Hello guys, this is the next chapter right here, things start to get more dramatic!
Umiko13- Thank you for your kind review! I just imagined Scorpius as intelligent and I thought the glasses would suit him :)
welshgreendragon- Thank you, I hope you like this chapter!
Luckily Albus didn't have any bad dreams involving Rowell and his mates, which would usually occur if he'd seen them or been bullied by them that day, but he knew they were to come. He couldn't hide from them forever. He found this out on his way to potions the next day, he was alone in an almost deserted corridor, and they crept up behind him. Rowell spun Albus around with force and laughed when he stumbled from surprise. "Well hello there Potter, I see you're still as scrawny and weak as you were when you were 11, haven't hit puberty yet?" Rowell sneered whilst his friends laughed, Albus averted his gaze but Rowell grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at Rowell. Breathe, don't panic now Albus told himself. "Look at me when I'm talking to you dick head, not going to panic are you?" Rowell taunted. Albus glared but didn't speak as he was afraid he might scream with frustration. Rowell dug his nails into Albus' chin and Albus tensed and held his breath. Please don't panic, please. "Me and you are going to be seeing a lot more of each other this year, and we're going to have a lot of fun" Rowell said with a grim smile. He released Albus and stalked away. Albus stood shaking on the spot, trying desperately to slow down his heart rate with controlled breaths. Albus felt his face and realised Rowell had left finger nail marks on his chin, he prayed they weren't cuts otherwise James would notice. He suddenly remembered he had potions, and didn't want to be last to walk in. He walked quickly, attempting to exercise off the unease and anxiety in his chest.
Albus got to potions just in time, and took a seat near the back of the classroom so he could calm down completely in peace. They were with the Slytherins today, and Scorpius was watching Albus from across the room. Scorpius saw Albus' unnerved look as he sat down, and his brow furrowed. Scorpius had been hoping to become friends with Albus, but he felt there was something that he was missing. He had seen Albus running down corridors a few times with a look of pure panic on his face, and sometimes hearing his gasping breaths. He wondered what could have possibly upset him so much, and was even tempted to run after him and comfort him, but he always looked like he needed space and wanted to be away from people as he was running away from them. Scorpius suspected bullying, and he was convinced that it was the brute that was Jeffrey Rowell, as Scorpius was unfortunate enough to overhear his conversations about bullying someone to his mates. As he was looking at Albus, he noticed marks on his chin that did not look friendly, and noticed his chest rising and falling unevenly. Albus looked over and Scorpius smiled. To his amazement, Albus managed a smile back, but the lesson had started and they both had to look away.
Albus skipped lunch that day to try and master a spell to heal or cover up his marks. After further examination he realised they were indeed cuts and he really couldn't risk James or Rose seeing them. After many attempts he gave up, afraid he'd make them worse if he couldn't master the spell properly, and continued with his lessons in the afternoon with his hand covering his chin. By dinner time, Albus was very hungry and still feeling the effects of his meeting with Rowell, and was one of the first to arrive at the Gryffindor table. When he saw James and Rose he immediately rested his chin in his hand, and hoped that would suffice to cover up the marks, he ate the rest of his dinner one handed. "How was everyone's first day back?" Rose asked. Terrible Albus thought, but he just smiled and said it was ok. James gave a heavy sigh "I've already got so much to do, O. are going to be difficult. I might not have time for as much quidditch!" James and Albus both loved quidditch, James was Keeper and Albus was Seeker for the Gryffindor team. Rowell or any of his other bullies were not on the Slytherin quidditch team, and it was where Albus felt totally at ease with the world when he was high above the ground on his broom.
Rose rolled her eyes and started telling James that his O. were much more important than quidditch at the moment, but James folded his arms and looked deeply offended at Rose's blasphemy against quidditch. Albus laughed "Sorry Rose but I agree with James, quidditch is always the most important thing." Hugo nodded in approval at his sister and she leaned back, defeated.
They all walked back to the Gryffindor common room- Albus being careful to walk behind them - and they sat around the fire. Albus was relaxing into the soft red arm chair, gazing at the flickering orange flames whilst his friends laughed. The flames reminded him of his mother's hair, and Rose's and Hugo's and Lily's. His family were extremely precious to Albus, he was so grateful for the friendship they had. He was pulled out of his day dream by Jame's voice asking him a question. "Albus, what's that on your chin?" He asked curiously. Albus' heart jumped and he quickly made an excuse. "Oh it was a nasty plant in herbology, tried to spike me, had to wrestle with it." That was rubbish Albus thought but he kept his smile. James and Rose looked sceptical, but laughed anyway. Albus breathed a sigh of relief, and told his friends he was going to bed. That night, Albus made sure to put a silencing charm round his bed, as he knew that nightmares about Rowell would come into his mind tonight, and he didn't want to wake anyone up with any screams he might make.
Albus was walking alone down a dark corridor he didn't recognise in Hogwarts. The air was thin and cold, and the few torches that lined the walls gave off a weak and eerie glow. Albus felt two big hands grab his shoulders and he was shoved against the stone wall, he felt his spine protest at the impact. Albus was face to face with Rowell, he could feel his hot breath on his face and his eyes were filled with malice. "Hey Potter, I'm so glad I've caught you alone" he said in a deep grim voice. Rowell moved his hands up from Albus' shoulders so his thumbs were pressing down on his windpipe. Albus tried to breath but his airways were becoming more blocked. Albus tried to pry Rowells hands off him but his grip was too strong. "If you struggle I'll only make it worse, and it'll be all the more fun for me" Rowell said. Rowell removed one hand and balled his fist, Albus saw the fist heading straight for his face and braced himself for the impact, he let out a yell-
Albus shot up in his bed, his yell still ringing in his ears. He was panting hard and put a hand to his chest and felt his pounding heart. Sweat had stuck to his forehead and night shirt and his eyes were still darting around making sure Rowell wasn't anywhere near him. Albus managed to calm down after a few minutes, and was thankful for the silencing charm around his bed. His nightmares concerning Rowell had been getting more and more violent, and this terrified Albus. He didn't have any experience in fighting or self defence, and Rowell would probably take his wand off him before Albus could attempt a hex.
He looked at his clock, it was half past 1 in the morning, so he had plenty of time to get back to sleep. But Albus lay awake, desperately trying to avert his mind from Rowell and the violent thoughts he brought with him. Albus fell into an uneasy sleep.
I'm sorry this is a bit short! I'm really trying to keep them long