Albus was sure that he was in shock just now.
At least, Albus thought that that was what you call it when you've experienced such a massive surprising and upsetting and shocking event, that you don't know what to think, say, or feel - but then, everything Albus had thought he had known, had just been flipped upside-down in the last few minutes, so then what did he know about anything, anyway?
With a start, Albus suddenly realized that he was shaking. And had broken into a cold sweat. He looked up to see his parents (if he could even call them his parents, anymore) - looking...concerned.
A spark of anger flickered in him. As if they were really concerned about him, now, after what they had just told him. Fat chance.
In fact, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Finally he couldn't hold it in anymore, but at this point, he didn't even care. He let it all out.
Albus took in a deep breath, and then practically roared, "ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE?!"
"Albus-"
But Albus was having none of it. He gave his...parents a withering look, before yelling, "EIGHT YEARS! Eight years you lied to everybody else, - and then for FOURTEEN YEARS you've been lying to ME as WELL! YOU are the WORST parents EVER! I HAAAATE YOU!"
He then stalked angrily out, and made for the door. He had just opened the door, with the full intention to slam it after (and was definitely not blinking angry tears as well, thank you very much), when his wrist was suddenly snatched. And not lightly, either.
"WAIT! Don't LEAVE!"
Albus whirled around to see his D-not-Dad, looking very scary and roughly yanking him by the wrist. Seriously, it was starting to hurt.
Albus furiously yanked his wrist back. "Why shoULDN'T I?" And why shouldn't he, really? After all, his - so-called father had just revealed that he never was his father in the first place, and probably never was. Why didn't he just leave forever right now and never come back? He wasn't scared of him anymore.
"I mean - at least now I know why you've always HATED me," Albus added viciously, not thinking, ignoring the part of him that said that that wasn't completely true - but at this point he didn't care, he was angry, and hURT, and all he wanted to do was to hurt Harry BACK. And based on the look on Harry's face, it had worked - but did he think he was actually fooling Albus with that fake look of hurt and shock and guilt and- all that- it was actually all true, wasn't it?
It had to be true. It only made sense. It was just like Delphi said - Delphi really was right, Albus suddenly realized, and almost let out a hysterical laugh. Somehow it was only now sinking in, but it was so accurate... She was right, she was right all along...
Poor Albus...
Sorry this took so long, but I did warn you. And the next chapter may take a while, too, because I have finals coming up. Though, I may be able to get more done over the holidays, depending on if I'm traveling or not...
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