Title: The Summer Trials Part VI
Author: phys_nut
Beta: unbeta'd for the mo, so any mistakes are mine!
Summary: Another dream, another lesson, and a near heart attack for Scorpius
Word Count: 4,672
Pairings: AS/S
Warnings: ridiculous commentating, heavy swearing, bit of angst, kissing and groping
Disclaimer: none of this is mine; it all belongs to the fabulous JK and her minions.
A/N: WOW!! thank you guys so much for the reviews!! i thought i'd get one or two which would've been great, but i got so much more than expected, i'm shocked! and pleased as punch of course!! so a big gigantic thanks to: murtaghxblaiseyum, Lalalaaaa, novembercate, RedGoldX3, Rosepraul, anon, Khadiyah (the dreams are scorpius' trials, albus has to go through physical trials while scorp is going through emotional/mental trials in his dreams), vampyrefaerie524, Rome J Wolf, DylanChan7, YOU GUYS ROCK!! :D
right, more round-about thinking with Scorpius, as he continues to be unable to make up his mind as to what he wants! P.S. can anyone guess what it is I'm using for Scorpius' lessons?
Chapter Six: It's My Dream And I'll Fly If I Want To!
Scorpius landed in the next dream with a dull thud, already lamenting the loss of Alb- Dream-Albus beside him. He blinked, eyes adjusting to the sudden change from dim casino lights to harsh sunlight, and his ears rang from the roaring noise around him.
Vaguely he registered a familiar voice say, "My goodness, I can't see the strings at all, these special effects are amazing!"
Guilderoy Lockhart?
Scorpius rubbed his eyes, opened them fully, and all too quickly realised where he was. He blinked in shock, and was standing and screaming before he had thought to do such a thing.
"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
Dream-Albus, god dammit, Dream-Albus, it's not the real one!
(But he's, he's-)
I know.
"Wotcher Scorp," Dream-Albus beamed, waving from his position astride his broomstick, "I'm playing quidditch!"
"I can see that!" Scorpius yelled, "But what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to get you the snitch," Dream-Albus replied, turning around, "Cheer for me!"
"Don't you DARE Dream-Albus!"
"It's Albus!"
"DREAM-Albus!"
"Okay, but I'm still going to get you the snitch!" Dream-Albus laughed, flying off.
Scorpius seethed, and wondered just why it was his subconscious wanted to give him a heart attack. This whole scenario was all wrong: in reality, he was the one playing seeker for the Slytherin team, and Albus was the one in the stands, cheering him on and worrying about him.
It wasn't that Albus didn't like flying, on the contrary he loved it, but he had had serious problems with the health and safety of quidditch, saying that, "shin pads are not enough for a game where balls are flying at your head, and it's well and all that the nurse can heal broken bones and cracked skulls easily enough but it's got to leave some sort of residual mental damage. And capes! What ARE they thinking? What if it got caught on something, or someone pulled on it? No regard for health and safety, NO regard!"
Siobhán Finnegan had at one point, countered this by telling him about an Irish muggle game where all the players had sticks that they used to hit a ball around a field with, and all they wore were shin pads and gum shields – the true essence of a sport. Albus had glowered at her, muttering about, "crazy Irish dykes," and their inability to have a moment of consideration for people with fragile compositions, and had continued to write up his proposal for protective equipment and safety nets to be introduced to quidditch.
At least Dream-Albus had some sense – Scorpius could see he was swathed in all the protective gear Albus had designed back in third year; helmet with a face cage, full torso armour, goggles, elbow and wrist pads, shin pads and sturdy gloves. And of course there was a conspicuous lack of a cape. The other quidditch players were looking at him just as they real ones had looked at Albus when he revealed his line of products: as if he had grown an extra head. The Slytherin team had also turned away with sneers and guffaws. Naturally, Scorpius could not have done so, and so while he had adamantly refused to wear the face cage, Albus had wheedled him into wearing the rest of the gear. It was times like that when Scorpius wondered how it was the heart of a prankster beat in his chest.
"Hmm, well it looks like they're throwing some sort of ball between them, and oh my goodness, there are balls chasing the brooms! This is quite unnatural I must say," the voice from earlier boomed out, and it was indeed, Scorpius realised, Guilderoy Lockhart.
