Hi all. Hope you have enjoyed the story so far. So now we will learn the consequences of the fight. Al and Scorpius hopefully will become a lot stronger, particularly Al, after the past events. Any suggestions feel free although please could you guys review. It doesn't take very long and each one makes me very happy! Enjoy :)

Albus Dumbledore

"I want to remove my grandson from this school." Lucius demanded. "Or at least give him a resort."

Scorpius shrank behind Al as his grandfather glared at him. Albus stood protectively in front of his friend. He knew he disliked the man before him just from looking at him. He knew how much grievance this man had caused his father and family.

"Scorpius has a right to stay here!" Al said, frowning at the old man, who's silver eyes in turn glared at the young Potter.

"Quiet Potter! Ignorant brat, you have no idea how much humiliation my grandson has caused my family for being sorted into Gryffindor." Lucius Malfoy snarled.

"Don't speak to my son like that!" Harry Potter said sharply, and then he said more calmly, "I don't see why your grandson has caused you humiliation for being sorted into the house which is obviouslyright for him."

"You don't know half of it Potter!" Lucius growled.

"I'm afraid he does, Malfoy." It was Ron's turn to speak, he could never stay silent for long. "My nephew, as you may have noticed, has been sorted into Slytherin."

Malfoy's eyes widened in shock and now looked at Albus more closely. He smiled nastily as he saw the Slytherin crest on Al's Hogwart's robs.

"Then you'll know of what I speak, Potter." He said snidely.

"Why you-!" Harry began, but he was quickly interrupted by McGonagall.

"Gentlemen." McGonagall snapped, for the three wizards seemed to have forgotten that they were, in fact, in the Headmistress' study, needing to discipline their children, not argue amongst themselves.

"I will not have you arguing like children when I am trying to discipline my students." McGonagall said sternly, eyeing the three men with disappointment, and Lucius something a little harsher.

Al could barely look at his Uncle for even suggesting his father was disappointed. Even Harry looked a little shocked at Ron.

"Sorry, Professor." Harry said and then he frowned at Ron, "I'm not disappointed in Albus, Ron."

Ron turned as red as his hair and mumbled something of an apology. Then he turned to McGonagall.

"To be honest, Minerva, I don't know why Rosie is here. She did nothing wrong."

"Your daughter is not in trouble, Mister Weasley." McGonagall said, "I merely needed her as a witness. The other five Gryffindor boys are serving detention tonight with Hagrid."

"I'm sorry, why are the Gryffindor boys serving detention?" Ron said, obviously surprised Gryffindors which were not Harry and Ron could get into trouble now, "Surely it was Malfoy who should be punished."

"I agree." Lucius said sternly.

Al could feel Scorpius simmering with rage next to him.

"Dad!" Rose shouted, Ron almost jumped; he had never heard his daughter yell at him with such hatred before. "How could you even suggest such a thing?" She said, exacerbated, "Scorpius was provoked. The other boys insulted his family."

Now it was Lucius' turn to look surprised. He looked at his grandson with a mixed expression, there was still disappointment and hatred in his eyes, but also… concern…

"Is this true, Scorpius?" He asked cryptically.

Scorpius had to clench his fist to not snarl. He was sick of being treated as a disappointment by his grandfather. "Yes grandfather." He said, he voice came out strangely robotically.

"There Weasley." Lucius sneered nastily at Ron, "I believe you have some growing up to do."

Ron was about to say something unpleasant when McGonagall and Harry both shot him warning looks.

"Thank you Miss Weasley, and Mister Malfoy." McGonagall said, "However, you two boys still need to be disciplined, you both know you can't have fights in school. Lucius, as Scorpius actually stood up for your family, even though I know for a fact you have been treating him badly ever since he got sorted into my house, I think you should give him another chance at this school. Who knows, his sorting may clear the Malfoy name."

Lucius sneered nastily at McGonagall. "My name is clear. But let me tell you this, McGonagall. One more slip up, one more wrong doing, and that boy is going to Durmstrang."

Without even saying goodbye to his grandson, Lucius swept out of the office, his cloak billowing behind him, not without shooting Harry and Ron dirty looks.

McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. "Well now." She gazed sympathetically at Scorpius who still held his head down, he didn't want to look at anybody.

"You two boys will be joining the other five in detention this evening." McGonagall said sternly, ignoring the angry look from Harry Potter.

"Professor, my son has done nothing wrong, he was telling the truth and he stood up for his friend." Harry insisted.

"Be that as it may, Mister Potter." McGonagall sighed, "I cannot allow fighting in the school grounds. These boys must respect the rules."

"That's easier said than done when the rest of the students don't respect us." Al snapped.

"Albus!" Harry warned, narrowing his eyes at his son, whose head lowered in acceptance. Scorpius put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder, he cast a heated look at the Chosen One, who looked so startled he didn't know what to say.

