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Letters to My Brown Eyed Beauty
Chapter Two
The sun shines through the room, warming it up. The walls are a dark shade of green, and a Slytherin banner draped over one side of the room. The floors are a deep mahogany wood, and the green rug compliments the rooms atmosphere. The bed is covered in silver silk sheets and a green woolly blanket, curtesy of Mrs Weasley. She knitted Albus that blanket after he was first sorted, to comfort him, in knowing that despite their difference, he will always be family. A different house at Hogwarts would never change that.
Molly Weasley knitted the same kind of blankets for all the grandchildren, whether they were sorted in Gryffindor like family tradition or if they branched out from their heritage and were sorted in a different house. She loved all her grandchildren equally, and nothing would change that. The blankets signified a union between the family, nevertheless what house they may be in.
Albus loved the blanket to pieces and occasionally took it to Hogwarts with him. It was a piece of home, to remind him that even if he felt left out at times, he was still a Weasley.
Over the years, despite the blanket being a symbol of unity, Albus still felt like an outsider. He feared it would always be that way.
Albus begins peeling his eyes open but then closes them the minute the light starts burning them. He groans, rolling over and pulling his covers over his head.
The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, alert Albus that its time to get up. Albus attempted albeit futile it was, to gain some more sleep.
To no avail, Albus realised it was time to get up. He threw the blankets off, groaning again, before getting out of the bed. He walked towards his wardrobe, pulling out a pair of trousers and a dark, green shirt. It had some wacky Muggle band name on it. Hermione Granger had gotten that for her nephew one year for Christmas, explaining that it was all the rage in 'her time'. Albus never cared much for it. He just thought the shirt was cool.
Albus walked out of his room and across the hallway to the bathroom. All the kids shared one bathroom upstairs, and every morning was a struggle to use it. Albus banged on the door, asking if the person inside of it was done yet. His voice was croaky, and a little grumpy. He was tired, and he always sounded a little irritated in the morning.
"Lily, if you're in there, you better get out right now," Albus shouted, continuing to bang on the door. "I'll count to three," he threatened, tapping his foot impatiently. A giggle comes from behind him, surprising him. Lily is laughing at him and shaking her head. Albus dumbstruck, "Then who's…?" He trails off, wondering who was in the bathroom if it wasn't his sister.
"It's obviously, James," Lily answers with a smirk.
Albus turns back to the door, his face beginning to turn red with anger. "How dare you interrupt my morning routine? Get out of the bathroom, you git!"
"Yeah, yeah, I will. Just a minute."
"If you don't, I swear I'll-"
"Stop that boys," Ginny scolds, shaking her head at her two sons. Albus sheepishly looks up at his mother, apologising with his eyes. James then opens the door with a smirk, "Please enlighten us all on what you will do," he challenges. Albus just glares at him.
Albus knew that things would never change. James was just too prejudice to ever let the fact that he's a Slytherin go. He remembers the night of the sorting and when that Hat called 'Slytherin', James demanded a re-sort. But the hats words were final. James refused to speak to his brother for six months. Albus had never felt more abandoned in his life. The only reason they talk now is because Teddy Lupin told James if he didn't speak to his brother, he'd deck him in front of the whole school.
James will talk to Albus, but he prefers to prank him than talk about anything important. They haven't been close in six years, and the boys have just accepted that life is this way now. Scorpius is frustrated because he gets the bulk of all of the pranks because James wouldn't do the really harmful ones to Albus without risking getting in trouble with Ginny.
The Potter and Malfoys have learned to work passed their differences, for the sake of Albus and Scorpius' friendship. Draco is always polite, yet always refuses to come inside when he drops his son of to see Albus. Harry has tried numerous times to build the bridge, but it hasn't worked.
There is not enough time in the world for Draco Malfoy to ever lose his pride.
"I need a shower, so you better move," Albus says grumpily. "James Sirius Potter, you close that door and I'll-" He is cut off again when Harry interjects, coming up the stairs. "What's all this ruckus for?"
"James won't get out of the bathroom."
"How about this," Harry suggests, "If you don't let your brother in the bathroom, James, I'll owl McGonagall."
James shakes his head super quickly, "I worked too hard for the Quidditch Captain badge," he grumbles and gets out of the way.
The two boys argue some more, and before they know it, they hear the bathroom door close.
Albus gapped, "Oh come on, Lily!"
The smell of bacon and eggs wharf through the room, making everybody's stomachs growl. Ginny serves everybody a share before sitting down. A smile is adjourning Albus' lips, as he thinks about the fact he finally gets to see his best friend today. Scorpius' parents wouldn't let Albus see him all summer and that frustrated him. They barely sent each other owls this summer, it was torture for Albus. He felt left out and he couldn't even tell his best mate about it.
"Albus, dear," Ginny says with a soft smile, "You've hardly touched your food, is everything okay?"
"Yes, I'm just thinking," Albus replied, "This year is going to be amazing."
To wipe that worried look of Ginny's face, Albus stuffs food down his throat and makes a good sound. Lily groans, "Ew, that's James' job, Al!" Albus laughs and she scowls back.
"Whatever Lils," James and Albus say in sync, then look at each other and smile a little. Before the year starts, they always have little moments in the summer where you think that they must care deep down inside about one another, but the minute school starts, it all goes out the window.
'I wish James would always look at me like I'm his brother, instead of just another person in the hallway,' Albus thinks to himself and then shrugs.
The compartment felt empty without both the boys inside of it. Usually it was full of the Slytherin boys, but today, it was just Albus. He looked out the window, wondering about what the year would be like.
It wasn't long before Scorpius joined his old friend. His platinum blonde brows were furrowed, and his eyes were piercing. He was furious, and it was obvious.
"Is everything okay?" Albus asks when he noticed the state of his friend. Scorpius looked up as he sat down, and his face softened just that little. "Yeah, just a disagreement," he answered. "With your dad?" Albus shot back, hoping he could help his friend. "No, my mother," Scorpius grumbled which earned a surprise look from the other boy.
Scorpius shook his head, "My dad isn't always the bad guy," he rolls his eyes.
"I know that," Albus replied, rolling his eyes back.
Scorpius sighs, feeling defeated. Nobody would ever forgive his father and that hurt him. His eyes bore sadness whenever his father is mentioned.
Silence followed them for a while before the blonde boy piped up again.
"I'm just sick of everything, you know?"
The statement caught Albus off-guard. Those words alone alarmed him. He knew something was off about his friend, he seemed difference.
He couldn't put his finger on exactly what.
Silence ate at them once more, but neither boy dared to cut through it this time.