It was the bullying that convinced him to do it. The constant abuse that little Scorpius suffered at the hands of what seemed like the entire school, sans Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw students preferred to quietly ignore his presence whilst others were much more vocal of their hate for everything his family was and everything they stood for. But Albus couldn't stop watching Scorpius with some kind of morbid fascination. Never had the blonde boy reacted in the slightest to whatever the other kids threw his way. And it simply amazed Albus. He was pretty sure that if he was in Scorpius' shoes, he would have broken down crying weeks ago. Albus would have been terrified to leave his dormitory and he would have shied away from everyone. Not Scorpius though. He walked around with his head held high and a certain grace that screamed aristocracy. Albus admired him for it. He respected him but at the same time, he pitied him. Albus had heard many stories about the Great War and many scary stories about one particular family. No wonder people treated him how they did. Other first years shrank away from his gaze, terrified of what they believed him to be capable of. The older students, armed with WWW products, preferred to "show him who's boss", per say. But not Albus. Albus just sat, half way across the Great Hall. And all that separated them were two tables, a handful of students and centuries of prejudices. Now Albus could walk between the tables. Albus could weave around the students. But how could he escape the prejudices? The Malfoy's were evil. Always have been. Always were. Always will be. The entire wizarding world knew that. So Albus sat back, and let everything happen. He allowed people to abuse him for 7 months. But he was going to do something about it. Because how could someone so polite and considerate be so fundamentally bad? They couldn't. Albus had made a decision, and Scorpius didn't deserve to be treated like some social pariah. Albus was going to change it.

So Albus stood from the Gryffindor table. He walked between the two tables, weaving past the students and crashing through centuries of prejudices. When he reached Scorpius, Albus just stood, suddenly unsure, and as the young boy turned to see him, weariness written into his expression, Albus knew that it was too late to turn back. So the two stared at each other for a few moments before Albus finally remembered what he came over to do. And with everyone's eyes on the pair, history was written.

Albus sat down in one of the many empty spaces next to Malfoy and began filling his plate with the food that was piled in the centre of the table. No words were said and as Albus glanced surreptitiously out of the corner of his eye, he saw the slight smile on Scorpius' face, and was not surprised to note the matching smile on his face. Because through such small actions, Albus Potter realized that he had made someone slightly happier.

What both boys didn't know however, was that they would become each other's best friend. They would remain best friends forever. And on Thursday March 16th, two brothers had sat together, and changed each other's life.

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