"Boys." McGonagall said sternly, "It's ok Harry." She then added. "I know it's been difficult for you two, your sortings were a shock to all of us." She eyed Al in particular, who shrank under her gaze, "However, you are both where you belong and I want you to make the most of your years here. I understand you are doing well in Potions Al. Professor Finch already speaks very highly of you. Although Professor Delanor said that you were twenty minutes late to your first Defence lesson."

Al bit his lip. At least the fact that he was good at Potions softened the blow that he was late for his Defence lesson. He shrank under his father's surprised, and slightly disappointed gaze.

"Why were you late, Al?" Harry asked, concern deep in his voice. It was very unlike his son to miss a class, even in his muggle primary school, Al was never sick and never missed a thing.

Al bowed his head. Not wanting to mention James. However, his father knew his I-don't-want-to-talk look.

"Albus! What happened?" Harry said, firmly yet gently.

"James said that I was no longer a Potter." He whispered. Harry didn't quite catch it, but Scorpius did, who snarled in response.

"I'll get that prat!" Scorpius growled.

"Mister Malfoy!" McGonagall warned. Scorpius blushed, momentarily forgetting he was still in the Headmistress' study.

Harry raised his eyebrow at Scorpius.

"What did my son say, Scorpius?" Harry said, knowing how to get his son to speak.

Scorpius was about to open his mouth when Al said quickly, but more loudly this time,

"James said that I was no longer a Potter."

Even though Lucius Malfoy wasn't here and most of the tension had gone, Harry tensed immediately, shock clear on his face. Never had he expected one of his children to say something that harsh!

"He wouldn't." It was Ron who spoke, Harry glared at Ron, whose shoulders slumped.

Harry nodded his head, almost robotically. "Right." He said. "Well I'll go and talk to James." Harry glanced helplessly at McGonagall, who nodded, her lips pursed and clearly annoyed with her students. Al felt tears well up in his eyes. This was so not fair!

"Mister Weasley and Mister Potter, you can go now. You two Miss Granger-Weasley."

But Rose was staring above McGonagall. At an old cloaked man with a long white beard and half-moon spectacles. Al followed her gaze and his disappointment evaporated, there before him, was the portrait of Albus Dumbledore, and another one of a very familiar hooked-nose man.

"Professor Dumbledore! Severus!" Al cried, his face lit up all at once, his previous predicament forgotten. Harry smiled. McGonagall chuckled.

"I think it's time to leave." McGonagall said. Signalling to Rose, Harry and Ron.

"Oh but I would love to speak to Professor Dumbledore. Mum and Dad have told me so much about him!" Rose begged, widening her eyes to her infamous puppy-dogs to both her father and her Headmistress.

"It's alright Minerva, Miss Granger-Weasley can stay." Albus said, smiling at Rose warmly, who blushed under his gaze. "And of course young Mister Malfoy and Mister Potter, I've been waiting to speak to you two."

Al blushed under the portrait's warm gaze.

McGonagall sighed. "Very well."

"It was good to see you again Professor." Harry gave McGonagall a gentle hug and a peck on the cheek. She had been like a mother to Harry, besides Mrs Weasley of course, but McGonagall had always been there for him at school, even when everyone else was against him, like fourth year.

"Bye Harry." She returned the gesture, she then nodded to Ron. "Bye Ron."

"Bye Professor." Ron said, then he hugged his daughter firmly. "By angel-face."

"Daaaad!" Rose said, "Quit embarrassing me."

"Sorry petal." Ron grinned and then walked into the fireplace and disappeared in a blaze of green flames.

Al's shoulders slumped. Uncle Ron always acknowledged him, he even said Al was his favourite nephew… or used to. But he hadn't even as much said goodbye or even looked at him before he flooed back to the Ministry. Even Harry was glaring at the empty crate where Ron had previously stood.

"Well, I'll leave you kids alone, I have a staff meeting, but please do not touch anything you aren't supposed to. I assume as you'll be seeing James later on, you wouldn't mind staying for the evening feast?" McGonagall asked.

"Would love to, Professor. Although I must leave straight after, urgent business." Harry said.

"Of course, I would expect nothing less." McGonagall said, and she followed Lucius' path previously, out of the study, although with much more grace and decorum than Malfoy had.

After a few minutes of silence, it was Al who broke it.

"You aren't mad at me dad, for being sorted into Slytherin. Everyone else is… uncle Ron hates me!"

Harry walked up to his son and bent down so he could look at Albus in the eye. Scorpius moved nearer to Rose, leaving the two Potters to talk.

"I meant what I said on the platform, son." Harry said sternly, wiping away a stray tear from Al's cheek. "I am proud that you were sorted into Slytherin. You shouldn't care what everybody else thinks. I want you to focus on what you want, what you want to achieve at Hogwarts, good grades and good friends, and just be the best of what you, Albus Severus Potter, can be."

