chapter 3: Epilogue
-- its not really an epilogue i just wana confuse you XD
Albus continued to wander around Diagon Alley in all his loneliness, as he waited for his bigger self to exit Gringott's Wizard Bank. He feet constantly scuffed the ground, the muscles behind his eyes too tired to look up. He was sure that he was the only wizard in all of the wizarding world that wished he was a normal person. He wouldn't care if he was a squib; it was obvious that he didn't belong. How could one person fuck up so relentlessly? Hogwart's life was hell and he hadn't even arrived. It looked as though his brother James would be ten times worse at school with the availability of magic and Teddy would clearly play along, albeit obliviously but it didn't hlp that Al's two older family members were incredibly popular.
God, he thought miserably, I'm gonna be a total loser.
"Hey Al!" a voice called, causing him to look up painfully and see his larger image come strolling towards him. he huffed a sigh and slumped his shoulders as Harry pointed to Madam Malkin's, "shall we start with the clothes? Getting the wand is too exciting to buy first so we'll leave you in anticipation and find that one last." He smiled evilly and Albus returned it with a poor attempt.
What was the point? He was probably gonna flunk anyway, he could see it now; this year, and the next 6 to come, was gonna suck balls.
A little invisible bell chimed as they walked in and waited to be served. Al was glad that Scorpius and his father were no longer there, he didn't think he could possibly stand the awkwardness. In fact the shop was completely empty save for one girl, with spiky chocolate brown hair, that looked similar to an explosion, and a face that reminded him of a mouse; in fact she was about the same height as him, but terribly skinny. She was chatting amiably, if feverishly at the dresser, who was beginning to look quite tired
"I like my clothes a little big, please" she smiled as the lady looked up and nodded her understanding; "but not too big if you know what I mean. If it drags on the floor it would be a little uncomfortable, and would probably get dirty too. But you can make the sleeves as big as you please; I usually roll them up anyway. Like yours, yours are rolled up too. But I don't think you'd make your clothes too big. I don't mean to make assumptions but my mother always told me that I was a weird 'one of a kind witch to be' because of my strange fashion tastes. She a fashion designer you know. Have you heard of her? She not very big, well not yet but I bel-"
"Hello young boy, a fitting for Hogwarts I presume?" and old witch asked Albus and his father. Albus just shook his head at the other student receiving her fitting; how did girls talk so much, and so fast, he couldn't comprehend, so Harry answered yes for him.
They were moved further into the shop and the short boy was made to stand on a small dressing podium. A measuring tape immediately began whizzing around him, quickly taking all his measurements and he couldn't help but follow it like a dog would a fly.
"Please hold still dear or the measurements will get muddled," a crackly voice called to him and his body stiffened straightaway. He could hear his dad sniggering.
"Hello!" a cheery voice said from his left and he slowly turned his head to be blinded by sparkling white teeth smiling at him, "I heard you were going to Hogwarts. So am I! Exciting isn't it? Are you in first year? I am. I'm terribly nervous, I know we don't leave til tomorrow but I haven't been able to stop talking since I arrived at Diagon Alley. That's why mum's not here right now; she couldn't handle it. I get like this at home too sometimes. Mum uses it to her advantage cause she knows if I've done something wrong because I simply just can't shut up. There's no cure for it either, believe me we've tried."
Albus wondered when it was in that time that she actually took a breath, and he and his father shared an identical look, with an eyebrow raised. She caught this, but luckily wasn't offended and another woman came over to Al's podium with some fabrics.
"Oh wow!" the young girl continued, "You look just like your father! It's incredible. I don't look anything like my parents, but my mother is gorgeous. I hope you don't mind me saying but you're both rather handsome chaps aren't you?" she smiled brightly, though her chatter never ceased and Al found his face getting pinker with every word, "I'm sorry I'm so rude! I didn't introduce myself. My name is Claudette, Claudette Feasely, it's a pleasure to meet you, what's your name?"
Oh my god. She actually stopped talking momentarily, cocking her head to the side to emphasize the question. Unfortunately Al was a little slow to answer for two reasons; one, he was shocked at the sudden stop and two, he was still trying to distinguish each quickly said word. She blinked at him a few more times, waiting.
