Disclaimer:This is a non-profit fiction created from my own mind. J.K. Rowling developed all of the original Harry Potter characters and I'm simply adding a few OCs. Ages and dates may also be different from Rowling's original work... Please enjoy!

NOTE: I know that this is NOT one the stories I should be working on, but I'm tired of you guys having nothing new to read... So I've decided to post this story earlier than I meant to in order to be an active author. And sadly, I've got bad news: my USB key with all the stories like Kissing You, New Directions, etc. has DIED. I am currently in the process of recovering the stories; however, until then, I apologize for any anger or grief this may have/has caused.

The good news is that this story was due to be posted AFTER I completed one or two of my current ones, so it has four chapters finished already! (I'll be able to update regularly until I can get my old stories back or just decide to start the new chapters from scratch!)

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING KISSING YOU and NEW DIRECTIONS! But please bear with me...

Broken Glasses: Prologue

"Albus, slow down son," the former Chosen One chuckled as he was dragged through Diagon Alley at top speed by his middle child. The eleven year-old would definitely take after him in the strength department, Harry Potter thought with another chuckle. Well, he had actually taken after Harry more than his oldest son, James, had. James had dark chocolate hair and hazel eyes while Albus was nearly the spitting image of Harry, only missing the glasses and scar. Ginny often joked that he was becoming more like Harry with every passing day.

"Dad, hurry or we'll be late!" Albus said ignoring his father's complaints to slow down. In Albus's opinion, they were not moving fast enough.

"Madam Malkin will not close shop until we've seen her, I assure you," Harry laughed. Albus had received his first Hogwart's letter the day before and was immediately eager to get fitted for his school robes. And since James was two years older than Albus, his old robes were no good, and Ginny had insisted that her child have his own set of new robes. She still remembered all the leftover robes her family had been through at the Burrow. Her children would be able to have their own belongings... And well, James had been much taller than Albus was now. He had inherited the Weasley height and build. Albus would probably be shorter, like his old man.

Harry allowed his son to pull him through the crowded street, passing all of his son's favorite shops until suddenly stopping before Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occassions! "We're here!" the boy shouted, his emerald eyes lighting up even more as he watched all of the other young witches and wizards inside who needed school robes just like him.

"What are we waiting for then?" Harry laughed. "Get a move on. Mom will be angry if we're late for lunch." Albus smiled the biggest smile Harry had ever seen on his young face and dragged him inside.

Harry watched in amusement as Albus ran his hands over all the robes in the Hogwart's section as they passed on their way to the back of the shop. Madam Malkin would no doubt be there taking measurements already. The shop was rather busy that day. It was good that Kingsley had given Harry the entire day off, or else Albus might have to get his robes another time. Upon reaching the back of the shop, Harry noticed that each fitting station was occupied. Madam Malkin was bouncing from each patron to the next, her grey hair falling loose of her usual braid. Her olive eyes found Harry as she finished with a young girl who looked like the spitting image of Padma Patil- well, Harry supposed it was Thomas now. He waved over at his former classmate as she retrieved her daughter.

"Harry Potter!" Madam Malkin exclaimed as she bustled over to him and Albus. "Welcome to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occassions!" She motioned over to the station Padma's daughter had just vacated. "I've just had an opening!"

Harry smiled. "Good morning, Madam Malkin. We've not waited long. Isn't there someone here before us?" Harry would never be comfortable with people going out of their way for him. The war was over now and had been for twenty years. He was just an Auror now. Just Harry.

"They're all returning customers. No fittings needed!" Madam Malkin smiled after glancing around her shop. Then she noticed the excited boy next to Harry. "You must be Albus! Hello, dear!" She looked up at Harry. "The spitting image of his father, too! I feel like it was only yesterday that you came in for your first robes." Harry smiled in return. He remebered the experience all too well. It had been the day he met Draco Malfoy, the second person he had ever met from the Wizarding World. He was pulled from his reverie when Albus spoke up.

