AlbusScorpius

LoveHate Relationship

A/N: Totally lost control of this story. I have nooo idea what's going on.

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Three weeks of reading, note taking, dodging questions, and help from Professor McGonagall, and Albus was standing in the empty space of an old classroom, tables and chairs stacked against the wall, his best friend standing next to his headmistress at the front of the classroom, a worried expression on her face. Professor McGonagall lectured him once more about the things he had to remember, and had him rehearse the spell needed for the transformation, refusing to let him try until he had the diction down perfectly. That was often where wizards went wrong, she told him. The old transfigurations professor clearly thought he needed more time to prepare, but was happy to let him have his first try. Everyone had to do a practice run at some point, and it had taken her several tries before she had succeeded.

"Remember your diction," she said, raising her wand. "Copy my stance- yes, that's correct. Be clear and slow, do not rush the spell. Now, on the count of three, one, two…"

Albus sucked in a breath, straightening his back, glancing into Yuna's eyes and receiving an encouraging nod, before turning back to the Professor's stern gaze.

"Three."

And he started. Slow, and steady, as she'd said. Pronouncing every word as clearly as he could. There was nothing at first, and he started to feel a bit upset. But then it started to happen; he started to feel a bubbling in his stomach, which spread out to each inch of his body. His hands shot to his head, clutching it as he started to groan, rocking back and stumbling slightly. He shook his head from side to side, continuing to moan in pain. Yuna glanced at their Headmistress, whose face was as unreadable as always, before biting her lip and turning back to Albus. The boy continued to chat, his voice tainted with pain. As he finished the spell, he let out a pained scream.

Yuna jumped as his skin seemed to stretch rapidly, limbs growing in awkward, unusual ways that made her slightly sick to her stomach. And all at once he was bigger, green eyes surrounded by fur, rimmed with the mark of his glasses and freckles. And in but moments it was over.

Albus collapsed onto his hands and knees, panting heavily and feeling saliva drop from his mouth. His green eyes were wide, and the two women in front of him noticed him shaking slightly. His fingers were stiff, and he found it difficult to move.

"Albus?" asked a small voice. "Are you okay?"

He tried to move his fingers first. They twitched in response to his touch, and he struggled to roll his head. Yuna shifted to his left, moving forward slowly with approval from their headmistress. She crouched close to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" she repeated.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he muttered, licking his lip, wiping off the moisture. "I think."

The elder woman relaxed slightly, clearly relieved to hear this. "Like I said before, Mr Potter. It sometimes takes several tries before you are able to hold the complete form."

"I'm not ready, then?" he asked.

They knew he was referring to the full moon, which was in two days' time. He had been eager to transform for that moon, so he could accompany Scorpius, despite McGonagall constantly reminding him that it may take more than one try. That had done nothing to deter his determination and focus, and she had threatened to put a lid on it if he didn't give some of his schoolwork some thought. She shook her head, but had a pleased smile on her face. "I don't think so, Mr Potter, however you seemed to transform much further than I did on my first go," she seemed incredibly excited. "And I was in my twenties when I completed my Animagus training."

Albus looked up, relaxing at the words and brightening slightly. "Could you tell what I was?" he asked, turning for one excited woman to a very thankful girl. "What animal?"

Yuna's thankful smile widened and mirth danced in her eyes as Minerva chuckled, shaking her head. "Ah, but Mr Potter; that would be telling."

The boy pouted slightly; though the women made it clear they weren't going to share this information with him, if they had caught a glimpse at what he would be. After a few more moments of Yuna rubbing his back, and his headmistress asking him questions about his physical state, they allowed him to rest, having to conjure a mattress as he felt too week to move.

"You'll need a couple of hours to recover, Mr Potter," McGonagall said, a smile on her face. "I'm very pleased with your progress today. We will try again tomorrow."

Albus grinned up at his mentor. "Thank you, Professor. I can't wait."

Zzz

Two more days, and it was time for Scorpius to go. Albus stood by the window in the common room, staring out into the grounds and sighing almost wistfully. Scorpius would be at the shack by now, he might've even transformed already. Riley was distracting people from asking questions, thankfully, as was Seamus. He had been so close that day, he knew it, he'd managed to hold his animal form for a whole minute, but McGonagall still forbid him to accompany his boyfriend for the transformation. She said the wolf would be there all night, not just for a whole minute. She had a point, but that didn't mean Albus had to agree.