"Oh erm, my name is Albus Potter."
"Oh wow!" and she was off again, turning to the adult briefly; "so you must be Harry then? Incredible. You two will go down in history you know."
Albus cocked an eyebrow at this; he hadn't even done anything yet. Was that all he was? Just a name?
"I can see it in you, Albus was it? You've got a flame that's yet to be fuelled. Just you wait. Well it's certainly been wonderful talking to you two, I hope to see around Albus. Maybe we'll be in the same house. Oh damn I forgot to ask you what house you wanted to be in. oh I suppose Gryffindor, like you father perhaps? I'm off now."
Albus was confused, as far as he could tell her fitting wasn't finished yet.
Suddenly; "alright dear, you're all set! Here you are!" Madam Malkin smiled kindly as she handed the young first year a bag, "have a wonderful year."
"Thankyou ma'am I'm sure I will. Every year is fascinating," she turned and winked at Albus, "I'm always meeting new people! Bye now!"
And with that she was out of the shop in a dash, skipping down the cobbled street. The only student in the shop suddenly found the silence over whelming. Father and son turned their heads towards each other in unison; "you know Al. I think she liked you."
Despite blushing at this comment, the young Potter certainly hoped his dad was right; he could use a friend; at least one would be nice.
They soon left Madam Malkin's shop, Albus carrying his first bag of shopping and the headed over to the book store to meet up with the rest of the family. As usual Flourish and Blott's was packed to the rafters and the twin Potters had to painstakingly make their way through the crowd til they finally came across Ginny.
"Ginny!" Harry cried, pouncing on her and giving her a quick peck on the lips.
"Hello Harry, did you get Albus some clothes?" she asked sternly.
The auror looked taken aback; "of course I have who do you take me for?"
She ignored this and turned, instead, to her youngest son; "here's your booklist, we'll stay in line and wait while you go get what you need okay?" he nodded and she ruffled his hair as he passed.
He was being careful as he walked through the shop, not because of his clumsiness- as he was really very clumsy- but because he knew his brother was around somewhere, and hi 'fun and games' were the last things he needed. But alas in the attempt to avoid a certain red head, he managed to stumble upon a particular blond. Let the awkwardness begin.
"Good god you are clumsy aren't you." Scorpius scowled down at the boy on the floor, from where there came a mumbled reply.
"Sorry."
Scorpius snorted in a snobbish way, lifting his head as though the Potter child were dirt; "I don't get you Potter. One minute you're feeding me choking cupcakes and the next you're too cowardly to even look up. Have you no pride?"
At this Albus looked up, the boy's voice didn't even sound the same as before, his words were harsh and cruel, and he was acting as though he had known Albus for longer than their two chances upon one another. And to think the first time Albus had seen this boy, he had been blushing behind his father.
Albus picked himself up off the floor, and after dusting the dirt from his pants, glared up at the second year student.
"You're not a very nice person you know that. Have you even heard of the word 'accident?" cause they happen, you tit."
And with a huff he continued his search for his needs, a blond staring confusedly after him before turning on his heel and treading away.
He only had around seven books that he needed to find, and amazingly managed to do so with too much trouble. Aka he didn't run into any terrifying, and infuriating, older brothers. An abnormal occurrence happened in Flourish and Blott's that day as the Potter family got in and out of the book shop with in an hour... ok maybe two.
The youngest male Potter was astonished at his ability to avoid his brother. For almost two hours he had remained in the same small, confined space and not once had he had a run-in! He couldn't help it; there was a skip in his step at his own accomplishment.
"Aha!" Harry cried, pointing at his youngest son, "I knew it! You really are excited about getting your first wand!"
Albus suddenly found his hand seized as he was dragged dramatically to Ollivander's.
"Mum! Hellllllp" he whimpered, but the evil woman merely rolled her eyes and called to them;
"We'll be getting lunch so meet us at the Leaky Cauldron!"
"Right-o!" the father called over his shoulder as the son merely gaped at his deserting mother.
