Disclaimer: No, I still don't own Harry Potter, *sighs*

The Tables Turn

Previously on MITTC

"I have been quite selfish tonight," Albus said quietly, keeping his voice hypnotic, so as not to disturb the boy in his lap, who had finally been comforted somewhat. "and I will forever be sorry for how I took advantage of you tonight. You were trying to help me, and I didn't consider your feelings in this."

His reply was a sniffle, and Albus chuckled humorlessly, wondering how Scorpius would react to his next bit of news. "One good thing, though." Albus said his voice still soft. He kissed Scorpius on his blonde tresses again, and then continued. "I'm gay."

A startled laugh burst out of Scorpius' mouth, and Albus couldn't help himself but to lean down and capture Scorpius lips in a chaste kiss.

"What's funny?" Albus asked, his hand stilling momentarily from the circles he was tracing on Scorpius' back.

"Nothing," Scorpius replied, his voice laced with humor. "Who would have thought, the Great Albus Potter, son of the Chosen One, Boy Who Lived, etc. etc. would be gay?"

Albus' retort was a smack in Scorpius' bum, which earned him a yelp.

Albus merely smiled, and continued holding his friend protectively in his arms.

The two boys sat comfortably in the empty classroom for an immeasurable amount of time. Neither complained, and so neither rushed to leave.

Scorpius let his head rest on Albus' shoulder, and thought good and hard about what had transpired that night. Albus turned out to be gay. He also had found someone who shared his attraction, if the way the two boys in the library going at each other were anything to go by. Technically, even though he and Spike were not dating, they had some sort of mutual liking for making out, and Scorpius wasn't sure whether the older boy would appreciate if he dropped the latter, just so he can start making out with Albus.

Then there was the matter if Albus wanted to make out with him again. Albus' lips were soft and delectable, nothing like Spikes. It was just completely different the way the two kissed, and did other erotic things, but he couldn't ask Albus to stop kissing the Ravenclaw, if he himself continued doing things with Spike. The older boy, though he had calmed down since their first meeting, never did take away the threat of writing to his parents. How they had yet to find out was beyond him, but the older Slytherin had an aggressive side, and though Scorpius was hardly a submissive, he didn't think the idea of being manhandled agreed with him very much. And somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that Spike would get rough again, if he told him he was no longer interested in being his 'sex toy'.

Scorpius felt lucky so far. Spike hadn't tried to find him, and so the past couple of days were his and Albus' alone. But the days had passed, and he wouldn't have been surprised if Spike would be looking for him at this very moment. He shuddered; a violent Spike was not one you want to deal with.

Albus seemed to have realized Scorpius' discomfort, because like the gentleman he was, he gently moved a loose blond curl away from his face, and asked what was wrong.

Scorpius pondered what to tell him, knowing that lying, wouldn't work, the boy could tell a million miles away when someone lied to him.

"Err…" Scorpius murmured, playing with a loose thread on Albus' shirt.

"What is it?" Albus asked softly, and began rubbing soft circles on the taller boy.

Scorpius paused, relishing in the tenderness of the other boy, finally, he decided to speak, perhaps Albus would know what to do? "I'm just a little concerned with…err..someone from seventh year Slytherin," he muttered, not really keen for Albus to know exactly what transpired between the two of them, though he figured Albus knew; Spike was there a few times when Albus had taken his wrath out on him, when he hadn't wanted to face anything gay.

Scorpius felt Albus stiffen beneath him, and he cursed himself for bringing up a sensitive topic like that. He couldn't apologize though, what good would that do. Spike was in his life for now, and the latter would fight tooth and nail to keep Scorpius within his clutches. He was a good keep after all, the way his body fit with the older Slytherin. Spike had never told him that he liked smaller boys, but he had made it obvious when he wanted Scorpius to become his sex slave. Not that he was petite, far from it; he was 5'9, to Spike's 6'4 a whole seven inches. Still, if the latter went back to wanting Scorpius to be his sex slave, the Malfoy heir didn't want to have to go back down to that level; especially with the way Albus treated him, as if he were a priceless treasure, rather than something to use.

"Is this the boy you were with when I…" he stopped speaking, and Scorpius realized that Albus regretted what he had done, he felt every urge to calm the boy holding him, but saying 'it's alright,' was very obviously not true, and he wasn't going to lie; so he merely nodded, and waited for Albus to get himself together again.