Scorpius had met Guilderoy twice: once when he was visiting his grandfather, who had gone rather insane in his old age, in St. Mungos, and a second time when he and Albus had done work experience in the hospital the summer after sixth year. Albus thought that the poor man was wacky and weird, but Scorpius found him fascinating, and had spent several hours talking to him. That he couldn't remember magic at all and reacted in a child-like fashion to any he saw was interesting to Scorpius, who had a fleeting fancy for exploring the long-term effects of the Oblivious Charm on one's personality. The strange things was that Guilderoy could remember very random things from books he'd read and stories he'd heard and just seemed to apply them to his own forgotten life, making up the most fantastic tales about adventures he'd never actually carried out. He was most definitely cracked, but Scorpius couldn't help but become intrigued by him.
"To be honest, I have no idea what it is they're trying to do, but people are cheering so it must be good!" Guilderoy commentated cheerily, "Jolly good show fellows! And oh look, one of them tried to throw a ball through that ring but the chap in front of it caught it! But he ducked out of the way of the ball someone hit at him, why is that I wonder? Ball discrimination? It reminds me of the time I moved to the tropics and tried to teach the natives rudimentary chess, but they refused, told me they preferred checkers! Can you imagine? Oh my, now there's a little golden ball hovering in front of me, hello there!"
"Albus!" Scorpius yelled, as Dream-Albus dived straight for the commentating box.
The look on his face was of utter concentration; seen only by his exam papers, prank plans, and Scorpius when he and Albus were discussing serious and pressing matters of life, the universe and the new developments in medicinal magic. It was quite possibly one of Scorpius' favourite Albus-expressions, for it was the one he knew Albus reserved for important times, and he had never seen anyone else receive it but him.
However now, Scorpius wished that that expression would go away and Albus would see sense and get onto the stands and off the pitch. All he could do was watch Albus – DREAM-Albus, dive towards the box…and suddenly pull up and swerve off, a look of disgust and disappointment on his face. Scorpius' heart, which had momentarily stopped, at that point stuttered back to life, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Albus was a good flyer, but it wasn't in a speedy, or flashy, or quidditch way at all, and naturally Scorpius was worried to death about Dream-Albus, even if he wasn't the real Albus. It was still terrifying to watch.
"Sorry Scorp, I missed it," Dream-Albus apologised, looking like a kicked-puppy as he hovered in front of the tower-stand Scorpius was in alone, "I'll try harder next time."
"Please don't," Scorpius pleaded, "Just- - come sit in the stands with me and don't worry about it Dream-Albus."
"It's Albus."
"Dream-Albus."
"Albus."
"…I'll call you Albus," Scorpius said craftily, "if you stop playing."
Dream-Albus paused; looking tempted, then shook his head and replied, "I want to get you that snitch. So you and I will simply have to be patient and hope."
"I hope you crash," Scorpius muttered petulantly.
Dream-Albus looked hurt and then his expression softened as he said plainly, "No you don't."
Scorpius looked into those sad, fierce green eyes, swallowed and replied, "No, I don't."
"Good," Dream-Albus smiled, "Well, I've a task to do, be back in a bit!"
He flew off around the pitch in that steady, almost lazy way that Scorpius remembered Albus did, and though he was worried, he was comforted to see so many of his best friend's true traits present in his imaginary Albus; it made it seem that bit more real, more solid.
"Did you know that there are pieces of metal that can be used to channel the sunlight to do things?" Guilderoy said conversationally, as though he were giving a speech or lecture, rather than commentating at a quidditch match, "Do you suppose that's how this whole rig-ma-role is working? I'd sure like to know, it looks so real, just like magic or something!"
Scorpius snorted in amusement and watched the game. Well really just Dream-Albus; heart leaping into his throat whenever a bludger came within three feet of him, or when he dipped, looped or made a tiny dive. Scorpius couldn't imagine how Albus felt watching him play over the years, but he sincerely hoped it was nothing like this. He felt short of breath and anxious, as if he wanted to fly out there and wrap Albus up in a million protective charms and never let him go. However, that was silly: Albus was more than capable of taking care of himself, and Scorpius knew he should trust Dream-Albus to do the same.
"Oh!" Someone's managed to get that ball through a hoop – the crowd are quite pleased!" Guilderoy announced.
