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Chapter 6

Albus

"So Voldemort is alive?" Al asked.

His grandfather gave a shudder. "I guess I have to get used with you saying his name like that." He said. "You know, your father also does that."

"What?"

"You know… saying his name." He answered as he disassembled the muggle object he was holding, an old telephone.

"Saying what? Voldemort?" Al watched as his grandfather made another shudder. "I guess he really is dangerous."

Mr. Weasley turned and stared at Al who was perched on a broken stool. Apparently, they were inside the shed where he hides his precious muggle objects. "You don't seem pretty scared."

Al shrugged as he balanced himself on the four legged stool, who was now three and a half legged. "Well, in my time, kids think Voldemort is just a wizard to know, a wizard to study for us to pass the exams. I'll be honest, I'm one of those."

"Well, you're here; you need to watch for yourself." Mr. Weasley said as he completely abandoned his experiment. "If You-Know-Who finds out who you are… " He paused, "Why can't you just get nervous?"

Al shrugged "A side effect… I guess."

"Harry?" A hopeful girl asked but her face was soon showing disappointment. "Oh sorry, I thought you were someone else."

Al watched the girl's retreating figure as he dived his hands deeper in his pockets.

That's the twelfth time. He thought gloomily. They do know dad isn't a redhead right?

An hour passed since they arrived inside his uncle's joke shop and he got to admit, his father is pretty popular in this timeline. Ever since they got there, he was always being mistaken as Harry and ended up being asked for an autograph. How juvenile was that? Still, he can't help himself but admire his uncle's joke shop. Everything in Diagon Ally was near to gray, but this, this was the only place to be so alive. Well in the future it was ten times better than this, but in this crisis, it's really great.

Through the crowd he can see his young mother, Ginny, mom.

"…Are you or are you not currently going out with a boy called Dean Thomas?

"Yes, I am," said Ginny. "And last time I looked, he was definitely one boy…"

"…So what about Michael Corner?"

"I dumped him; he was a bad loser…"

"But you're moving through boyfriends a bit fast, aren't you?"

Shaking his head, Al took a different route away from his future mother. It just dawned on him that his mother isn't like any girls he thought. His mother was those girls who move through boyfriends to boyfriends, in short one of the popular girls. For a long time he thought his mum would be those naive, shy girls. Which is impossible considering that his mum's angry looks can kill, and has a voice of a banshee.

Al found himself looking at a tall rack with different not-so-edible cookies. Every cookies was place inside a jar with their names, one jar said "Ton Tongue Cookies, similar to Ton Tone Toffee." Another said "Tatter Teeth Cookies". Al grinned as he picked a jar saying "Popping Pimple Cookies" trust his uncles to make out of this world products.

"Found anything-"

"-You like?"

Al jumped as his young twin uncles appeared beside him. Even though he knew his uncle Fred was long gone, he doesn't feel that awkward around him. If he's being honest with himself, he knows the curse was making him more and more calm and insensitive; next thing he knew he might be emotionless.

"Aren't you Al?"

"The new housemate?"

Housemate?

"Well I wouldn't put it like that, but yes I'm Al" He said putting back the jar he was holding.

"How do you want us to put in then?" They asked leaning, "Al, the mighty housemate?" they identically wiggled their eyebrows making Al grin.

"No," He said chuckling, "I'd like it if you could just call me Al, and I'm assuming you're Fred and George?"

"Yep that's us," The twin at the right said "I'm George and nice tattoo." He said pointedly toward Al's wrist.

Hearing this, Al quickly hid his tattooed wrist behind his back. "You saw that?" He asked.

"Well who wouldn't?" Fred said "We're not blind as you can see."

"Where did you get that?" George asked, but one of the staff called them saving Al from his uncles.

"Mr. Weasleys we have a problem here." A tall blonde girl called from the end of the hall.

And with that, Al was left alone. Sighing he traveled back to Mrs. Weasley only to see six pairs of feet traveling towards the door. He doesn't need to think before realizing it was his father, aunt and uncle under the invisibility cloak. What are they doing? Well, that's the only proof he need for him to know that his father and his friends are as reckless as ever.

Just then, a distant memory of his father telling him a story back when they, Harry, Ron and Hermione, were in their sixth year; and stalked Malfoy when they first visited the joke shop. A story that he let slip in which he got a glare from his wife.

Al stifled a laugh and shoved his hands inside his pockets.

"Where are they?" A fuming Mrs. Weasley said. "Hagrid, are you sure you didn't see them come out the shop?"

