"Don't, Kris," Rose said soothingly. "You were badly hurt, a dangerous explosion on the train home."
"I..." Kris groaned softly racking his brain. "I remember...Albus..."
Rose looked at him concerned for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"Albus...he was there in the compartment..."
Rose took a deep breath. She didn't recall Albus mentioning anything since summer started. Infact, Albus hadn't been talking to anyone much since summer had began. He spent time to himself and Rose suspected that it was because he was shocked that this kind of thing had happened to Kris. Was Kris just saying that he remembered talking to Albus before he went to his compartment or was he saying that Albus had been in the compartment with him before it happened.
"When was Albus there?" She asked softly but was interupted when someone else entered the room.
Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had adopted Kris when he was just a baby in Ireland, walked into the room with his biological son. They both smiled when they spotted Kris awake in his bed.
"Kris," Greggory Shacklebolt exclaimed as he stepped forward to his brother's bed. "You're awake!"
"Krisopher," Kingsley smiled at the boy he called his son. "I am glad o see that you are awake. We were very worried."
Kris smiled weakly. "Tired again..." He muttered and closed his eyes. "Rose, tell Albus...jerk...tell Scorp..."
Kris passed out leaving Rose with so many questions. She looked to Greggory and Kingsley who didn't know what to say. The healer came in and ushered them from the room moments later and Rose decided to find her mother who came to visit their ailing grandmother.
Albus sat in his room staring at the wall oposite him. He tapped his fingers on the bed besides him as if waiting for something impaiently. A breeze blew into the window caressing his cheek and blowing back his hair. More and more, he looked like his father though he didn't have to wear glasses like James did. A knock on his door startled him and he turned quickly towards the door.
Lily peaked into the room unsure and looked up at her older bother.
"Al?" She questioned softly locking eyes with her brother.
Albus felt uncomfortable looking at his sister. He knew when she was up to something. He knew what she wanted and she had her ways of getting things out of him.
"What?" He asked staring at the ground.
"Why are you always up here alone?" She asked stepping into the room and taking a seat on his bed. "I just like to be able to think," Albus replied sending a nervous glance over to his window. "Is that all you want then?"
"Are you thinking about that boy Kris?" Lily pestered.
"I don't have time for games, Lily," Albus glared at her and pointed towards the door.
Lily batted her eyelashes at him but knew it was hopeless. She sighed softly, got up, and then went to the door turning back only once to give him a sympathysing look before she disapeared down the hall.
Albus sat back on his bed looking out the window. An owl could be seen in the distance approaching with haste. A small envelope was tied around its leg and it flew into the room landing neatly on Albus's shoulder.
This bird was Albus's own owl that he had bought when he was younger. He had used him many times to deliver messages to students of magic in other countries. He had become quill-pals (A program the Ministry of Magic set up a few years after the Wizarding War) with two people: One from Beaubaton's school of magic and one from the newly named Salem Institute for Magic (formally known as the Salem Institute for witches).
The letter he held in his hands was a letter from The Salem Institute, a boy named Cantor White, one of the few boys at the Salem Institute for Magic, who had been writing Albus all summer.
Dear Albus,
From what you said in your last letter, you did something you weren't supposed to do. Your friend, Kris, it wasn't supposed to happen that way, right? I am terribly sorry that this has happened and that you have to deal with this stress. I suggest that you come to America but you probably won't. I'm sorry, AL. I know that you are conflicted but I want you to know that you have back up.
I started writing to Isabell and Rick at Beaubaton's like you suggested and they are pretty nice people. I also spoke to my friend, Bobby Low, and he is willing. All four of us are. We're your friends, no matter what. You wanted advice? Bobby provided a bit of advice that seemed to work. He said "You shouldn't have to worry about your cousin, your friend, and that other boy. You should focus on school work. If you have to sepperate yourself from the others, by all means." I will keep in touch with you, Albus. Write to Bobby or myself any time you need to.
Sincerly, Cantor White Albus sighed softly and folded up the letter and placed it into a box under his bed, laying back softly.
"Albus!" He heard someone call him from down stairs. "Rose is here and she needs to talk to you."
Albus pretended not to hear. He lay back on his bed listening to footsteps on the stairs.
AN: I am sorry again for the late update. I have started school again and I did get in trouble with my mother but I am back for a little bit. I thought I would type a bit today since I was sick and didn't have much else I could do. I hope that you guys enjoy this update. I hope to have a new one soon. Leave your reviews.
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I am crying... My precious OTP... :') I NEED MORE! I need! Update quicker!
I would have updated quicker but I couldn't. I am sorry. I am glad that you liked the story though. Keep leaving reviews. I really enjoy them. Thank you and message me with requests or what you want to see happen in the story. I will take a few of them and incorperate them into my idea. I love all of you guys. Thank you so much.
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