'Quite' was an understatement. The crowd went wild, and then simultaneously started chanting, "That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh… That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh…"
Scorpius laughed and joined in upon hearing this; this song was part of one of the best pranks he and Albus had managed to pull off: with help from Siobhán, and a mixture of a potion and charms work, they had managed to get everyone in the stands singing that song whenever Slytherin scored. People, Gryffindors especially, had freaked out, and Scorpius and Albus had laughed and gotten quite tipsy and touchy-feely during the after party. Good, good times.
The game continued on; Dream-Albus would fly over to Scorpius every now and then to ask his opinion on the game and chat about random games Scorpius had played before, while Guildroy would commentate on every inane things going on and then go off on various tangents about his life, just as Scorpius remembered he always had. After a while, little by little, Scorpius managed to relax, and watch the whole game, his heart not going into overdrive every time Dream-Albus deviated from the norm. He was squinting at the chasers, trying to figure out if they were using the beta or omega pattern, when the crowd and Guildroy suddenly roared to life.
"OH HOLY BANANA-MAN! WHAT IS HE DOING?!" Guilderoy yelled with a mixture of excitement and fear in his voice.
Scorpius' head whipped around as he spotted a blur of messy black hair and excessive protective gear streaking towards the ground.
"ALBUS!!" he screamed, leaping to his feet and rushing to the edge of the stand.
His knuckles gripped the railing tight and he frantically scanned the ground for any signs of a broken figure.
"Albus…" he whispered, when he saw nothing.
His throat felt time and his eyes stung. No…NO. It - - NO! This was wrong, all wrong! Albus shouldn't be hurt, shouldn't be so reckless and stu-
"WaaaaaaaHOOOOOOO!" came a triumphant cheer, and Dream-Albus came hurtling upwards, stopping right in front of Scorpius.
Scorpius blinked wetly at Dream-Albus peering at him, grinning from ear to ear and holding something out to him.
"I got it for you!"
"W-what?" Scorpius said numbly, still too much in shock to register properly what was going on, to feel relief, or the inevitable anger that would follow.
"The snitch! I caught it for you!" Dream-Albus cheered, holding it out to him, "Take it Scorp!"
Slowly, Scorpius reached out and took the snitch from Albus' hand. As his finger touched it, it started to change, and a song burst into the air.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy, when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take, my sunshine, away."
When it had finished, there was now a sunflower sitting in the palm of Scorpius' hand. Scorpius stared down at it in astonishment at it, starting to feel a little relief trickle into his system.
He looked at Dream-Albus, who was hovering right by him; grin threatening it split his head in two, looking far too proud of himself. Expression flickering as the shock wore off; he suddenly grabbed the black-haired teen and dragged him off his broom and onto the stands. Dream-Albus yelped and threw his arms around Scorpius' neck as he fell forward.
"Bloody hell Scorp!" he gasped, "Give a guy a bit of warning eh?"
Scorpius shot him a deadly look, and proceeded to take off Albus' protective gear, checking him over thoroughly for any sign of injury. When he was satisfied Dream-Albus was unhurt, he punched him very hard on the arm.
"Ow! What was that for?" Dream-Albus winced, rubbing his arm gingerly.
"THAT, was for behaving like an utter fool," Scorpius ground out, anger finally catching up with him, "What were you thinking? You could have been SERIOUSLY INJURED! DON'T YOU EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!"
He was shaking the raven-haired teen violently, fear and relief and anger pounding in his skull, causing him to shake internally. He yanked Albus forward, crushing their lips together, needing to feel the tangibility, the realness, and then just as quickly ripped his face away.
"Never again," he whispered fiercely, "Never Dream-Albus."
Dream-Albus was breathing just as harshly, and he was looking far too happy, given Scorpius' yelling as he nodded and then said, "Albus, it's Albus."
"No," Scorpius said firmly, backing away.
He felt far too wild and unhinged around Alb- Dream-Albus right now, couldn't handle being near him.
"No," he repeated, shaking his head, "You're Dream-Albus."
Dream-Albus clacked his tongue and Scorpius had to bite his cheek to prevent himself from laughing hysterically at the familiar gesture.
"I'm Albus Scorp, really."
"Well if you're Albus, then what are you doing in your trial right now?"
