Hogwarts hallway.
Once inside the common room, Albus and Rose gave a quick tour, then bid the first years goodnight. The Head Boy and Girl watched the rest of the house come in and out of the common rooms, and then parted ways for their own dormitories.
Albus entered his dormitory, breathing in the familiar scent of broomstick polish and his roommate's cologne. Speaking of roommates, Tobias Boot, Henry Thomas, Liam Benson, and Ben Edgecombe were lounged around their dorm room, discussing various topics.
"Hey, Head Boy!" Tobias called teasingly. Albus smirked at him, but didn't look him in the eye. Tobias had utterly gorgeous hazel eyes, something that Albus found that he couldn't resist. The other boys shouted their congratulations, and Albus found it awkward to have all the attention put on him.
Trying to get everyone's eyes off of him, Albus slid into his four-poster bed quickly, and drew the curtains around himself.
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Author's Note: Alrighty then, there's the chapter. If you liked it, please leave me a review. I always write longer chapters when I have motivation. If you found mistakes, feel free to point them out. In the following chapters, I won't leave such long author's notes, so don't worry if you find them bothersome.
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