Al smiled through his tears and gave his dad a firm hug. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, holding on as though he never wanted to let go. Both Potters broke apart. Harry put an arm on his son's shoulder after he stood up.

"And don't worry about your uncle Ron." He said, "You and I both know how stubborn he is, he'll come round eventually. Most of the family agree with me."

Al smiled thankfully.

"Don't worry, Al." Rose lunged at Harry and gave him a hug, Harry and Albus laughed as Harry returned it. They both broke apart. "I'll get some sense knocked into him. I'm sure Mum will by any means."

"Absolutely." Harry nodded. Al smiled.

"What about James?" Al said quietly to his dad, who frowned.

"Surely James has still been supportive." Harry said, appalled that his eldest son would even think of neglected his youngest.

"Of course that buffoon wouldn't, he's a menace to the whole school!" Severus' angry voice from the wall above shocked Harry for a moment, but he quickly composed himself.

"Hello Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore." Harry said, he then turned to Snape, "Professor Snape I know you think my eldest son's a menace, whilst he may be getting into trouble too much for his own good, he really is a good boy, you should have seen his grades last year. The fact that he made the Gryffindor quidditch team on his first year like me." Harry said sternly, as Snape grumbled a few incoherent words which sounded along the lines of 'just like his grandfather'. "I know you don't like the name, but I love both of my sons equally."

"Well said, Harry." Albus smiled at the man Harry Potter had become. He couldn't believe how wise and mature the boy he once knew… who had no idea who he was or what his destiny was… standing before him now.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry said.

"How many times have I told you to call me Albus, Harry you deserve that much, we are equals now after all, if anything you've become far more advanced in magic than I could ever have hoped back when I was Headmaster."

Harry blushed, mimicking Al's blush before.

"Thanks Professor."

Dumbledore simply smiled at the eldest Potter.

"Right, well I'd better see how James is. Don't worry Albie, I will have a word with him." Harry promised his son, who hugged him again.

"Thanks dad." Al and Harry hugged and then broke apart, and Harry too left the study.

At first it was as though silence had descended on the room like a fog. Al, Rose and Scorpius huddled together, gazing at the portraits. Rose was trying her best to comfort the two boys.

"I'm so sorry guys." She said, "It was my fault. If I hadn't been arguing so loudly…"

"Hey." Al said firmly. "It was not your fault. We were irrational." He nudged Scorpius. "Right Scorp."

Scorpius merely sighed. Al cast his friend a sympathetic look.

"Malfoy, is it?"

Scorpius looked up. His eyes were tearing and his cheeks were pale, but his expression brightened slightly when he saw the old Potions master.

"Hello Professor Snape, yes it's Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy. My dad's told me so much about you."

Professor Snape raised a greasy eyebrow. Scorpius smiled sheepishly at the portrait.

"You look a lot like your father." Snape said.

Scorpius beamed proudly. Dumbledore smiled at the boy, who in turn, looked sceptical at the old man, after all, his family still didn't particular like Dumbledore, even if he was just a portrait.

"Young Master Malfoy, you have done your family proud, Lucius will come round in the end." Dumbledore lowered his gaze at the young Malfoy, who was speechless, not knowing what to say in reply to the portrait.

"Now." Dumbledore said, turning his gaze to the young Potter, "I believe we share the same name Mister Potter."

Al blushed, his green eyes shining in wonder, "Yes Professor Dumbledore. Dad's told me so many wonderful things about you, you and Severus."

"I know Potter probably relishes the months when I am in this portrait rather than at your house." Snape sniffed.

"I think he secretly enjoys your company." Al said, much to Severus' surprise, "I know Kreacher and Lily do."

Snape's face softened at the name Lily. When he had seen that girl for the first time, he too had fallen in love with her, just like he had with Albus.

Snape grumbled something and stalked out of his portrait. He was still stubborn to show his feelings, even as a painting. Al was used to it, however. Scorpius and Rose, meanwhile, looked shocked at the old Potions Master's behaviour.

"What? How could you be so friendly with him Al?" Rose said as he left. "Dad has told me about all the horrible things he did."

"Ah." Dumbledore said, "Weasleys can be very stubborn, as can Severus be. But he does have a heart, Miss Granger-Weasley. He does. Now, I think it best if you three would get back to class. I do hope we get to meet again, but under better circumstances I hope."

The three children smiled.

"What about McGonagall?" Rose enquired.

"Don't worry, she told me to send you out. Just don't be late for detention tonight – even though I do agree with both of you might I add." Dumbledore winked at Albus and Scorpius, who grinned at the old portrait.

"Bye Professor." The three children said, at different times. Then Al piped up, as Rose and Scorpius left through the door, "I'm proud to have your name."

Al gave the old Professor a dimpled smile and followed his friends out of the office. Dumbledore smiled at the Potter. "I am honoured. More than you know."

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