His attention was drawn to a dark figure striding out across the grounds, towards the forest, where Scorpius would escape to that night. He frowned as he squinted, trying to make out the figure. He was amazed he caught the sight of them, with the dark hair and dark robe. The person turned to look at the castle, and almost seemed to smirk up at him. The pale skin was much easier to spot in the dark.

Albus felt his stomach sink and he pushed away from the window, sprinting to the door. He heard Riley call after him, but ignored it, rushing out of the common room and down several flights of stairs. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stick up on end as he thought of the smirk on the girl's face.

He stumbled several times as he made his way across the grounds towards the forest. He came to the edge, glancing around for a dark haired student, before making his way further into the forest.

He was stopped at the sound of twigs crunching behind him, and spun, his body going cold at what he was faced with.

There stood Misha, an arrogant smirk on her face, wand raised and pointing directly at him, jade eyes sparkling with victory.

"Misha," he breathed, panting from running so far. "What are you-?"

"Don't play nice with me, Potter," she said; a lot more calmly than usual. "I'm here for your little boyfriend. Though you are a better prize."

Albus backed away slightly, glancing around for an escape route. She raised a brow, not even bothering to follow him, knowing that he knew it was useless.

"Come now, Albus, you don't think I've thought this through?" she laughed, shaking her head. She sounded a lot more pleasant, happier, than usual. That possibly frightened Albus more than her wand. "Though, I didn't actually expect you to be here. You and your brother do have a knack for turning up unexpectedly while I'm trying to get my own back, however," she smiled brightly. "Like I said though; you are the better prize for once."

"What on earth are you talking about, Misha?" he asked, swallowing a lump in his throat and trying his hardest not to look scared. He wasn't sure if he was succeeding.

"I have been talking to my father, using a fireplace that the Room of Requirement has been providing me," she smiled coyly. "You know, the one little Freddy showed me? And he told me the most interesting piece of information," Misha spread her arms, looking up at the sky. "This forest," she started, turning back to Albus. "Is filled with the remnants of dark magic."

Albus glanced around, panicking. "It's what?"

"Do not interrupt me," she hissed, pointing her wand at him. "Else you will regret it." Once the boy had nodded, she lowered her wand, satisfied once again. "Ever since the war, this forest has been harbouring lingering magic from the final battle, which will eventually disappear," she smiled wickedly. "So I will use it before it does."

"Use it how?"

"Crucio!"

Albus screeched as he fell to his knees, pain wracking through him as he stared at the tip of Misha's wand with wide eyes.

"Father said it would be a good way to use up the magic," she said. "To get rid of the son of the Boy Who Lived," her smile widened. "It would certainly make my grandfather more comfortable in Azkaban," chuckling, the girl started to circle her prey. "It was you, or Scorpius. The son of the boy who lived, or the grandson of the traitor who sold him out."

Albus choked as she let him go, falling on to his hands and panting violently. His brow was lined with sweat, and saliva had accumulated in his mouth. He spat on the floor of the forest, feeling the jade eyes watching him from behind.

"You're a blemish in what could be a beautiful world," she hissed. "And I will take it upon myself to clean it."

The Potter boy never thought he'd be so thankful to see a monster.

Misha stared up at the large animal looming over them and started to shake, dropping her wand. "Wha-what is that?"

The golden yellow eyes scowled down at her, mouth twisted into a gruesome snarl, nose scrunched along its length. The eyes were trained on Misha, large, hairy, distorted limbs twitching. Albus stayed shock still, watching the wolf towering over him, praying he wouldn't be seen.

Misha shrieked turning and running backward.

The wolf pounced, and Albus watched as it trapped Misha on the floor, its arms and legs making a cage around her, yellow eyes boring down into her face. She sobbed, shutting her eyes tightly and looked like she was hyperventilating. As much as he hated her, Albus knew he had to do something; anything. He thought back to his transformation earlier that week, and knew there was only one way the two of them had a chance of getting out of this alive.

"Hey!" Albus called, standing with slight limp, pulling out his wand slowly. The wolf seemed to still, standing on his hind legs and giving Albus the most horrifying scowl he'd seen. He glanced at Misha, knowing he had to broach the subject carefully. "Don't hurt her."

Front paws touched the floor as the wolf seemed to back away, snarl still in place, eyes not moving from Albus. The boy nodded slowly, and started to repeat the spell that Professor McGonagall had him memorise over and over for the past few weeks. The scared girl was still plastered to the floor, staring up at the sky, chest moving rapidly. The yellow eyes shone, throat releasing a slow growl as the beast crouched slightly, and Albus knew he was getting ready to pounce.