Dream-Albus looked confused for a moment, then scowled.
"Well, okay, I'm not physical-Albus, but I'm still Albus, just like you're Scorp."
"No, I'm actually Scorpius, stuck under an enchanted sleep and doomed to act out a train of never ending dreams, of which you're a part, Dream-Albus," Scorpius smirked, crossing his arms.
Dream-Albus pursed his lips, then smirked and countered, "Well if I'm just a part of your dreams then why did you get so scared by my diving?"
Scorpius gaped at him, caught completely off-guard.
That sneaky little…SLYTHERIN!
He tossed his head and sniffed haughtily.
"I just didn't like to see it is all."
"You really must not have like it," Dream-Albus smiled, "I haven't seen you that angry since I went flying on the hippogriff in fifth year."
"When you insist on acting idiotically, I will insist on being angry," Scorpius said pointedly.
"Thanks for caring," Dream-Albus smiled softly, and wrapped his arms around Scorpius and hugged him gently, caringly.
It was so wrong, so bloody wrong for Scorpius to want this so much; he knew that this wasn't Albus, that his friend would be disgusted if he knew what was happening in these dreams. But he couldn't help himself, and so, wrapped his arms tightly around Dream-Albus, revelling in the warmth and just the fact that he was here, safe and sound.
Dream-Albus pulled back, looking intently at Scorpius, who ducked his head and stepped back, not wanting to be tempted into more.
"Would you like to go for a fly?" Dream-Albus asked, picking up his broom.
Scorpius considered his offer. Flying would be just what he needed to clear his head, but the memory of the quidditch match was strong in his head. However, with Albus there was always compromise…
"Yes, but I'm flying," he replied firmly, taking the broom from the other teens' hands.
"Okay," Dream-Albus acquiesced, stepping to one side so Scorpius could mount the broom.
Once Scorpius had done so, Dream-Albus climbed up behind him, wrapping his arms around Scorpius' waist and burying his face in the junction of his neck and shoulder. As much as Scorpius knew he should stiffen up and feel highly uncomfortable, his muscles relaxed and a wave of contentment stole over him.
He raised the broom a few feet above the stands and murmured, "Where to?"
"Just beyond the Forbidden Forest. You'll see a hill with a picnic laid out."
"How romantic."
"Only for you," Dream-Albus replied, kissing him on the cheek.
"Dream-Albus…" Scorpius growled.
Dream-Albus chuckled and replied, "Just fly Scorp, I'll be good."
Scorpius snorted, but refrained from further comments and set off at a leisurely pace.
Scorpius LOVED flying. From the moment he mounted the broom, it was like all his nerves and senses awoke and came to life – Albus was the only other…well, anything to make him feel as giddy and high on life. And Albus himself got an even bigger kick out of flying; sneaking a broom into Hogwarts in his first year (Scorpius had been mightily impressed at the slyness of his strange, scrawny dorm mate when he'd spotted it), volunteering to take a trip on that damned hippogriff, and dreaming of owning a flying motorbike for as long as Scorpius had known him, probably longer.
"Come on Scorp, let's make the journey a little interesting," Dream-Albus murmured in his ear, holding onto him tighter.
Scorpius' stomach gave a pleasant lurch and he smirked. Without warning, he swooped into a side barrel roll and soared up, only to loop around and dive sharply so they could fly parallel to the tops of the trees, the Forbidden Forest passing underneath them in a green blur. Dream-Albus whooped and cheered as they soared up again and tumbled down through the sky, coming to a halt at the top of the hill where there was a blanket laid out, with a picnic basket on top and Albus' record player to the side.
"That was wicked!" Dream-Albus gushed, hopping off the broom, Scorpius following, "Merlin I love flying," he sighed, flopping down on the blanket.
"I noticed," Scorpius deadpanned, putting the broom on the ground and sitting down elegantly beside the teen.
Dream-Albus looked just like Albus did after flying; eyes bright, skin flushed, brimming with energy. In short, absolutely fucking beautiful.
Dream-Albus guffawed, reached into his quidditch top and pulled out his wand, pointing it at the record player, which sprang to life, a familiar song pouring out:
"Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right."