Ollivander's smelled... like dust. And wood. There was also a faint hint of incense, was it Frankincense? Albus couldn't tell, after all incense was more for witches, so girly.
"Ah! Mr. Potter! And Mr. Potter!" a strange looking man with wispy grey hair and rodent like eyes- Albus could almost see whiskers under his nose and forced himself to stop staring, "I remember it like two years ago when your brother," he pointed to Al conspiratorially, "was in here, buying his first wand. And like yesterday; when your father was in here. Made a right mess of my shop he did. Very curious. Holly with a phoenix feather. Hmmmm." The old wizard began sizing Albus up and then pushed off on his ladder to a shelf in the distance. "I think we might try a willow with phoenix, and then a holly with unicorn hair. Just to see how alike your father you really are." He gave a wink and handed Albus his first wand, who stood there holding it dully.
Harry quickly muttered under his breath; "wave it!"
So he did.
Nothing happened.
So he waved it again. Ollivander just frowned and took it away gently, replacing it with the holly wand. Before Albus could even wave the stick however, Ollivander started chuckling and Harry looked fit to burst.
"Your hair looks like it belongs to a phoenix," the old shop owner laughed kindly, removing the offending wand. Not that Albus could tell; but his hair immediately went back to its original chestnut brown. He ignored his father who was still struggling with his inner turmoil on whether he would be allowed to laugh at his own son, or choke and die on his own oxygen.
"Alright then," Ollivander returned, gliding along on his wheelie ladder, "here we have an elderwood with phoenix feather, it's the only one we have so sorry about the size, 9 inch is rather ridiculous really."
The wand was wrenched from his grip before his stubby fingers even wrapped fully around the wood.
"No! No, I've changed my mind. Here have an elderwood with dragon scale. I think an eleven and a half inch should suit you fine."
Finally, Albus felt it. Why his dad was excited for him to get his first wand. This feeling was one he never wanted to forget. A blanket of warmth immediately spread up his finger tip, sending tingles down his legs. He felt light inside, as though he could float away, and the shivers up his spine, followed directly by the warmth flooding his body, made him smile. It was like he had just made his best friend, some one, or thing, to depend on.
"That's my boy." The wand seller smiled genuinely and Harry visibly relaxed; he was hungry, and now that his son had a wand he could finally relieve his stomach. He was excited for his youngest boy too, of course! He's not a selfish father...
The young wizard became heavily disappointed when his wand was taken from his hands and he made a mental note to never get expelled, or have his wand stolen. He wondered vaguely if he would feel that comforting warmth every time he picked it up to use it.
After everything was payed for and Harry rushed his son over to The Leaky Cauldron for lunch, leaving poor old Ollivander still talking to them as his back was turned he didn't see them leave. But he was a kind old fellow and paid it no mind; just chuckled to himself before putting on a pot of tea. The father checked a few things off the shopping list verbally; "alright now all we need to get is your cauldron and potions ingredients. And that should be it! But for now; lunch! I'm starved!"
Albus was too 'antsy', if you like, to eat his lunch. Sitting at the table he was bopping up and down in his chair to music which no one else could hear. James wasn't there, he'd gone off with his friends, which added to Albus' good mood and he had a delightful conversation with his sweet little sister. She was excited for him, she was undoubtedly envious as well, but excited all the same. He and Lily usually got on rather well. It was James who seemed to have a problem with his family, and although he never picked on Lily, he rarely spoke to her.
To get away from his infuriating, constant movement, Ginny gave Albus some money to get his sister and himself some ice cream from the famous Fortescue's ice cream parlour. He didn't mind holding his little sister's hand, especially when he was worried about losing her in the busy crowd of Diagon. And he felt comfort in her small grip, knowing that she trusted him, being a big brother made him incredibly proud and he knew he was going to miss his little sister. As she requested he would have to write her really long letters at least once a week- except he'll probably only end up getting the chance to write once a month. He really didn't know what to expect.
Upon arriving at the ice cream parlour; the 11 year old decided he didn't want an ice cream any way. But waited with his sister as she question him on what flavour he thought she should get. That was when he saw it.
"Hmm I don't know. What do you feel like? Say Lily, do you mind waiting here by yourself? I just wanna have a look at something over there, ok?"