"Hello!" Albus exclaimed. He moved forward to embrace the older witch.

She laughed in delight and hugged back. "You and James certainly do have a way of greeting little old ladies like me!" she grabbed Albus's hand. "Follow me, little one."

Harry laughed as Albus bristled at being called little. James usually picked on his younger brother by calling him 'little' at home. Albus hated that he would probably be shorter than his older brother forever. "Tell Madam Malkin why we're here," Harry instructed as he patted his son's unruly black hair.

"Hogwarts!" Albus all but shouted as he jumped up on the offered stool. Madam Malkin chuckled and bent next to the stool to pick up a roll of measuring tape. She used her wand to animate the tape and it began to fly around Albus every which way.

"I'll be back just as soon as I help little Finnegan over there," Madam Malkin smiled as she left the measuring tape to its work. Harry watched as she went to the station three people over and patted the head of a pale boy with sandy hair that stuck up at odd angles. She took the measuring tape that was floating next to him and asked him to turn around. When he did, Harry couldn't help but to smile. The boy looked just like Seamus had their first year of school, though the little Irish boy had softer facial features than his father had. The boy smiled a big, goofy smile that was missing a front tooth.

Harry laughed. "That's definitely Seamus made over!" Harry hadn't seen the child in a few years. He supposed Ginny had probably seen him more often because Harry himself was busy with work. She would allow Albus and James to Floo to the Finnegan house in Ireland after James's first year at Hogwart's. James had once fancied Seamus's oldest daughter Olivia... Being to young to date, based on Harry and Seamus's expert, fatherly opinions, the two just remained closed friends.

Albus looked over to where his father was looking and smiled. "Hey, Will!" he called without waving. He didn't want to get in the measuring tape's way.

"Hey, Al!" Will called with a wave as Madam Malkin left him to come back with a set of new robes. "Excited about Gryffindor?" the boy called back in excitement as he eagerly accpeted the bundle of robes.

"Of course he is!" Harry laughed answering for his son. He and Ginny had never been more proud than when James had sent an owl with a letter happily announcing that he had been sorted into Gryffindor. "Gryffindor is your dad and me's old stomping ground," Harry said as Will came over to stand next to him. He couldn't pay for his new robes until he found his father anyway. "Where is your old man anyway?"

"Getting Mum a gift for their anniversary," Will smiled.

"How long have they been married?" Albus asked as he finally saw the measuring tape still. He put his arms down.

"Fifteen years," Will answered. He smiled even bigger than he had earlier at this. He loved his parents so much and was glad that they loved each other so well. He felt sorry for his friends who had parents who were divorced.

"That's great," Harry smiled.

"That it is," came an immediately recognizable Irish accent from behind where Harry stood. "Arry, ye old dog!" Seamus said slapping his friend on the back.

"Seamus," Harry smiled. "It's been a while!"

Seamus smiled, the same lop-sided smile he'd always had and patted his son's head. "We should catch up. Me and Will are goin' to get some lunch. Wanna join?"

"Wish we could," Harry smiled. "Kingsley's given me the day off, and Ginny expects us home for lunch." He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You know how she can be."

Seamus paled and chuckled nervously. "That I do!" He took the bundle of robes from his son. "Nex' time then! See ya, Arry! Albus!"

"Next time," Harry agreed as he waved Seamus and Will off.

"Bye, Will!" Albus called. His friend said his goodbye and followed after his father in excitement.

"Alright, lads," Madam Malkin said as she returned. "Sorry for the wait. I wasn't meaning to leave you up there," she laughed gesturing to Albus's place on the stool.

"No worries," Harry smiled as he watched Madam Malkin grab the measuring tape from the air. She left, the way she had with Will, and returned seconds later with a bundle of black robes. She instructed Albus to try them on behind the small curtain at their station.

When Albus stepped behind the curtain with an excited nod, Madam Malkin smiled over at him apologetically. "I've run out of robes his size. I'll have to readjust the measurements on those." Harry nodded in understanding. He took advantage of the deserted stool at the station next to theirs when the previous occupants left.

