Albus stood outside the tall coal black door of his north London flat. He was lent against the side of the archway, his hands in his trouser pockets and his ankles crossed. A slight breeze weaved its way through his fringe, picking up tussles of his almost black hair and occasionally, but only when the sun caught it, a glow of autumn brown revealed itself.

He had been posed in his sharp black suit for precisely 30 seconds before a Bentley glided to a still in front of his flat. Albus smiled at the diver as the car door was opened. Inside sat a golden-haired laddish man grinning gloriously. He grabbed Albus's hand before giving it a warm manly pat while exclaiming 'Albus my man! Are you ready for our first day? I hope the ladies are'. The man grinned some more and even winked.

The car set off into the maze of London.

Harry Potter was a patient man as his quest for the horcruxes had proven, but there was a limit, and it was while he was standing in front of 20 wizards and witches in a assortment of (to put it politely) "vibrant" muggle clothing, that his patience had finally waned. He tapped his foot sharply before turning to Ron Weasley, 'Where is Albus and Gregory?', he wiped his brow and scanned the faces again.

Gregory was talking. This would be talking that consisted of roaring, laughing, shouting, joking and especially perving. 'So this lady says 'baby you wanna take this some where more private' and I said 'Baby your be doing the taking''. Gregory's face crinkled at his hilarity and he boomed out a loud bark of a laugh. Albus sniggered as he starred out of the car window and then turned and shook his head at Greg, 'there is truly something wrong with you'. Greg grinned, lent forward and patted the driver on the shoulder, 'lets take a detour', and he pointed left while saying 'take the next turn'. Greg sat back in his seat and smiled at Albus, 'you my friend are in for a treat'.

Harry had decided to wait 5 more minutes. After awhile he had started to notice familiar faces in the crowd, and it was as he named them in his head that he came across a ghostly looking man stood on the outskirts. He looked icily pale, his face framed in a halo of white blond hair, every strand neatly combed back. He was very severe looking except the expression didn't suit him. But the most striking thing about him as the woman next to him had noticed all too well, was the fact that he was utterly beautiful … and that he was Scorpius Malfoy.

The speech wasn't particularly special. It consisted of 'welcomes', of 'congratulations', of 'the finest', of 'auror', of 'be careful' and finally of, 'well… off you go then. Merlin!': the last provided by Ron. It was the last line that Albus and Greg caught, a rather annoyingly common phenomenon when being late.

Albus was angry. The detour involved meeting some "special" ladies for as Greg put it, 'a good luck booster'. Albus had had his turn at shouting and now they weren't speaking.

The 20 wizards and witches started interweaving and forming groups. Albus hurriedly approached a girl holding glow sticks. 'Hey there' he said, 'excuse me but what's exactly happening, it's just me and my fri… my friend and I were caught up in a bit of a traffic jam and we seemed to of missed the speech…' The girl, chewing gum noisily, shrugged without looking at him. Albus glared at her before turning to someone else while the girl with the glow sticks took the gum out of mouth and without moving her gaze approached a sullen golden-haired lad.

Albus tapped the man on the shoulder and put on his signature smile, the man turned awkwardly, at first not realising where the tapping was coming from. Their eyes then met and for a second they both mirrored each other's puzzlement… where do I know you from?... and then all Albus saw was the white blond hair and all that Scorpius saw was the scruffy, not tussled, black hair and both pairs of eyes narrowed.

'You must be a Malfoy.'

'And you must be the prince of Gryffindor.'

Albus, a man of 21 years, a man of charm, a man of confidence… blushed.

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