Alright, I'm here with another fic! I actually read the fifth book again for this one…so its infused with subtle hints...
A big thanks to all those who read/added to faves 'When Magic Goes Wrong' – you people are amazing! Although yeah….the hits are quite large compared to the reviews but never mind, review this one! And I really need opinion on this one…coz it's been playing around in my mind for ages…And also let me know if you want another chapter, coz I have one planned…
Disclaimer: It's a FANfic…duh…
Errr…next gen and OOC Harry(?) and me being delusional!
"Come on Scorpius!" Albus Severus Potter grabbed Scorpius Malfoy by the hand and started dragging him up the stairs.
"Where are you taking me, Sev?" Scorpius always called him that, and so did his father whenever Albus came over to the Malfoy manor.
Albus grinned at him, his emerald eyes sparkling. His eyes, he had the same eyes as his father just as Scorpius' eyes were like Draco's.
"Hey Al, hi Scorpius"
Albus released Scorpius' hand and looked up at his father.
"Hi Dad!"
"Hello, Mr. Potter."
Scorpius liked Harry Potter, except the way he sometimes looked at him. Harry's gaze seemed to bore right through him, leaving him feeling sort of vulnerable…a knowing gaze, a sort of emptiness in those deep green eyes. Scorpius looked away quickly.
"Ah going up, Al?…" Harry said, fingering the pendant around his neck. It was a small glass orb filled with some silvery substance, neither gas nor liquid. Harry noticed Scorpius look away, so much like his father and yet his eyes weren't cold and empty but warm and full of emotions.
"Yup!" Albus beamed, "Come on Scorpius…"
"Um Sev," Scorpius said in an undertone, after they were two flights of stairs up, "what was your father talking about?"
"You'll see!" Albus replied, "Come on..."
They had reached the top-most floor of the Potter mansion now.
"Welcome to the attic!" Albus said dramatically, pushing open a door.
Scorpius gave him a deadpan stare, "Um Sev, I don't think Lily would like it if she found just the two of us in the attic!"
Albus gave him a playful shove, "Oh shut up and get in!"
Scorpius grinned and followed him inside.
"What is this?"
Albus chuckled at the wonder-struck expression on Scorpius' face, "It's sort of a treasury…"
"I see…"
The room was filled with all sorts of articles collected through the years. Scrolls of parchment, miniature quidditch pitches and players, broken broomsticks, books, and a variety of other objects.
"A Nimbus 2000? That's ancient!" Scorpius exclaimed, staring at (what was remaining of) the broomstick.
Albus smiled softly.
"Chudley Cannons?!"
"That belonged to Uncle Ron…" Albus explained about the faded poster.
"Why on earth have you collected all these?"
"I dunno actually, did it for Dad, most of them have a lot of memories attached to them. Oh and It's only visible to Dad and me," there was a hint of pride to his voice when he said that, "And Dad said it was okay to show it to you…"
Scorpius nodded mutely, "A remembrall…"
"Belonged to Nev-Proffessor Neville"
"Hogwarts' robes?"
"Ahh," Albus walked over to Scorpius and picked up the robes, "these are your Dad's"
"What?"
"His first Hogwarts' robes, he gave them to me when I told him I was collecting memorabilia for Dad…"
"Robes?" Scorpius repeated perplexed.
Albus shrugged, "Dad laughed when he saw those, wonder why…"
Scorpius placed them back and walked towards a less cluttered section of the attic.
"This is Dad's area…"
Scorpius nodded, gazing at a few of the objects; A sixth year potions book, a broken piece of mirror, a small dagger, a broken locket, mismatched socks…
Scorpius picked up a book.
"Its empty," said Albus, "always has been, Dad won't say anything either…"
Scorpius flipped it open, "Err Sev, its got notes stuck on to it…"
"WHAT?"
Albus snatched the book and flipped through it, scrolls of parchment were neatly stuck to its pages.
"These are letters…"
"Start from page one…"
Albus did so, the first page had only one line written on it.
This book shall reveal its contents only when his and my blood comes together yet again.
- Harry James Potter.
