Their Son

Chapter Three - On The Train

In the POV of Cale

It's finally the day that we must board the train to Hogwarts. I've never been this excited for it. I fell like I am being magnetically pulled toward the bright red locomotive. I think my mate is doing that to me. I'm so glad to have my friends with me. They make dealing with this a lot easier. Even though Todd and Lucas keep making out in the middle of the platform. Lestat and his twin, Markee, are looking around at all the witches and wizards in cloaks, something close to disdain on their almost identical faces. I feel sorry for them, they will be horrified when they see what the other students look like when they are at school, they don't look much better than their parents.

My band and I are the most different of everyone here. We are punk, that's the simplest way to say it. We wear what we want, do what we want, all when we want to do it. Lestat actually looks the most presentable out of all of us. He's wearing a white wife beater and a pair of loose fitting black jeans. The only jewelery he has is a silver ring on his left thumb and he only wears it because I gave it to him when we were dating. Markee, on the other hand, seems to be wearing a punk version of a Catholic school girl's uniform, white knee socks and everything, but with safety pins and all other types of pins from bands she loves all over the skirt. She has a tie on, as the uniform demands, and it holds a pin that says: The Difference Between You and Me is That I Realize the Horror of Conformity.

Todd had managed to find and outfit less holey that most of his regular ones, and looked bored. Lucas was running his fingers through Todd's short green hair and was grinning at his vampire mate. Luke was proudly wearing a violet shirt that matched his eyes and a pair of baggy cargo jeans one of his favorite outfits. Lindsee, as usual, was wearing the exact outfit she had fallen asleep in, -a sky blue shirt and extremely loose green sweat pants- and she yawned tiredly, not used to waking before noon, let alone at eight in the morning to get to the train station on time after having breakfast.

I was wearing one of my usual outfits, a black, long sleve fishnet shirt, baggy black pants with straps and chains and huge pockets, and a mulberry g-string. I also had on my favorite pair of black Converse All Stars. Harry and Draco have come to see us onto the train. And Harry keeps complaining about my g-string.

"Cale Sirius Potter-Malfoy, I refuse to let you be seen like this!" Harry says to me and wraps a flannal shirt around my waist and ties it. Like that would actually stay around my hips for very long. "Why do you wear g-strings anyway?"

I don't think he actually wants to know, I just think that it's his "dad" instinct making him ask. "They are comforable, Father," I grumble and look at Lestat and Lindsee. They look embarassed for me. No wonder they're my friends. I want to get on the train so I can get away from the inquiries about my underwear. At least he didn't ask me about sex and Lestat again. Yeah, you heard me right, sex and Lestat. Harry is really really strange and way too interested in my life. I think that he thinks he's being a good dad that way.

"Go get on the train. We won't see you until Christmas, and we will come to see you," Draco tells me, wrapping an arm around Harry and pulling him away from me. I smile thankfully at my blond father. Harry nods, barely keeping himself from commenting about my g-string again, I can tell.

"Come on, guys. The train is about to leave," I call to Todd and Lucas, who are busy making out again, and head for the nearest open door onto the train. Our trunks had been put aboard about twenty minutes ago and I wanted to find an empty compartment. Even though with the six of us, we could have cleared a compartment easily.

After waving good bye to Harry and Draco, i turn back to my friends and say, "We need to find a compartment. And then I want to scent my mate." I walk up the corridor in the train and look in until I find an empty compartment near the back. It took about fifteen minutes, better than I usually do. We all file into the compartment and close the door behind us. Lestat looks at me and says one word,

"Hungry." He doesn't say it very loud, but he does say it and I look at him questioningly. He just shrugs and says it again.

"The snack cart will be around in a while. I want to scent," I tell him, and all eyes turn to me. "What? I want to find my mate. Is that a crime?" Markee looks like she wants to say yes, as does Lindsee.

Todd on the other hand is looking at me with no emotion. But he says, "Cale, man, you need to find your mate as soon as possible. You are wound too tight as it is. I don't want to see you when you sex drive is so high with no outlet for it. You need to get you mate to love you and want to bond with you as soon as you can. You need to get laid."

He is so nice. I'm a little tired of this. He's been telling me since last year that I need to get laid. Lestat even seconded him this time. I just glare at them and hurry to get out of the compartment so that I will not be distracted. The smell hits me right away, very light, but I can smell it. I turn to the left and then to the right, trying to judge which way the scent is stronger from. A pull leads me to the left, farther down the train until almost the last compartment. Only two people occupy this one compartment, a boy and a girl. I hope the one I'm smelling is the boy. He's cute, I know him. He's reading a book, it looks like one of the muggle books that I have.