Once behind the curtain, Albus carefully placed the robes on the oddly tall bench which he assumed was there for that specific purpose. It nearly came up above his waist. There was a curtain around it that reached the floor and was the same color as the curtain keeping his stripping form concealed from the shop's occupants. He pulled off the red Muggle, button-up shirt he was wearing- deciding to keep on the white undershirt- and stepped forward to put it on the bench. Then, he bent to untie his shoe so that he would be able to try on the uniform trousers that came with the bundle of robes. As he moved to untie his other shoe, movement from behind the curtain caught his eye. Being the son of an Auror, he was not scared in the slightest since it was probably just a mouse or something anyway... But he was extremely curious and reached out to pull the curtain up...

Suddenly, a pale hand came from behind the curtain and pulled him underneath the bench. "Woah!" he exclaimed as he hastily ducked to avoid hitting his head on the underside of the bench. Another pale hand came up and covered his mouth.

"Shh!" the pale stranger said. "Don't scream..."

Albus tilted his head in confusion at the boy before him. His skin was really pale unlike his own naturally tan skin. The boy had silver eyes and hair so blonde it appeared to be white in the darkness under the bench. Albus slowly reached up and pulled the hand away from his mouth. "Who are you?" he whispered. For some reason, Albus felt like he should know the boy in front of him, though they had never met. "And why are you hiding under this bench in my changing room?"

The blonde glared and raised his chin. "Malfoys do not hide."

"Ah... You're a Malfoy," Albus said immediately recognizing the name of his father's old school rival. He couldn't help but to laugh at the oddness of his present predicament. "Alright, Malfoy," he whispered, "since you're not hiding, what are you doing?"

"Who are you?" the young Malfoy suddenly asked. The boy he'd dragged into his hiding place looked oddly familiar. Something in his appearance, however, seemed to be missing...

"Albus Potter," Albus smiled holding out his hand for the other boy to shake. The blonde seemed nothing like an arrogant, slimy git the way his father had always described Draco Malfoy.

"Potter..." Malfoy whispered finally able to place the boy's face with a name. Now he knew why he looked familiar: his grandfather, Lucius, had been showing him pictures of the 'Golden Boy' since he was one. But then why did the name Albus also seem so familiar to him? The boy before him was the spitting image of his father without glasses and the infamous lightning-bolt scar... The blonde stared at the outstretched hand for a few moments before slowly grasping it with his own. "Hello, Albus... My name is Scorpius."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Scorpius," Albus whispered enthusiastically. There was no way that the blonde before him could be anything like the men his father had always talked about.

Maybe his grandfather had been wrong about the Potters, Scorpius thought as he studied the boy across from him. Albus certainly didn't seem like the type of person to destroy an innocent life... But Scorpius knew that his grandfather was far from innocent anyway... He flinched when Albus's grip tightened, a small gasp escaping him. He released his hold on the other boy's hand, hoping that Albus hadn't noticed his small moment of weakness.

Unfortunately for Scorpius, Albus Potter had been trained sinced birth not to miss anything... He reached out for the hand Scorpius had pulled away from him. There was no way his handshake had hurt the blonde so badly unless... "You are hiding... aren't you?"

On the back of Scorpius's hand were the faintest scratches and cuts. If Albus looked closer, he would have noticed that the cuts and scratches were actually words...

Scorpius pulled his hand back and cradled it to his chest, turning his face away from Albus. The glamour that should have hidden the markings had begun to wear off. Of course! Scorpius realized as he read the faint words... That's why Albus's name was so familiar... "It's nothing! And as I've said before, Malfoys do not hide!" His grandfather had kept an eye and ear on Harry Potter since he was freed from Azkaban after his trial. Scorpius had been told the names of each member of the family since he was old enough to understand...