It's been an hour since Harry left and now every one noticed they're absence. Al bit his lip and watched the people come in and out the shop. What's taking them so long?

"I'm sure they're here somewhere." Mr. Weasley said.

Albus started to have second thoughts whether to tell them that Harry left the shop with Hermione and Ron when a girl, about his age, came out of the shop which caught his attention. She has black shoulder length hair, pale skin and bright blue eyes.

The moment he laid his eyes on her, he knows that this girl is different, something about her is not right. The girl caught him staring at her and their eyes met, smirking, the girl gave him a look that exactly meant 'I know who you are'. Stunned, the girl waved then left. It took long enough for him to realize what just happened, just as he was about to call her, the girl was out of his sight.

Damn!

"Hey Mrs. Weasley," Al spun around and saw the three missing people they've been looking for. Finally!

"Where have the three of you been?" Mrs. Weasley asked haughtily, "We've been looking everywhere for you!"

"We were in the back room." Hermione said, "Fred and George brought us there to look for more products."

"That's impossible, we've looked there already." Mr. Weasley said.

"Yer lucky we didn' called the ministry." Boomed Hagrid.

"Maybe you didn't searched well." Ron said shrugging.

They bickered their way until they reached their destination. The others kept on insisting that they have not looked properly while the others kept on telling them that they searched everywhere. Al grinned knowing that his father was a really good liar, something he didn't inherited.

When the others finally got inside the car, and the only people left outside is Al and Harry, Al stood on his toes to reach his father's ear and whispered "Nice invisibility cloak, was it fun stalking Draco?"

Harry

The minute they got home, Harry found himself thinking.

Albert knew he followed Draco using his invisibility cloak, and considering that he didn't know he even had one. The only way for Al to know about it is if he showed it to him. But he didn't! And it's impossible for him to accidentally find it. Still, what bugged him the most was what was Draco doing in Borgin and Burkes and his satisfied look when he left the shop.

Night came before they knew it, and everyone was happily sleeping on their respective beds, but Harry was still awake. The look on Draco's face never left his mind. 'Don't forget to keep that one safe.' It looks like Draco wants two objects from Borgins. And knowing the place, everything inside that shop is filled with dark magic.

Just then, he heard something very soft, if he hasn't been listing closely he wouldn't have heard it. The noise sounds like a person in pain, no, it sounds like a person scared and troubled. His mind automatically traveled toward Mrs Weasley as he remembered the time she tried to take away the bogart back in Grimmauld.

Standing on his feet, he followed the sound until he reached a tattered painted door. As he opened the door, what he saw took him off guard. It was Al.

His knees were digging on his chest, toes curled, hands cover his ears, and even from a far his body was filled with sweat. What scared Harry the most is that he kept muttering the same words over and over again "Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop" Harry automatically rushed to Al's aid. Harry placed his hands behind Al's back and tried his best to comfort him.

He didn't know whether to call Mrs. Weasley or not, if he calls he'll have to leave Al alone, but if he screams for her he'll wake the whole household and make a huge commotion. Whimpering, Al gripped his ears harder while muttering louder, "Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop"

Not knowing what to do, Harry kneeled down next to Al and hugged him. It was pretty strange considering that Harry was hugging him from the side, but this is not the time to think about that. "Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay" He whispered. Al's muttering, positioning and grip soften as Harry continued to mutter him soothing words.

It was the time when Al fell asleep in his grip, did he realize that what he did was something a father or a mother would do, something Mrs. Weasley would do. No, Hermione would also do this. It's not what he did, it's what he felt. The moment he saw Al, he felt that he need to protect him, the need to comfort him, the need to stay beside him. Which is weird because the first time he met Al, he knew he wouldn't like him at all.

"What is going on with me?" He whispered.

As he laid Al down, he watched as he shifted his position and produce small snores from his mouth. Even if the only source of light is the moon, the number 89 was still visible on his wrist. "Who are you?" Harry muttered. "What are you doing here?"

A/N: I know, I know, it's filled with drama and stuff, but seriously who hates drama? I've been thinking a lot lately and I realized that Harry should have a "Father Feeling" toward Al, I mean hello he is his son after all.

And I know you're confused why Al suddenly got this weird episode or something, but don't worry you'll find out about it in the next chapter.

And before I can even forget, the girl that Al saw back at the joke shop is not an extra. She has a large part in this story and she'll reappear after a few more chapters. Even though I'm trying my best not to add OC characters I just can't, I can't make a big twist without adding some right?

Anyway, hope you like the new chapter!

Potato couch and purple mangoes!