A/N: I'm just testing the waters with this litte drabble. Maybe I'll make it a series, but I really just wanted to write an emotional reaction from Albus. It was inspired by my current favourite fanfiction author that is JessicaDoom, but I don't wanna give away any spoilers if you haven't read this particular story yet, so I'm not mentioning it.
If you want to, you can go listen to the "Hold Me Down" album by You Me At Six. It's the album Al's listening to.
Al sits on his window still, bare feet on his desk top, and listens to muggle bands all day. He's wearing sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt, no socks, and his brother's Gryffindor hat. He hasn't really moved from the spot he's sitting in since he got home at 2:30am.
By lunchtime, both his mother and sister are peeking in through his bedroom door in a 20 minute rhythm. Al's blank stare is fixed to the wood panelling on the ceiling. Nothing changes, except for the song blasting through his headphones on full volume.
By the time his dad gets home, Albus counts the police sirens at the beginning of the song The Consequence for the 23rd time, indicating the number of times his favourite album has been repeatedly played thus far.
The loop doesn't end. Just like his relationship hasn't really ended 16 hours ago. It goes on and on, it's a perpetuum mobile.
His dad, however, has had it with Al's self-imprisonment and yanks the headphones off his son's head when he won't even have one spoonful of Ginny's famous chicken soup.
Al stares him in the eye. Harry freezes, headphones hanging from his hands. He approaches Al like he's some sort of wild animal - like he's a deer and Harry's a hunter.
„Albus-"
Harry's lips are a shotgun, his vocal chords are the trigger and Al's name is a bullet. And it hits him, it hits him right in the head.
He breaks, he crumbles like pumpkin pie. He slides off the window still, over the desk, knocking over the bowl of steaming soup and lands on the floor. He doesn't really feel the pain in his knee caps when he hits the ground, he can't see clearly either. There are no tears, however, there's just that silent cry he can't really vocalize as all the air's been knocked out of him from the fall. He's breathing rapidly - way too fast - and Ginny yells for Lily to call Mr. North.
Al's choking on something that's definitely not tears and moments later, he's gagging over a waste bin, trying to clear his empty stomach of what's so hard to swallow. It's over.
His stomach is convulsing. Every muscle in his body is working to get rid of it. The scent, the taste, the words, the promises.
James rushes to his side. He runs his hand through the front of Al's hair and Lily appears in the doorway. Mr. North isn't available at this time. Turns out, psychiatric healers have a tight schedule.
So, that was a bit off. There's no rhyme or reason to what you've just read. You can interpret the living hell into what's really happened to Al and who he was in a realationship with and how the story continues. Now, go read Jessica Doom's stories, they are amazing.