Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. it belongs to JKR and WB.

A/N: This fanfiction is a continuation of another story I posted a long time ago 'Leo Valdez and his trip to London'. It's sort of a prequel but the timelines are messed up sorry. The Leo story took place before the Giant War however this one takes place after. From the HP universe POV this is a prequel. You don't necessarily have to read that one to understand the events of this story. For those who have read it, this story explores how Albus and James defeated a Dark Wizard. Anyway I can assure you that is 1000 times better written than the Leo story. Here's the story. Read on.

NOT MY BAE

Scorpius was a total idiot. Al had told him seven- SEVEN- times. "Babe, it's too crowded. Let's hold hands or we'll get separated." So what if his intentions hadn't been so innocent.

Now Al could not for the life of him, find his boyfriend. You would think that his pale blonde hair would stand out in the crowd but there were so many people there with blonde hair that Al was having a difficult time spotting him.

It had been two weeks since Al and Scor had graduated from Hogwarts. Al was going to start Auror training from October and Scorpius was going to leave in mid-August for Australia to study advanced Potions. But before they got busy with their respective jobs, Al and Scor had decided to take a vacation. It had been Scor's idea. He had always wanted to travel and visit places and was all about going on a road trip across Europe, when he finalised on going to some of the magic institutes across the world. A little financial help from their parents and a year of minimal expenditure had seen them fit to go on this trip.

Their first stop had been the Salem Witches' Institute. Al's older brother, James lived in Massachusetts. He had moved there about two years ago and so Al and Scor didn't have to spend money on a motel.

They had arrived yesterday morning and spent the entire day exploring the school's campus. The Headmistress had been more than happy to let them. Guess being Harry Potter's son had its own perks. Today they were going to the Diagon Alley equivalent of Massachusetts. It was a little far from James' house and so Al had suggested they look around in one of the Muggle malls before that.

"Like a date," Al had said.

It had been all been fine and romantically cheery, until they reached the third floor. They were making their way to the food court to grab a bite when Al had been distracted for a minute. He had spotted the bookstore and looked away. When he turned to call for Scor, asking if they could go to the bookstore, he saw that Scor was gone.

Maybe he is in the restroom. But why would he leave without telling Al first? He started to panic slightly. Before the trip, Al had suggested that they buy cell phones in case of such emergencies, but Scor had vetoed it, saying that it would affect their budget and that they could always send each other a Patronus. How was he supposed to send him one now, in front of about a hundred Muggles? Al sighed in exasperation. What if some ex Death Eater had captured him?

Seeing no other option, he took the escalators down to the first floor to make a lost child announcement. After all Scor was seventeen; still underage in the Muggle world.

When he walked into the room painted green and yellow, it was almost empty. Only a few staff members strolled about and a pathetic air conditioner could be heard droning feebly. He made his way to the counter. A middle aged Afro-American woman stared back at him.

"How may I help you?"

"I- my boyfriend is lost and he doesn't have a-"

"Name?"

"Scorpius Malfoy."

"And who should I say is looking for him?"

"Albus Potter."

"What does your friend look like?"

"Er- he's tall- a little over six feet and he had blonde hair. He was wearing a red t-shirt and he's seventeen years old."

"Why don't you just text him?"

"He doesn't have a cell phone."

The lady's eyebrows arched in surprise. "A seventeen year old who doesn't have a cell phone? That's not something you hear every day. My own ten year old has been badgering me for a phone but I think he is too young. Kids get a mobile and the next thing you know they are sexting some stranger online they have never even met and watching porn and that is not the sort of negativity I want in my house. I don't think a child should be given a personal phone till they're eighteen."

Al bit back a smile and just nodded in response.

"I'll make your announcement right away," the woman said, getting up. "You can wait here."

A minute after the announcement had been made, another bloke stumbled into the room.

He was about a head shorter than Al and he had olive skin and dark hair. The guy looked panic stricken as he talked to the lady behind the counter.

"Hey, Jessica," the woman called out, as the bloke plopped down on a chair near Al. A young worker looked up from her laptop screen. She too had blonde hair. "You better keep a watch out. Someone's kidnapping all the blondes today."

She cackled at her own joke and Jessica cracked a smile. Al understood what she had meant when another announcement was made. The bloke with the dark hair had lost his friend too. Will Solace, 16 years old. Wearing an orange t-shirt. Blonde.

Al felt a weight drop down in his stomach. After a few minutes of awkward silence and no sign of Scorpius, Al turned to the bloke and said, "You lost your blonde too?"

At first the guy looked startled, as if Al had asked him if he would pose naked for him, but then slowly nodded and muttered, "You too?"

"Yeah. My boyfriend and I were on a date and we got separated. I am not that worried. Scor's smart so he'll find his way about but we're not exactly natives, so…" Al had started rambling. Indication number one that he was extremely worried.

"Oh," he said, as he ran a hand through his hair. He was wearing a skull ring. Probably some sort of an emo goth weirdo, Al thought. "We were heading to the food court when Will disappeared. I looked away for a second and then he was gone. I guess he is just messing with me."

"Food court? That's where I got separated from my boyfriend." Al said. He had to admit. It was strange. Scor and this Will person were both blondes, were dressed in colours towards the red end of the spectrum and had vanished on the third floor in the blink of an eye. "Something weird is going on."

Al's senses went on high alert. His hand went to his pocket, touching his wand, ready to whip it out at any moment. Someone must have been behind this.

"What do you mean?" the guy asked as his shoulders tensed further. Al didn't know how to answer. The guy's piercing gaze made it harder for Al to cook up an excuse. He was, however, saved from that because a moment later, a loud bang sounded.

Al rushed out of the room. The ceiling of the mall had a glass portion. Or at least it used to. The glass was broken and shards fell down. For some reason, people looked amused with the sudden shower of glass shards.

"They probably think it's confetti," the guy muttered to himself but Al heard him.

"Confetti? Why would they think that the glass is confetti?" Al said.

His eyes widened and looking Al straight in the eye, he snapped his fingers, "Mist."

Al looked at him as if he had sprouted two more heads. "What are you trying to do?"

"This isn't good. How are able to see through the Mist?" he lowered down his voice. "Are you a half-blood?"

"Yeah, but how do you know that-"

"Good. I need your help," he said.

A/N- So this is the part I of the story. Review, review, review.

XOXO, Pottermania Overloaded.