And then he felt it happening again. The bubbling in the pit of his stomach, something he was beginning to get used to. He supressed a groan as he felt his body morphing into something it wasn't, blocking out the odd feeling of becoming larger. He sucked in a breath as he finished the spell, feeling his two front feet hit the ground. He glanced at Misha, who was still in shock, staring at the sky, and then at the wolf he was facing. He hoped to Dumbledore that he would remain in his animagus form this time.

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The wolf tensed as his prey vanished and was replaced with something much larger. The brown animal moved between him and the girl prey, and the wolf growled low in his throat. The animal replied with its own deep growl, standing on its back legs and letting out a roar. The wolf snarled, snapping his teeth as he was pushed back and away from the girl. He knew he only had a few hours left before he needed to return to his prison, and his host felt a strange dislike for the girl. But this animal was too big. He could not get passed him. The wolf paced slightly, before the brown animal fell back onto all fours and started to walk towards the wolf again, pushing him back further. There was a sudden flash and he and the animal were trapped in a pale bubble. He clawed at the cage, howling when he was unable to break it. His head snapped round to see the woman who escorted him to his prison standing there with a large man who was picking the girl up into his arms.

"Albus, McGonagall tells me you haven't been able to successfully hold your form yet. Are you sure it's such a good idea to-!"

The wolf let out a howl once again. He could not understand their strange words, and was becoming increasingly frustrated. This animal in front of him had disturbed his hunt, and had brought with it a cage. He charged.

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Albus grimaced as he was pressed against the side of Madam Pomfrey's shield violently, but he pushed back, swinging a paw round to smack the wolf behind him. It whimpered, stumbling and clutching its head. He felt a pang of guilt go through him, but didn't have much time to think as it came charging again. The wolf rammed its head into his stomach and he doubled over slightly, taking his large black paws and shoving it away, letting out a mighty roar and head-butting the wolf. He wrapped his arms tight around the beast, attempting to hold him in place.

"Turn him to face me!" Madam Pomfrey ordered. Albus turned, and the shield dropped. His eyes widened as a bolt shot towards him and hit the wolf. The vicious beast went limp in his arms, and Albus felt his heart being ripped in two for a moment. The woman lowed her wand, a stern look on her face. "We must get him back to the shack. Do you think you can carry him?"

Albus nodded numbly before tossing the wolf over his shoulder, paws landing on the floor again and allowing the wolf to land on his back. He followed the Nurse towards the shack, absentmindedly doing what Madam Pomfrey told him, finding himself standing to the side as she put a shield around the werewolf. He stumbled as he forced himself back into human form, falling backwards, out of breath and stunned.

"Mr Potter," Madam Pomfrey said softly. "You did very well to hold it so long."

He wasn't sure how he felt. He had held it as long as he needed, and hadn't broken it until he decided to. For once it wasn't his body rejecting the transformation. He was overjoyed. But he couldn't take his eyes of the limp form of the werefolf- no, of his boyfriend.

"A bear," the woman continued. "A very useful form."

The boy snapped his eyes up. "What?"

She smiled softly. "You're animagus; it's a bear."

"A bear," Albus repeated, swallowing a lump in his throat. "A bear."

And then his world went black.

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When Albus awoke, his body was screaming in protest. He glanced about, unable to move his head, vision blurry without his glasses. He was breathing heavily, and managed to roll his head to the left, letting it flop slightly. There was a buzz from somewhere close to him, and he forced his eyes to stay open in order to see. He saw a blur that looked suspiciously like his brother and sister rushing towards him and tried to speak, getting out a breathless mess of nothing.

"Al?" spoke his brother's scared voice. He had never heard his brother so fearful before. He let out another whimper and twitched his fingers, reaching his hand out slightly. Another hand gripped it, a firm grip, and he felt a smile crack on his face. "Al, we're here, me and Lily. You're okay. You're going to be okay."

"James," Lily said softly, looking up at her brother, whose voice had begun to crack. She said no more however, and the two stood by their siblings' bed, both of Lily's hands wrapping around her brother's clasped ones. James' head looked up, and he nodded his chin towards the other side of Albus' bed. The middle child struggled but managed to turn his head, letting it flop down to see what James was motioning to. There sat Scorpius in a chair, blurred and motionless.

"He's asleep," spoke James' voice. "He's been sat there since we got here. What happened?"

"Madam Pomfrey said she couldn't tell us anything, not without permission from the headmistress," Lily said quietly.