Scorpius gave Albus a quizzical look only to receive one back.
Albus flipped over the page and froze.
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry I can't be here tonight, will explain everything tomorrow.
Love,
Draco.
Albus tried to speak, but words failed him. Scorpius' eyes were wide, and with shaking hands, he flipped the page.
The next letter was also along the same lines, an apology for 'not being able to make it'.
"What is this?" Scorpius said in a small voice. He knew his father and Sev's dad weren't exactly on friendly terms, heck, they were sworn enemies…but the letters under his vision told him the contradictory…
Albus just shook his head, he still couldn't bring himself to speak.
"Umbridge…" Scorpius quoted from one of the letters, "She taught them in their fifth year…"
Albus nodded mutely. This was absurd, he had spoken to his dad about Draco Malfoy, his dad had accepted their rivalry…but had also mentioned that it was a thing of the past now.
"Dad never really told me much about his final years at Hogwarts…" Albus finally spoke, his gaze fixed on the book.
"Heh, I'm actually forbidden to ask anything about it, not that I want to" Scorpius repressed a shudder, his father always went sort of rigid whenever Scorpius asked any questions about his sixth or seventh year at Hogwarts.
"Moonstone essay, quidditch, some song, hogsmeade…"Albus hastily went through the letters, "I don't have the slightest clue of what they're talking about through this letters."
"But he's making it sound as though they were…" Scorpius' trailed off, he couldn't complete the sentence, he didn't want to complete the sentence.
"That's not possible…" Albus said softly, his knuckles were white from gripping the book. Love, Draco…
The letters in the end were slightly different,
Dear Harry,
Our sixth year has begun now, and I don't think we can carry on any longer. I am a Malfoy and nothing can change that. I want us to stop before I'm forced to hurt you or act against you…the look of betrayal in your eyes when I handed you to Umbridge last year still haunts me. Its becoming more and more impossible to meet you even under the cover of night…I'm afraid one of these days my mask will slip and the Dark Lord will find out…its hopeless Harry….we cant go on…
"Teardrops," Scorpius said quietly, indicating the blotches on the old parchment.
Albus turned towards the last letter, it was blotched with tear drops as well…but as Albus finished reading the letter, he wondered which of the two they belonged to.
Dear Harry,
I know you'll be angry at me for doing this through a letter, but I'm afraid I cant face you. We can't be together now, Harry. Our relationship was wrong, unacceptable from the very beginning. It went against all the rules that had been set for us, but I guess, you always had a certain disregard for them. It's been a long year and I still remember the time we met during last year. You were frustrated at everyone you knew, and me against the restrictions forced on me. This anger pulled us so close. I always thought that it was lust, that I could pull back whenever I wanted but now I realize how wrong I was. I love you Harry, more than anyone else ever will and I want to thank you for letting me experience this wonderful feeling. We weren't mean to be together. Circumstances are against us Harry, we never chose our lives, they were chosen for us. The Dark Lord…my father…I do not now know where I'm heading now. I'm leaving behind my memories, memories of us, Harry. Memories that I shall treasure for as long as live. They're charmed so that they'll continue to shine as long as I love you and you me…
Goodbye.
Yours eternally,
Draco.
Albus' knees gave way under him and he slid to the floor, still holding the book limply.
Scorpius kneeled next him, unsure of what to say for he himself was just as shocked.
Downstairs, Harry had this weird feeling. He felt uneasy when he gave permission to Albus to take Scorpius to the attic and a second later he knew why…
Harry bolted upstairs, taking two stairs at a time, his eyes widened in horror.
"Memories…" Scorpius repeated, " that'll shine…."
Albus suddenly gasped, "That orb Dad wears around his neck…"
Scorpius paled, "So that means…"
Comprehension dawned on Albus' face, "they still love each other….?"
The attic door suddenly flew open, and Harry stood in the doorway. With one glance, he registered the situation; Albus and Scorpius had found the book…
"Accio!" Harry snatched the book as it flew towards him and the two boys turned to look at him, blank expressions on their pale faces.
"I'm so sorry you two…." Harry bit his lip, "but this never happened. Obliviate!"