She pouted at him but agreed all the same and he gave her some coins in case he took too long. Looking left and right to cross the cobbled road, he could feel his sisters gaze following him into the pet store and prayed to Merlin that she wouldn't tell their parents.
Like most of the other stores, a bell chimed as he opened the door and his nose was flooded with smells. Not all too pleasant either, the pet store smelt a lot like wet fur, and poo. It would turn anyone off buying a pet. But then again, Albus thought, if you couldn't put up with this you probably didn't deserve a pet. As he walked through the shop, filled with hissing crates and croaking boxes, he looked over curiously at the owls, but shook his head as he reached the desk. There was a young witch sitting at the desk with a monkey reading the Daily Profit over her shoulder. He called for her attention.
"Um excuse me?"
She looked up at him with dazzling silver eyes which reminded him of a rainy day, only her face was like the sun, as golden curls fell into her face like clouds. Her eyes were rather large as she looked at him as though he were some strange creature she'd never contemplated in her strangest dreams.
"you look so familiar," she said in a voice as though she had just woken from the said wildest dream; "have we met before?" she turned her head to the side. The only way Albus could describe her was; very odd.
"Ah no I don't think so. Um I'm here to buy a pet please. But I haven't much money and it needs to be small."
"I don't suppose you want a knargle then, though they're not much fun as pets." She frowned momentarily, "oh and they're increasingly rare. I forgot we don't sell them here."
"Knargle...? Um well I was thinking maybe like a ferret?"
"Yes. They are cute aren't they? Got to be careful though. Some can turn vicious. My father says that they try to get into your brain through your nostrils while you sleep. I don't really like them myself."
Al couldn't tell if he was getting anxious about these new ferret facts, or because she wouldn't stop staring at him. but he didn't want to be in that shop too much longer; he'd left his sister alone long enough. But he really wanted a pet. At least that way he would be guaranteed a friend, someone to talk to, even if it couldn't reply, I would look like it was listening. And besides, his brother got a pet owl; but they had to share it.
"They're also a little expensive," the boy jumped as he realised the shop keeper was still talking, "rats are nice though. Smaller than a ferret, cheaper too. And they wont try to eat your brains while you sleep."
A rat. Why hadn't he thought of that? Now that she'd said it, it seemed perfect, he smiled at the revelation, a pet rat, awesome!
"Or monkeys are good too. A little cheeky sometimes as to be expected but theyre very intelligent, you might be able o teach it to do your homework, or-"
He cut her off, "erm a rat sounds perfect, um where do I find them?"
"a rat? Are you sure? Well there's only three to choose from really. They're not particularly popular." She bent down and lifted a small cage up from under the desk. Al looked inside to find three small rats, obviously still quite young. A grey one was clawing at the cage wire, trying to escape. A tan one curled fearfully in the corner and a black one in the other corner sniffing along the edge of the cage. The black one sniffed its way right to where Al was peering in and gave him a curious look with beady black eyes. The boy cocked his head to the side and noticed that the rat had an orangey swirl on it's back that looked like a sun. his smiled; he would need some sun light to get him through some dreary days at school.
"Can I please have the black one?"
"Oh yes. It's a he. A bit moody though so you got to work with his personality so you guys don't have a falling out," Al just gave her a very confused look, "what are you going to call him?"
"i-I'm not sure." He blinked as he thought through this.
"I think you should let him choose. It will help to develop your relationship. But you don't have to decide right now. Get to know one another first you know. He's just 6 shillings."
"oh right... um thanks." He fiddled in his pocket to dish out the cons, and found that he still had enough for some ice cream if he really wanted, but he decided it would look too suspicious to have spent that much money on ice cream.
Lily was waiting for him outside the shop, happily licking a strawberry and spearmint ice cream.
"hey." He tried not to look suss with the lump in his jumpers pocket.
"hey," she smiled up at him with a little ice cream smeared here and there, making him chuckle a bit, "what'd you buy?"
"nothing. Come on let's go." He tried to walk away without further questions. But this was Albus, since when did anything ever go his way?
"I know you bought something I was watching."