Albus rolled his head to his siblings again, raising a hand to gesture towards his face as he felt himself wake up more. Lily scurried to his bedside, picking up his glasses and movingto place them on his face slightly awkwardly. He breathed a thank you and smiled as the faces of his siblings became clear. They both had worried expressions on their faces, and Lily looked like she'd been crying. He turned back to look at Scorpius and felt his breath catch in his face however, at the large bruise on the boy's forehead.

"You have one too, Al," James said. "A bruise on your head. Did you get into a fight or something?"

Lily rushed round the bed to shake Scorpius awake, saying; "Scorpius, he's awake!" in the same quiet tone, but with more excitement.

The grey eyes fluttered open, and the boy rubbed his temple, pushing himself forward slightly. "What is it, Lily?" his voice was hoarse, and he looked incredibly tired and old beyond his years. Lily smiled and pointed towards the bed, Scorpius following her gaze. His eyes widened as they locked with green ones.

"I'm so sorry," the blond said, scrambling to Albus' side, tears welling up in his eyes as he ran his dirty hands over the dark brown hair. "Merlin, I'm so sorry."

Albus smiled, shaking his head and breathing: "Its fine, really, I'm fine."

"No, this is all my fault," Scorpius sobbed, openly allowing the tears to run down his cheeks. Lily and James exchanged confused and startled glances, watching the scene unfold.

"It's not, its fine," Albus insisted, taking Scorpius' hand in the one that wasn't holding James'. "I'm fine. You barely scratched me."

Scorpius didn't stop crying though. He buried his head between Albus' and the pillow, his wet cheek touching Albus' ear. "I was so scared, I couldn't remember what happened, Madam Pomfrey-she-she just-!" he broke down in a fit of sobs, nuzzling his head deeper. "I'm so sorry."

Albus went to chuckle, and found himself coughing instead. Scorpius lifted his head up, running a hand over Albus' cheek, concern laced into his face. "I'm just tired, that's all. Are you okay?"

"I love you."

Albus' green eyes widened and he coughed again, James running a hand over his hair. He looked up at his boyfriend with a stunned expression, slightly fearful. "You-you what?"

"I love you," Scorpius said again. "I love you so much. Don't ever do that again. I don't care if you did it for me, I'd rather be declared dangerous than lose you."

"It wasn't that bad," Albus persisted, shaking his head. "You just rammed into me a few times," he said, looking to James. "I-I need a drink."

"Sure, whatever you want, Al," James said, nodding and leaving instantly. "Lily, stay there," he said firmly, giving Scorpius a last warning look before disappearing.

Lily stepped forward, looking between the two. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "What did Scorpius do-!"

"I'm a werewolf," he said almost instantly, not taking his eyes away from Albus'. "Your parents know. Albus was in the forest last night during my change. I attacked him."

The girl clasped a hand over her mouth, the other on her chest as the colour drained from her face. "You-you what?" she gasped. "You attacked him? Al, are you-?" she could barely finish her sentence as she shook her head from side to side.

"I'm fine," Albus insisted, his voice coming back to him. "My stomach hurts, that's all. And my head."

"What did you do to our heads?"

"I head-butted you," he explained, flustering slightly. Then realisation dawned on his face and a he smiled a smile that lit up the room. "I did it," he whispered. "I became an Animagus."

"Yes you did, Mr Potter," came a stern voice from behind them. James stepped back into view with a glass of water, lifting his brother's head slightly and gently helping him drink. Professor McGonagall followed with a grave look on her face. "You also disobeyed me by going into the forest, when I warned that you weren't ready."

"I-I saw Misha following, and went after her," Albus explained. "I didn't realise she was trying to-to lure me."

A look of pure horror paced over Scorpius' face. "Misha…?"

"Ms. Goyle is currently in shock. When she wakes, she will answer for what she did to Albus."

All eyes were back on the bespectacled boy. It was James who managed to choke out the words; "What did she do?"

"She-she used the Cruciatus Curse," Albus whimpered. "I-I don't know what she was planning."

The headmistress straightened, steeling her face. "She will not go unpunished, Mr Potter, of that I can assure you. Now, your body will need to rest, and I will need to go inform the ministry of your success," she said, bowing her head and smiling wryly as she said; "Congratulations, Mr Potter. You are an Animagus."

The boy turned to Scorpius with a small smile on his face. "Isn't this great?" he asked, eyelids drooping once again. "I can come with you. You won't ever be alone again."

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PREVEW

"He's a fucking werewolf!"

"James would you-!"

"No, I bloody well will not! Why on earth are mum and dad okay with this?"

"Because they understand, James! And I thought you would too!"