The scent gets stonger when he looks up at me with clear blue eyes. His hair is auburn, and there is a light dusting of freckles on his cheeks and over his little nose; a Weasley. The only son of George Weasley to be exact. I think his name is Austin. Or maybe it is Alexander. I'm not sure because all I really notice right now is the scent, cherries and vanilla. Such a beautiful scent too. Just like him. I'm looking into his blue eyes and he's staring right back at me.

"Excuse me," calls the girl in the room, breaking the connection between me and the other boy. "Why are you staring at Alex?" She turns curious brown eyes at me and I can tell that she is a first year.

"Who are you?" I ask the girl. I keep looking at Alexander and he still looks back at me. I can't believe that this lovely creature is going to be my mate.

"Anise Lovegood. Who are you?" She asks back. She is reading the Quibbler, upside down, just like her mother did when she was at school, at least that's what Harry told me when I asked about our current Divination teacher.

"Cale Potter-Malfoy," Alexander answers for me. He knows who I am, good. He's still staring right back at me. I can't wait to tell him that he's my mate. I wonder what his reaction will be. Good I hope. I don't want to spend all year trying to seduce him. Without conscience effort my veela charm/attraction thing kicks in as I stare at this gorgeous teen. He leans closer to me, as though magnetically pulled to me. Just as he is about to reach out to me, he shakes it off and looks back at his book. Damn, so close!

"I'd better be going now. I'll see you later Alexander," I say to him sweetly and back out of the compartment. I hurry back to my own compartment, where my friends are, to be greeted with Todd and Lucas in the middle of grinding against each other on the floor. Stupid vampire and his mate. "I found my mate."

Lindsee looks up at me and grins. "Who is it?" she asks. I love how she's actually thoughtful enough to ask me, unlike the stupid vampire and his mate.

"Alexander Weasley. The only Weasley ever sorted into Slytherin House," I tell her and Lestat gasps. I don't know why he gasps like that over something as little as finding out that my intended is a Weasley.

"He's perfect. Exactly your type. Nature chose well for you," Markee says, looking at me with her pale aqua eyes. She shoots a short glare at her twin, silently ordering him to shut up about my mate. Markee always sticks up for me like that.

"Ammarkeenlaeoram, I can gasp anytime I please, over anything I please. Stop glaring at me," Lestat grumbles. It's not a good sign when he uses Markee's full name. Lestat never uses her full name, he always says that it doesn't suit her at all; he was the first one to start calling her Markee. He appears very angry at the fact that my intended mate is a Weasley... I don't know why he'd be angry over that, I can't control nature.

"Lestat, you have no right to be angry about Alexander being Cale's mate. You and Cale broke up a year ago. I can't believe that you would be not happy for him," Lindsee interjected before Markee could begin screaming at the sandy haired teen that she currently has the misfortune of being related to.

"But he's a Weasley! You hear how everyone talks about Weasleys. You can't tell me that I'm wrong in this." Lestat tries to make a point but it is hopeless. He knows that he is losing as he says it.

"People only talk about Percy Weasley and his children like that, never Fred and George and Ron and Ginny and Bill and Charlie. Never Molly and Arthur. I can't believe you Lestat. You should know better. I swear, if I ever hear you talk bad about Alexander and the majority of his cousins again, I will not hesitate to hurt you," I threaten lowly. My veela instincts have kicked in and I don't know what came over me. Even Todd and Lucas look up at me in shock at the anger in my voice. Lestat is looking at me in horror, afraid to move. I turn away, not wanting to see his stricken look any longer.

Markee and Lindsee come to me, touch my shoulders, try to make me turn and look at them. They want to calm me down, keep me from feeling the way I do. But it won't help at all. Lestat is going to be on my bad side from now on. Lindsee comes to stand in front of me, knowing that I won't turn around.

"Cale, he didn't mean for it to hurt you. He was just being stupid, believing that the talk about Percy was talk about all the Weasleys. He wants to apologize. Can you ever forgive him?" Her voice is soft, soothing. She knows just how to talk to calm me down, having witnessed Harry use the same tone so many times before.