When Scorpius had turned his head away, Albus noticed the faintest of bruises coming up from the blonde's shirt. Wait... was that a handprint...? Albus thought as he began to lean forward.

But just before Albus could get closer, a loud voice was heard coming from the shop, "Scorpius!" He saw said blonde flinch at the voice...

"Wait here," Albus ordered as he tried to crawl from beneath the bench nearly hitting his head a second time.

"N-no!" Scorpius exclaimed quickly grabbing Albus's trousers before he could get all the way out. Albus grew angry at the fear evident in his new friend's voice. Friend...? That's right, friends. Even if the blonde didn't want his friendship, he had it now... "Just wait a moment..."

"Why?" Albus asked as he sat back down. They listened intently.

"Excuse me, Mister Malfoy," they heard Harry say in his deep, commanding Auror tone. Albus had only heard his father use that voice outside of work just three times in eleven years...

"I'm not here to cause trouble, Potter," Lucius Malfoy spat. "I'm looking for my grandson."

"And where is your escort?" Harry asked with his voice full of as much hatred as the old man's. "Your case may have ended with your freedom, but that freedom comes with a price. You're not allowed to leave the manor without an Auror... Now where is he?"

Lucius scoffed. "You make me laugh, boy. Better tell Kingsley to find a better dog to sic on me... It seems I have misplaced another one..." He turned on his heel. "I shall look for my grandson elsewhere."

Albus's lip curled in a silent growl as he listened to the infamous Lucius Malfoy talk. He had never had the privelege to meet the man, but his entire family had never missed a chance to tell him all the horrid stories of his glory days... "Scorpius?" he called as he noticed the blonde was as still as a stone. "He's gone now..."

"Thank your father for me?" Scorpius finally asked, all traces of fear gone from his voice.

Albus patted the blonde's head in the same fashion the adults always seemed to pat his, noticing how soft the blonde strands were. "You can thank him yourself..."

"Why?" Scorpius asked in confusion. "He probably dislikes me as well now..."

"Don't be silly. Dad likes all my friends," Albus smiled hoping the blonde would not reject his friendship. Then his emerald eyes settled on Scorpius's neck where the bruise was still noticeable. "My cousin is a Healer, you know..." he whispered gently reaching over to touch the dark mark on the otherwise flawless skin.

Scorpius flinched slightly but allowed the contact. After all, Albus was nothing like his grandfather.

Grandfather...

"And... my grandfather is a Death Eater," Scorpius said as he pushed Albus's hand away. "We cannot be friends. I'm sorry for intruding on your changing. I'll leave," he said as he looked around for a way to leave without having to go out the front curtain. Then he noticed that the changing stall they were in was on the end of the row of stations. There was a back door to leave the shop just on the other side of the far wall. Without saying good-bye, he crawled from beneath the bench and squeezed beneath the side of the stall to find himself only ten feet from his exit. He stood and ran for it, thankful that no one would notice his departure.

"Albus? Hurry up," Harry called trying to regain his composure. "I need to stop by the office before we head home."

"Yes, father!" Albus called as he stared at the place Scorpius had just been. He crawled from beneath the bench and made quick work of putting on the robes. He stepped out from behind the curtain with determination blazing in his emerald eyes. He vowed then and there to save Scorpius Malfoy no matter what...

"What is wrong with me?" Scorpius asked angrily after he silently closed the door to the shop. Worried that Albus may decide to follow him, he didn't stop walking until he made it back on the crowded streets. From there, he found a secluded alley and went to wait there until he was sure his grandfather had given up his search. Madam Malkin's probably would have been safer for him to hide since Lucius had already been there, but it was not safe for the Potters... Scorpius sighed in defeat while putting his knees to his chest and locking his arms around them. He had been so stupid to even consider a friendship with anyone connected to the name Potter, let alone a Potter himself. He looked down at his clasped hands, glaring as he watched the glamour fade completely. He gritted his teeth and felt a tear slide down his cheek as he read the words: I shall obey and kill Albus Potter...