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Stratego - Scorpius Malfoy

Defence Against the Dark Arts - Write about a witch or a wizard who has experienced emotion so strong that they are paralyzed for a short period of time. Prompt: Are you ...okay?";

Ultimate Chocolate Frog Card Trading & Duelling Club - (Bonus!): Albus Severus Potter - Challenge: Write about Albus Severus Potter.

Acrostic-y Challenge of Chapter Titles II - A = Azkaban (first word and title to begin with A)

Gringotts Prompt Bank - (1) OC name = Jasmine Cooper (10 points) (2) Albus Severus/Scorpius (3) Crawl (4) sickly (5) Toward

Quidditch Pitch - "As If I had a choice!"

Drabble Club - Dementor

An Unwanted Visit

Albus slowly got out of the boat, looking up at the large prison. It was the last place he wanted to go, but there wasn't much choice anymore. There was no choice at all.

Not with the new threat (or would that be old?) on the horizon. One they were working hard to get rid of.

The pair headed inside, and Albus looked around the grey, dank walls as Scorpius spoke with the guard.

He barely paid attention to the guard's words, as he was too busy looking around, making sure no Dementors were close-by. He was sure he could feel them there.

Albus didn't want to be in Azkaban. He had encountered Dementors twice before, once in a prison escape, where the Dementors had left his shaken, and another at the Ministry where they had confused him with a prisoner.

That almost ended very badly indeed. His father had been furious about the Dementors, stating that he had a very similar experience himself.

His hand tightened around his wand, his eyes on Scorpius as his partner moved forward, searching the cells.

Albus shuddered as they walked through. The prison conditions were better than his father had described them when he had started as an Auror, but it was still prison and the sickly smell seemed to cling to the walls.

It was cold, even though he knew there were heating charms on the cells. Maybe it was just him - the creatures caused him to panic... but he had a job to do. He couldn't let that affect him now.

"Are you ...okay?" Scorpius muttered, hesitating at the question. Albus nodded firmly, not wanting to show how scared he was. He was a Potter - the son of Harry Potter, who took down Lord Voldemort. He had no right of being scared of one dark creature.

His gaze fell on a man with red hair in one of the cells, looking pleadingly at him. "Harry?" the man called, his voice hoarse after a long time of not being used. "Harry, mate?"

Distracted by the man, he didn't notice the creature slip silently into the hallway until he had turned around, almost bumping into it.

The shock caused him to freeze in place, forgetting about the wand that his fingers had a tight grip on. He was unable to move as the creature moved toward him. Despair washed over him and all the happy thoughts faded from his mind as the creature sucked them out of the air.

"Expecto Patronum," Scorpius shouted from somewhere down the hallway. The creature disappeared as quickly as it appeared, and Albus found arms around him. "You're not alright now though," Scorpius muttered. "I shouldn't have let you come here."

"As if I had a choice!" Albus stated, taking a deep breath before moving from Scorpius' embrace. He ignored the coldness that seemed to crawl over his skin after seeing the creature, and continued on, this time keeping to Scorpius' side.

They continued to the end - to a cell that Harry had pulled every connection to get. The door was opened, and the pair walked in.

A thin woman looked up from a book, her eyes looking between them. "Malfoy," she hissed, before her face brightened. "Harry!" She froze half-way across the room, realisation coming over her. "Albus."

"Ms. Weasley," Albus began.

"Call me Mum," she replied.

Albus forced a smile onto his face at the words. He didn't know this woman, he had been raised by someone else - someone who hadn't tried to raise a Dark Lord and offer his father up to the man.

"But you... you're all grown up. Has time passed that fast?" Ginny asked.

He shook his head. He wasn't ready for an emotional visit - he was there for information.

"We need your help," he began.

"Of course. I'll call the house-elf to make us some tea." She clapped her hands, and waited expectantly.

Albus sighed quietly, repeating the motions and watching a house-elf appear. "Tea please," he requested. The house-elf popped away again.

"He's coming back, isn't he?" Albus asked.

The soft smile on Ginny's face widened into something that made Albus want to push his chair back, further away from his mother.

"Who is coming back, my darling?" she whispered.

Albus shared a look with his partner.

"Do you still 'have a connection with him?" Scorpius demanded.

"Are you joining us?" she asked. "Yes, you're a Malfoy, it's in your blood to join our Lord and Master. You've brought me my son after all." Her expression turned dreamy. "He'll reward me. I've been faithful to him since I was eleven. He's been inside my mind since the moment I first let him in."

"Ms... I mean, Mum -"

"And I'll bring him new followers - one's with strong blood." Her eyes fell on her son again, examining him. "Ones with strong magic," she added. "A Potter and a Malfoy. What a perfect way to raise his ranks again."

"Yes, perfect," Scorpius agreed with a helpless look at his boyfriend. "We want to... prepare for his arrival, Ms. Weasley. How do you suggest we welcome him? Where should we go to welcome him? How long do we have?"

The tea was brought in and the house-elf disappeared. The pair waited as the pale woman ran fingers through her dull hair. "I don't have to hide anymore," she whispered. "He'll be here to free me soon enough. I'll reunite with my family, and I'll stand at his side again."

Albus stood up, not wanting to hear anymore. He had hoped his mother would have felt remorse for her actions fifteen years ago when she tried to use an unknown Horcrux to return Voldemort to his body. When she had used blood magic, sacrificing a young woman by the name of Jasmine Cooper for the ritual she had found in the library at Grimmauld Place.

His father always insisted it wasn't her fault. She was taken over by a Horcrux when she was eleven, and they feared that the darkness told hold of her; that it had pushed too much of Tom Riddle into her.

He walked out of the cell, hoping he wouldn't have to return. He hadn't seen Ginny since he was a young child and he hadn't wanted to again. He had been big enough to see what she had done, the effects her actions had on the Wizarding world and their family.

Even if it wasn't her - even if it was Tom Riddle controlling her. His father was a Horcrux and fought, so why hadn't his mother?

"So... plans for this evening?" Scorpius asked, drawing Albus out of his musings.

"Going to see my dad," Albus said. "He's invited us for dinner, remember."

"Oh yes," Scorpius replied, trying to distract Albus from the dark shadows that lingered nearby. "Is Padma cooking?"

Albus nodded. "I think he wants to hear how it went today too," Albus said. "He feels guilty for allowing me to be the one to come here. James had a panic-attack at the thought, and Lily lives in denial that Ginny even exists. I thought that I'd be the least effected by the visit."

"And are you?" Scorpius asked.

Albus nodded. "Yes, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. I'll floo the office when we get to my Dad's house and we can put the official report in, in the morning." He paused in thought.

"We'll have to come back, won't we?" he asked.

Scorpius shook his head. "Auror Tonks said she'd understand if you didn't want to do this one. I can come with someone else."

Albus shook his head. "I don't think anyone else would have her opening up like that," he said. "It has to be me."

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