Scorpius laughed and stretched as he lay back; he had discovered his song while rummaging through Albus' records in fourth year, and had instantly fallen in love with it, much to the chagrin of his best friend when he insisted on playing it nearly fifty times in a row. There had been much tongue clacking, but Albus had put up with it with a fond smile.
Dream-Albus sent him that very same smile now and pulled the picnic basket between them, opening it up.
"Let's eat, I'm starved!"
Scorpius found that he too was hungry, and as he pulled out a chicken leg to eat, he idly wondered how it was his body was surviving while he was sleeping all this time. He shuddered at the thought of it wasting away, and prayed and trusted in Albus to find him soon.
The two teens sat in an easy silence, eating, enjoying the sunshine and listening to the Beatles sing their hearts out.
"So…" Scorpius said after a while, "What was the quidditch match for? Another lesson?"
"Sort of," Dream-Albus replied non-commitedly, "Bit of that, bit of a realisation too. I know that you think what I did to get you the snitch was a little silly-"
"An understatement if I ever heard one."
"-But I did it for you," Dream-Albus replied earnestly, "And while I don't know what physical-Albus is doing, he's probably taking stupid risks to complete his trial. You have to realise that I am going to do stupid things if I must, because I'd do anything for you. And you should learn to be kind to me about it; I'm only thinking of you."
His gaze, so intent and open and honest, took Scorpius' breath away and shook him to the core.
"I know that, but if anything were to happen to you-" Scorpius broke off and shook his head, then muttered, "Besides, it's not exactly like you jump for joy when I do something rash to help you."
"I know," Albus chuckled, "And I do get angry, but I always thank you and hug you, don't I?"
Scorpius thought about the few times he had done something crazy and impulsive for Albus: taken on a thestral he couldn't actually see when it had playfully stolen Albus' scarf, snuck into the Forbidden Forest to get a rare plant Albus had mentioned in passing he'd like to study, tackled a six foot something seventh year who was dangling Albus via levicorpus when they were in fourth year. Each time Albus had made sure he was all right, before yelling at him, then hugging him and thanking him.
Huh, we're just as bad as each other…
Scorpius sat up properly, and leaned across the basket to give Dream-Albus a warm hug.
"Thank you for catching the snitch for me."
"You're welcome," Dream-Albus smiled, hugging him back.
The teens pulled apart, and Scorpius leaned back on his elbows while Dream-Albus lay back and closed his eyes, hands behind his head. Out here, in broad daylight, Scorpius couldn't keep his eyes off Albus, who always looked amazing outside; relaxed, his few freckles shimmering in the sunlight, body stretched out languidly. It was times like these that Scorpius ached most from wanting Albus so much. His eyes wandered over Albus' body, landing on his lips. He wondered what Albus would do if he was the lean over and-
Bugger.
He'd been thinking of Dream-Albus as Albus for Merlin knows how long. That was dangerous and not a good sign at all. Scorpius felt he was starting to lose himself in his subconscious, and he didn't know how to stop it…or if he wanted to.
"I'm glad you're protective of me," Dream-Albus murmured, a small smile on his lips, eyes still closed.
"Someone has to be, otherwise Merlin knows what would happen to you," Scorpius joked.
"You know, love protects."
"So does a shield charm," Scorpius replied snarkily.
Dream-Albus snorted and cracked open an eye, smirking when he caught Scorpius staring at him.
"Like what you see?" he teased.
"I see a lot of things," Scorpius shot back.
"Seems like there's only one thing you see now," Dream-Albus grinned.
His tongue darted out to lick his lips and Scorpius' gaze involuntarily followed it and his cock twitched.
Dream-Albus gave a sultry laugh, eyes sparkling wickedly.
Scorpius huffed and crossed his arms.
"Tease," he snapped.
"Perv."
"Flirt."
"Lech."
The teens grinned at each other and laughed. Albus closed his eyes, and Scorpius lay back, closing his eyes and soaking up the warmth of the sunshine.
"Scorp?" Dream-Albus asked, after a few moments of silence, "Why don't you ever date?"
Scorpius' eyes flew open, and he tensed up.
Albus had asked him that question a few times before, and it was the one thing that brought Scorpius close to actually fighting with his best friend.
"I don't have the time," he replied carefully, just as he always had.
"Liar," Dream-Albus retorted, "And we both know it."