He sighed, his sister was very sly, and very nosey, but he figured he probably would have told her anyway.
"a rat."
"you bought a rat? Really? Can I see? Is it a he or a she? Have you named it yet? Oh please let me help you think of a name!"
She was jumping up and down excitedly and the older of the two was worried about her losing her sugar in a cone.
"shh shh. Yes you can see him. no I haven't decided on a name."
"well where is he?" she was whispering cutely now, and Albus felt, for some reason, really mature as he leant down and opened his pocket for her to see.
"aw! He's so cute! He must really like you Al, he's already asleep!"
Al's eyes widened at that; "really?" how cool!
She smiled up at him and began walking back to the leaky cauldron and he stood to catch up.
"hey Lily wait! Promise you won't tell mum and dad right?" he asked worriedly, a frown creasing his brows.
She turned to him smiling; "they've got a new ice cream you know, every flavour ice cream. Like Bertie Bott's Beans! I didn't want to try it though, I like strawberry and spearmint too much."
The boy just shook his head and gave a relieved smile. She wouldn't tell.
When the family arrived home, Harry helped his sons carry their things up stairs, as he was the only male allowed to use magic, and the two boys snarled at eachother up the stairs.
"Al you stink! Are you so scared about missing mummy and daddy that you wet your pants?!" he laughed and Albus just frowned annoyed.
Don't give in, he thought to himself, just ignore him. he's trying to make you angry. Just ignore him.
I bet you're gonna cry tomorrow, you're such a baby."
Damn it.
"Damn you!" and he lunged for his brother on the stairs. This was one of the rare times when Albus started the physical fight, or the fight at all for that matter. And he regretted it straightaway. Not only because he was bound to lose, as he always did, but because at that moment when it was too late to stop his attack, he had remembered the warm furry body in his jumper pocket.
Realising this he allowed himself to be forced painfully on his back as his brother won the fight and slammed him onto the stairs.
"tch. You're so weak." He walked over him and into his room.
Albus waited completely still for a moment, staring at the bulge in the pocket. It wasn't moving and he was too afraid to find out if it would. But suddenly; it squirmed and a whiskered nose poked out the edge. Al let out an exasperated breath and stood, poking the nose back into hiding. "sorry." He whispered as he walked past his dad, smiling up at him, and into his room. Closing the door he fell back against it and too the floor, pulling out his new friend and stroking its head.
"That was pretty close eh?" he confessed; "sorry, it was my fault. I won't let it happen again ok?"
The only answer he got was a twitch of the nose, making him smile.
"Well let's decide on a name then shall we?" and he shifted his position to be more comfortable and placed the rat down on his lap, still petting its back.
"I was thinking bear cause they're vicious. But the name itself sounds cute," he looked at the rat with a twisted face, "bear, ew no it is cute. Erm what about Seb?"
"No that sounds preppy." A voice whispered making him jump.
"Wha?!?! Was that you???" he stared wide eyed at the rat on his lap.
"No it's me," the voice said again, "Lily, you know your sister. I'm on the other side of the door. Let me in I wanna help pick a name!"
He sighed, but moved from the door anyway, letting his sister into his room. She sat on the floor next to him, leaning against the wall, and gave the nameless rodent a pat before turning to her brother,
"Where'd you get 'Seb' from anyway?"
"I dunno it just came to my mind. What's your idea of a good name genius?" he scowled and continued his stroking.
"Well he keeps twitching his nose, so what about twitch?"
The rat turned its head to the girl right as she said that and immediately paused it's nose twitching. Al raised an eyebrow at her, then looked down at the now still pet.
"I don't think he likes that name."
She sighed, "It was just an idea."
"Well what about swift?"
"Swift?" she looked at him quizzically, frowning slightly, "but that's not even a real name."
"Neither was twitch."
She hmphed, slumping back against the wall, before she admitted quietly to her brother; "I think he likes the name Swift."
Al looked down at his rat, which was now looking directly into his eyes with a heavily twitching nose, and he smiled, "I think you're right... Swift it is then!"
