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A/N: Hey guys, time for some more Albus/Scorpius! This will be a two-shot.

Summer Storms

Part 1 of 2

I looked out through the window. Our backyard was occupyed by Lily, Roxanne, Fred, Hugo and James; they were playing Quidditch in the nice summer-weather. I chuckled as Hugo fell of his broom. He somewhat reminded me of myself on a broom – useless and defenseless against gravity.

"Albus, don't just sit there," mum said as she entered the kitchen with an empty bowl.

I shrugged and watched as she filled hot water in the bowl. I turned my head back to the window as the worry crept upon me.

I had promised Scorpius that I would tell my parents before the end of summer. I had promised him that we could go public after six months of secrecy. I had promised him all of this, not knowing how hard it was going to be.

Scorpius was telling his parents as well, and I was so worried for him. I knew how angry his dad could get from what Scorpius had told me. I was so afraid that they would kick him out.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" mum asked as she saw my worried face. I looked up at her. All I wanted was to come out to her, tell her everything.

Gryffindor – psh, I didn't belong there.

"Nothing," I said. Mum pulled out a chair and sar down opposite me. She folded her hands on the table.

"You can tell me anything," she said smiling.

"I know," I replied, looking down at the table. I heard her sigh deeply.

"Albus, you've been so miserable these past days. Hannah and Neville are coming over tonight with Sylvia, I thought that would cheer you up," she said.

We were silent for a moment. I looked out through the window and saw how happy my cousins and siblings were, how free they seemed to be. I turned my head to face mum and took a deep breath, collecting all my courage.

I took her hands in mine and looked her in the eyes, wishing more then anything that what I was about to say wouldn't hurt her.

"Mum I ... I'm ..." I trailed off, taking another deep breath. Why was this so difficult? I looked at my mum and saw that she was worried about me.

"Albus, just tell me," mum said.

I knew I couldn't keep it from her now; she would just keep asking. I couldn't postpone it any longer.

"Mum ... I'm gay," I said quietly.

It felt like something exploded inside of me, like I could finally breathe around her again. I looked at her; her face was blank and she was staring at me, as if she was expecting me to shout Just kidding! But I didn't.

"Oh Albus," she whispered, a single tear falling down at her cheek. She seemed to be in a state of shock.

"I'm sorry mum," I said as I felt the tears stinging in my eyes. I let go of her hands and looked down at the table. Did I really dissapoint her?

"Oh Albus," she said again as she stood up, went around the table and put her arms around me.

It had been so long since I had gotten a real hug from mum. I stood up and hugged her back. She was so much smaller then me, but it was still so comforting to hug her. I felt the tears running down my face. I hadn't cried in front of my mum since I was six.

As we pulled away I saw how hard she tried to hold her tears back. She looked at me.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she asked.

"I was afraid mum," I said quietly. Mum shook her head.

"I thought I had raised you to always come to me," she said, smiling weakly.

"So you aren't mad?" I asked. Her face turned serious.

"I'm not mad Albus. I'm sure this is not something you can control," she said. "And no matter who you love, you will always be my son."

"Thank you," I whispered. All these weeks filled with worry and then she wasn't even angry.

"But you will have to tell your dad and the rest of the family," she said. I swallowed.

Dad ... I really didn't want to tell him because I was sure that he would be angry. He was dad, he expected me to grow up, marry a nice girl and have lots of children. He would never accept the fact that I was gay.

"I'll help you talk to them sweetheart," mum said with a caring smile. I nodded. I felt like an eight-year-old who had to tell his dad that he had broken our neighbours window.

"Thanks mum," I said.

I sat back down and mum started making dinner. We were having the big family-gathering tonight so there was a lot to be done. Food for around fifty people didn't cook itself.

After a while, I decided to help her. She was happy that I wanted to, and assigned me to peel potatoes.

"Mum!" James exclaimed as he entered the room." When are we eating?"

"For Merlin's sake James!" mum exclaimed. "You're seventeen, be patient! We won't eat until everyone has arrived," she said. James sighed and sat down at the table opposite me.

I looked outside and saw that the sun was hiding between scary-looking grey clouds. Hugo, Lily, Fred and Roxanne were all looking up at the sky.

It was going to rain.

I returned to the potatoes and continiued peeling them. Lily, Hugo and the others entered the kitchen shortly after and mum was fast, assigning them all to do something. The kitchen turned into a factory with everyone chopping vegetables and sorting fruits. Lily and Roxanne seemed to be playing a game of sorts.

"Your turn Lily! If you could date any Gryffindor, who would it be?" Roxanne asked Lily as they were peeling onions opposite me at the table.

"I'm related to everyone in Gryffindor," Lily reminded her.