Scorpius bit his lip and stayed quiet, not wanting to reveal why it was he really didn't want to date, not aloud.
"You know, a wise man once told me that there are three things that can't say hidden for long: the sun, the moon, and the truth."
"Your Aunt Hermione told you that," Scorpius said, rolling his eyes.
"I know, but that doesn't sound half as cool," Dream-Albus grinned, then waited patiently for Scorpius to answer him properly.
"I'm just not interested in dating," Scorpius eventually sighed.
"Why not?"
"Because I haven't found anyone I want to date," Scorpius said and little sharply, already feeling his patience starting to fray around the edges.
"No-one?" Dream-Albus blinked, and then got a crafty look on his face as he continued, "I bet there's someone you like and want to date, and you're just too chicken to do anything about it. You should try commit-"
"You're being awfully hypocritical you know," Scorpius interrupted him as he sat up.
"What?" Dream-Albus gaped, "I date!"
"Yes, but for what, two, three weeks tops? How come you don't try committing?"
Dream-Albus stared at him for a while, before he smiled THAT smile, and said simply, "I'd rather spend time with you."
This was something Albus had told him before, but for some reason, in the context of these dreams, it seemed to mean so much more than a mere, "bros before hoes," statement. Scorpius' head swam, and he was caught between the urge to kiss Alb- Dream-Albus, and ignore his damn smile and damn questions and damn wanting to be with him.
Dream-Albus' smile widened and he pushed himself up, crawling around the basket towards Scorpius.
"You're got that look in your eyes again," he murmured, leaning closer, Scorpius feeling even more torn, "What's going on in your head?"
Scorpius swallowed thickly and replied softly, "I can't decide whether to kiss you or not."
"Is that what you always think about when you look like that?" Dream-Albus breathed, so so so bloody BLOODY close to Scorpius now.
Scorpius closed his eyes, his chest tight and his breathing speeding up.
"Yes," he whispered.
"That must be very frustrating," Dream-Albus whispered, "You're usually so rude to people who frustrate you, but not me."
The tension between them was unbearable. Scorpius was panting, and feeling a mixture of shame and arousal swirling in his belly. If he opened his eyes now he would be totally and utterly lost.
"Oh Albus," he sighed, "You know you're always the exception to any of my rules."
There was a pause, a stillness in the air, as if the world had frozen –
- And then Albus was kissing him desperately, and Scorpius was falling back onto the ground and Dream-Albus was crawling on top of him and Scorpius bent his knees to cradle Dream-Albus' body between his legs and finally, FINALLY, the full glorious weight of Albus' body was on top of him. Tongues caressed and teased each other, Scorpius clawed at Albus' back and Albus rocked his hips against Scorpius'. Scorpius whimpered; it was so fucking good, felt so real.
But it wasn't.
With a gasp, he pushed Dream-Albus up, panting out a desperate, "No."
"Scorp?" Dream-Albus panted, caressing Scorpius's forehead and cheek.
"No, no, we – can't. This – we – I – … so, SO stupid!" Scorpius stammered, trying to get his thoughts in order.
"But it's for you, for us," Dream-Albus said softly, "Can't you even pretend to be kind about it?"
"I can't pretend anything with you," Scorpius sighed sadly.
Dream-Albus looked hurt and upset, and went to move off him, but Scorpius held him in place. This Albus might only be a dream, but Scorpius couldn't bear to see him risk him upset anymore than he could bear to see him risk his life to catch a snitch.
Hand slightly shaking, he stroked Albus' cheek, eyes roaming over the raven-haired teen's face hungrily, while Dream-Albus stared down at him with a mixture of apprehension and hope. Tentatively, he leaned up and kissed Dream-Albus softly. And again, and again, and again, until he felt dizzy. Little by little, Dream-Albus kissed back, more and more passionate each time, sending wild, thrilling shivers running down Scorpius' spine to pool in his groin. He and Dream-Albus groaned and rocked together, and as Scorpius reached to pull off Dream-Albus' top, he felt the accursed tug at his navel and once again, the world vanished in a flash of light.
A/N: okay and that's chapter 6!! poor scorp, he's a little confoosed, but it shall be resolved soon!! next chapter: albus goes to visit hugo and rose and takes on another challenge, which is more difficult than before... please review and i will love you forever!! :D