"Dinner!" a shout from down stair reached both children's ears at the same time. Ah the next dilemma. Where to keep him. The parents hadn't noticed anything odd about the amount of change they had received but they were sure to notice if there were rat droppings littering the house.
"erm..."
"Coming!" Lily yelled before turning to her brother with eye brows raised, "well? Where are you going to keep him?"
"Right right. You go down stairs, I'll be right there k?"
She rolled her eyes as though she were more mature than him and left the room. Al stood in the middle of the wood floor looking around him frantically before running to his cupboard and ripping clothes out of the top draw. He lay one old shirt in the draw for comfort and put the rat down snugly telling him, as sternly as he could; "now, you have to stay ok? Please don't go any where or we'll both be in big trouble do you understand?"
The rat looked at him with watery eyes, and he hoped it was a yes as he left the room, kicking his clothes under his bed, he whispered as he closed the door;
"See you in a bit swift!"
Albus couldn't sleep that night. He was far too nervous of the next day. To think this is what he'd spent the first eleven years of his life waiting for. Well maybe not all of those eleven years but close enough. Between 10 and midnight, he'd tossed and turned and switched his head and tail. Eventually he gave up and went to pat Swift for a while. He sat up in the middle of his pet petting his rat in a rhythmic, soothing pattern and soon enough the rodent fell asleep in his palms. The boy looked down in envy and put the small animal back in its draw. Turning back around; he spotted his wanted, resting on his neatly packed suit case. He grinned to his empty room and did a forward roll on the wood floor to his suitcase.
Picking his wand up, he spun around in a comic spy manner, kneeling in proposition. He pointed his wand like a gun to the shadowy corner. He felt the warm feeling again, but not quite as strongly as the first time, but it felt more natural and calming. He put on a sly smirk and squinted his eyes sinisterly;
"Potter," he whispered, "Albus, Potter. Piu piu piu piu! Piu piu!"
He spun around, dramatically jerking his gun in the effect of pelting imaginary bullets at invisible enemies. Suddenly he found himself blown off his feet and his wand gave a miraculous spark. Back thrown against the wall, putting him in a slight daze, he looked at the wand, now giving him electrical tingles up his arm, in amazement.
"Whoa."
This school year was going to be wicked!
They were rushing to the train station as James had slept in. Albus, of course, was already awake at 5am. But alas, as they were the Potter family; they made it with plenty of time to spare. They waited at Platform 9 and three quarters for a mere 3 minutes before their friends, for whom they had been waiting, arrived.
Read the Epilogue in Harry Potter 7. I did and I'm too lazy to re-type it. And besides I would get in trouble for copyright... I also hereby disclaim this story.
After he had been reassured by his father, and told a secret that no one else knew, he felt almost confident getting on that train. He hesitated with one foot on board and look back into the smiling face of Lily, he smiled too- or was it a grimace, before someone pushed him all the way on. Swift was once again asleep in his pocket. That was pretty much all the rat did; 'swiftly fall asleep.'
The first year began making his way down the train, taking peeks into the compartments to see any faces that he knew would be reflecting his. Half a train later he found nowhere to sit, and the machine was already chuffing through the countryside. He couldn't even find his cousin Rose, how could she have disappeared so suddenly? It was just odd. But he continued to stumble through the train, passing many people, possibly in the same circumstance as him, there were plenty of compartments that he could sit in but he was just too nervous to ask the people inside if he could sit with them.
Finally he found an empty one and sat himself down with an exhausted sigh. He pulled his friend out from with in his pocket and began talking to him;
"Well, here we are, I guess." He let out another sigh and looked out the window, "it's gonna be really different now huh? I can't tell if I'm more scared or just nervous, or maybe I'm excited?"
"Probably scared, if you're talking to your own reflection." A voice sniggered from the compartment door. Al's head snapped to the source of the noise to find a spiky haired blond gazing at him with amused steel coloured eyes.
"I wasn't," he outed at the intruder, "I was just... talking.. to my... rat." He finished with a sigh as he realised that this probably seemed no better than talking to his reflection.
Scorpius seemed to agree as he gave a small snort and entered the compartment, closing the door; "do you mind? There seems to be no more room."