My silver eyes meet her chocolate-red ones and I smile weakly at her. "I won't be able to forgive him. Not after this. But I can be nice, and I can be his friend again. He should know that you never disrespect a veela's mate, ever." I'm compelled to hug her suddenly and my arms and body move of their own accord; my arms wrap around her and I bury my head in her shoulder. This should be a happy time for me, I've found my mate, but Lestat has caused it to take a lot out of me and I am feeling very drained.

Third Person POV (weird time to put it in this way, but hey, what the hell)

Cale and Lindsee remained embraced for quite a while longer. A prefect came down the corridor of the train to tell everyone that soon they would be arriving in Hogsmeade Station and that everyone should be ready to get off. Markee shoved the boy back out of the compartment after he began staring at Todd's fangs, and slammed the sliding door shut. She glared at her twin brother once more and flopped down on one of the seats.

"Lestat, you better get over this thing! I won't stand for it and neither will Cale," Lindsee told the pale boy exasperatedly. She had let go of Cale and joined Markee in glaring at Lestat.

"Yeah, Les. You should have known better. Don't you remember how I was with Luke?" Todd asked. He and his mate were still on the floor, looking up at their four friends.

"I get it. Geez, I know better now okay? Let's just forget I ever said anything about him. I'm sorry." Lestat was still in a state of shock-horror, afraid to move too much or speak too loudly. He hesitantly looked over at Cale and was shocked to see the neutral look on his face.

"I can't forget it but I will think of it as a slip on your part. Lestat, remember what I said earlier. Don't ever insult my mate. Veela are more posessive than Vampires." Cale slumped down in the seat, his shaggy black hair falling into his silver eyes. He touched the piercing in his lip, still unsure of how it looked to everyone. Lucas had talked him into getting it done yesterday and he was still unused to the feel of it in the center of his bottom lip.

Among their group, the rest of the train ride was in silence.

In another compartment somewhere down near the end of the train

Anise Lovegood threw down her copy of The Quibbler after Cale Potter-Malfoy left. "What in the world was that Alex?" she huffed, tossing her long coffee brown hair over her shoulder. "Who is he and why did he barge into our compartment?"

"I told you his name, Anne. He's Cale Potter-Malfoy. I don't know why he was here but I can venture a guess. Draco is veela, Harry is his mate. I think that Cale came into his inheritance and was scenting for his mate," Alex explained. He was shocked that Cale's scenting would have led him to their compartment.

"So he's veela? He doesn't look like a veela."

"Trust me Anne, he's veela. I felt his pull. Didn't you feel it?"

"No, I didn't feel anything. What did he do?"

And that's when it dawned on Alex. The only reason that he would feel the pull and not Anise who was right there when it happened was if he was Cale's mate. "He was telling me that I was his mate. Or the veela blood in him was telling me." Alex closed his eyes and took in a deep breath to calm himself. "He's the one I told you about, over the summer."

"The guy you love? Are you serious? It was him you were talking about? I thought you said he was straight? He doesn't look straight at all," Anise replied. "You can tell that he is gay. It's obvious. Did you not see the g-string?"

"Shut up Anne. I can't tell who's gay and who's not. So I just assume that everyone is straight. I didn't want to get my hopes up." He looked at his young friend. "I can't believe I'm his mate," he sighed in awe.

"I can't believe it either. What is your father going to say about this?" Anise asked. She had never seen Alex look as happy as he did at that moment.

"I don't know. I hope he doesn't get pissed. Maybe I should have Aunt Luna tell him."

"You want my mother to tell your father that you're gay and mated to the son of the most famous couple in history? Yeah, that'll go over well. I can see the explosion now. Your father will be a lot more accepting if you tell him." Anise nodded as she said it. Alex would be hesitant to tell his father, but he would get over it if she made him do it. "Don't you remember anything about what your aunt Hermione told you about your father in Hogwarts?"

"No. What are you talking about?"

"Your father slept around. He dated his best friend Lee for a while, remember? He won't be pissed that you're gay. He'll be pissed that you're mated to the offspring of Draco Malfoy. When we get to school I can help you write a letter to him explaining. Okay?" Anise was being her normal helping self. She was a practiced peacemaker and she was only eleven.

"Okay. But be warned, if my father gets angry with me I'm blaming it all on you." Alex looked down at the book in his hands. Why had Cale looked at the book? He wouldn't know about muggle books, would he? Malfoy didn't like things muggle, at least that's what people said. But then again Harry had been raised with muggles. And Anne Rice was a witch, she just wrote for muggles. Alex had once again made himself confused.

End Chapter Three