"Just pick one," Roxanne demanded. She was a year younger then me.

"Deryk Smethwyk then," Lily answered. Roxanne wrinkled her nose.

"Eww," she said. Lily shrugged.

"Okay, your turn Roxy. If you could date any of the Quidditch-captains, who would you date?" Lily asked. I shook my head, not really getting the point of their game.

"Hmm – well, that would be either Scorpius Malfoy or Harold Burke," she answered. I couldn't keep the small smile of my face.

"Eww, no, Burke is a pervert!" Lily exclaimed. "I'd totally date Malfoy, he's hot," she said.

"What did you say Lily?" James asked shocked as he turned around to look at Lily.

"I said that Malfoy is hot, James," Lily answered.

"No you didn't!" James exclaimed.

"Yes she did James, the girl is fourteen, calm down," I said.

"But ... she can't think Malfoy is 'hot'! What if they end up getting married and we'll have a whole bunch of Malfoy-spawn in our family!"

I couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Sorry, but I don't see that happening," I said as I tried to hold back the laughter.

"Yes it could!" Lily exclaimed.

"Lily, you are NOT going to date Malfoy!" James shouted. Lily glared at him.

"I can date whoever I want!" she shouted back.

"NO, YOU CAN'T DATE AT ALL! YOU'RE TOO YOUNG!" James shouted.

"Hypocrite," Roxanne said. I agreed with her; James had his first girlfriend when he was thirteen.

"Shut up the lot of you!" mum shouted as she was stirring in a huge pot on the stove. "Lily, James, please don't go sll brother-and-sister on eachother now."

James sat down on an empty chair and sulked.

...

Everyone had arrived and the food was almost finished. The rain was banging against windows and you could sometimes hear the thunder. Because of the storm, all fifty-ish something of us were crammed into the dining-room.

I kept glancing nervously around, waiting for a moment suitable for me to drop the bomb to everyone. I knew that no one would take it as well as mum had.

"Albus, what's wrong?" Rose asked. I looked at her. She was my best friend, and yet I hadn't told her.

I hadn't told her because I knew that Rose had a crush on Scorpius.

I knew this was just paining her slowly, but I couldn't bring myself to crush her hope, because Rose was fragile. She had been promised so many things, and then they had been taken away with such violence that it ripped pieces of her heart out. And now she had decided to dedicate that little shattered heart of hers to Scorpius, who was my boyfriend.

I was being a righ jerk to her. On purpose I had tried to slowly part myself from her so she wouldn't get suspicious, even though I knew she would have it easier if I had just told her right away. I did it for myself and because I had this naive idea that she would be happier that way as well.

She would be so angry when I told her.

"I'll tell you later," I said. Rose smiled weakly.

"You've been acting so weirdly these past months, I've been worried about you," she said. "Tell me, are you having girl-troubles?" she then asked.

"Not really," I answered, the guilt washing over me.

"Oh Albus! Who is she?" Rose exclaimed.

Everyone turned to look at us and I felt my cheeks redden. I hid my face between my hands and groaned.

"No Rose," I said.

"I can tell you're lying. You're just as red as my hair," she said, running a hand through her blood-red hair.

Mum entered the room, wand in her hand, and behind her, endless rows of food were levitating towards the table. James and Fred cheered loudly as the food settled on the table.

Soon, everyone was eating and chatting happilly. I felt misplaced in the crowd of family-members. The Weasley/Potter-family had always been a loud bunch, they had always been Gryffindors and they had always had humour. But I was diffirent from the rest of my family. My humour was complex and it wasn't as easy to make me open up.

James used to say that I was a misplaced Slytherin and over the years I had started to believe him.

After the meal, I thanked no to dessert, claiming that I had lost my appetite. I went from the table and into the kitchen with my plate, feeling mum's eyes on me.

I placed the plate on the counter next to the sink and looked through the window. I could hear the wind whistling and the rain thudding against the cold glass. I watched as the wind catched the leaves of the big tree in the backyard.

Then I noticed something – something that looked like it was trapped in the air.

As it came closer, I saw that it was someone on a broomstick.

"What the hell," I whispered as the person flew closer. Who the heck could fly like that when the wind was ready to blow Buckingham Palace off its ground? And what on Earth had driven this person to do so?

My eyes widened as the figure almost hit our tree and landed on the ground beneath it. Blonde hair and a soaking Slytherin-scarf ...

It was Scorpius!

A/N: CLIFFING! I like doing that :)

So, I pretty much have the second half planned out, but I am still wondering if I should make it Albus' point of view or Scorpius' point of view. What do you want to see? Tell me in a review :) I like those!

-Sonny-

(Sorry for any spelling-errors that might have been in this. You can always tell me in a review and I will correct them ASAP).