Al looked a little taken aback but nodded anyway as the blond took a seat opposite him and looked out the window uncomfortably.
"you don't have to talk to me or even acknowledge my presence, I just don't feel like standing the whole ride."
Albus realised that he was still staring and quickly looked down at his rat, as it sniffed at the new smell; "I really don't mind you know." He mumbled almost incoherently.
Scorpius gave into his curiosity and looked at what the other boy was looking at.
"what's his name?" he asked.
"Swift."
Malfoy looked up quizzically, "Swift? How'd you come up with Swift?"
Al returned the raised eyebrow with a slight frown; "I'm not sure really. Kind of because he looks like he has a sun on his back oh yeah and because the lady at the pet shop said he has terrible mood swings. So I thought he would maybe 'swiftly change his mind' or something like that."
"How obscure."
"Yes the pet shop owner was rather weird, a little 6's and 7's if you know what I mean." He smiled, earning a slight chuckle.
"No. I meant-"
"I know what you meant. I dunno the name just kind of slipped out. And he liked it. The nutter in the shop said I should let him choose his name..."
The two boys raised an eyebrow at each other before the blond asked;
"Do you always do what people tell you?"
Before Al could answer the door was thrown open and a ruby head of curls came waltzing in, pointing her finger straight at Albus' nose, making him go cross eyed.
"Do you know I have been looking every where for you?" she nearly shrieked. Al shrank back in his seat.
"n-no why?"
"Cause I wanted to sit with you! Is that such a bad thing?!"
"No."
"Then why did you run away?!"
"I didn't"
"Yes you did. You went on the train and walked in the opposite direction. I saw! And then I couldn't find you at all!"
He just looked at her; how was any of this his fault? If she had seen him walking in the opposite direction then why didn't she just follow him. she suddenly seemed to notice the other presence in the room. She turned around and blinked, a small blush crept across her freckled cheeks.
"Oh! Hello, I'm sorry I didn't see you there. M-my name is Rose Weasley and you are?"
"Erm, Scorpius Malfoy." He looked quite confused at the exchange he had just witness, and the dramatic change of emotion displayed. Girls were truly scary.
"oh." She suddenly seemed less interested, and turned back to the scruffier looking boy, "well I've already made some friends, just so you know. So I'm going to be sitting with them ok? And, aren't you going to change soon?"
"Well I wasn't really planning on-"
"Well I think you should." She turned on her heal and left the boys alone, "bye now."
The peace didn't last, not even for a second. The door slammed closed, before being slammed open once more in someone's excitement.
"Hello!" a young girl with blinding teeth smiled at the two boys, she turned to Albus; "do you remember me? We met in Madam Malkin's shop for Wizard Robes!"
Good god. How could he forget.
"Yes, erm Claudette wasn't it?"
"Goodness you have incredible memory. I'm so excited aren't you Albus? Oh hello!" she smiled at Scorpius who winced, she brought the rest of her body into the room and sat down nest to the brown haired boy, "what your name?" she held out a hand.
"Scorpius Malfoy."
"Brilliant! Oh hell I can't tell if I' nervous or scared, can you? It's incredible, I can't believe we're finally going to that place. Amazing absolutely amazing. Wow oh wow."
Al and Scorpius shared a glance. Although the Potter had to admit he was surprised; the girl seemed to actually be at a loss for words. And then she started again.
"I only ever talk like this when I'm nervous or excited so I haven't been able to stop talking since I got my letter. Mum says I even talk in my sleep. I wouldn't be surprised. Most people can't handle it. That's why I'm here by the way. I just got kicked out of my last carriage cause I simply wouldn't shut up."
She took a breath. Whoa. She actually took a breath!
And thankfully her rant was cut short; "anything from the trolley dears?"
A/N takes BIG breath ZOMFG! That is the longest chapter I have ever EVER written like what the fudge-bucket? Ahah! Try and beat that fuzyhead hehehe anyway yes.. that is my chapter hope you liked it. And if anyone reviews... tell me what you think of Claudette cause she's obviously my OC and I've never done one before but she's soooo cute! If I'm allowed to say that XD but yeah...
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p.s. did you like the potter/bond bit XD I had to!