Scorpius turned to look at his friend. The jet black haired boy was sitting ramrod straight, and even though his arms were still secure around Scorpius, his eyes held a glaze, much like dirty glass. Then suddenly, he stood up, he seemed to have forgotten that Scorpius was in his lap, because the latter fell to the floor with an ungraceful plop.

Scorpius tried to hide the hurt in his eyes, and was partially successful, but Albus was so out of it, he didn't even realize. He was looking at everything but at Scorpius, and when he finally met the stormy grey stare, he said haltingly, "I…I need some time…to think about…things." His voice was apologetic, but his eyes were still far away, unable to focus on anything.

Scorpius felt his heart clench, but said nothing, pretending that he was okay with Albus leaving him on such short notice. When the door finally shut behind him, the soft click sounded like a slam, and Scorpius curled himself together in a small ball. Albus might have been gay, but that definitely didn't make things easier between them, and he was only starting to realize it.

Albus left the room in a quick trot. He would not humiliate himself and run the second he left the classroom, that would indicate that something had gone in there, which it hadn't, not really. He had comforted his friend after he had gone and made out with an extreme hottie. Ciaran, he nearly sighed, as the name slipped out of his lips. He was torn, both Scorpius and Ciaran were stunning males. Both had different qualities, but were similar as well. He couldn't tell this to Scorpius, but now that he knew he was gay, he really wanted to have some more alone time with Ciaran Cooper. And Albus knew without a doubt that Scorpius would not take that well.

Albus couldn't blame Scorpius if he felt that way; it was because of the Malfoy heir that he even recognized himself for what he was. He knew how some of his dorm mates felt about homosexuals, and if he were to really pursue Ciaran, and maybe even Scorpius, he would need to be very careful. He couldn't believe how deeply he had gotten into making out with the Ravenclaw, they were in full view of many people, especially if those people looked into those small nooks and crannies the library held; especially for the gossip of finding someone there, making out. And in Hogwarts, news spread extremely fast. He would be lucky if no one had noticed them. Or he was in for a load of trouble.

It had been a couple of minutes now, and Albus knew he could start running if he wanted to. It wasn't a formal decision, but when his legs starting pumping beneath him, he didn't stop them; not even when he heard muttered curses and angry yells from portraits nearby, but he took no notice. He needed to get away, away from the uncertainties that came with one Scorpius Malfoy and Ciaran Cooper. He had yet to write to Teddy, and the sudden urge to speak to him nearly overwhelmed him.

He ran and ran, never pausing for breath, until he felt his lungs gasp for breath, and his feet tremble beneath him. He fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap, and took in his surroundings. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out where he was. His Marauder's Map was safely tucked away in his trunk, and even though he had spent many a night studying the map, his environment was totally and utterly unfamiliar.

His breath still came in ragged gasps, his hand clutching at his chest in vain hope to get some much needed air in quicker than what was flowing through him now. Breathing in through his nose, and out through his mouth helped slightly, but he still couldn't catch his breath enough to stand back up and make his way back to where he had some semblance of location.

Deciding to write to Teddy, he grabbed at his bag hanging limply to the side. He seized some spare parchment in a near frenzy and took out his favorite quill along with it. He paused for a moment, his quill poised above the parchment, almost quivering, waiting for the first words to come alive on the paper.

Albus remained in his position, unable to think of anything other than 'I'm gay,' but when he thought more deeply, he realized with a start that he still had some feelings for Lotus; did that mean he was bi, and not gay? By Merlin! did he have a lot of questions for his father's godson.

Teddy,

I know I haven't spoken to you in a long while, but lately, things have been quite…strange, if I may. It started out with my best friend being gay, then I sort of hurt him a lot, until he kind of made me see reason by doing rather….unbecoming things.

Now I realize that I may be gay as well, or perhaps bisexual. This doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would, and that scares me…more than you can imagine. I'm terrified that bad things will happen to me, like I made bad things happen to my best friend. I won't give any names out, but there are two boys now, that I currently feel an attraction to.

I know for a fact, that if I pick one over the other, he will be so hurt, that our friendship will spiral out of control, just like it did when I found out of his preferences.

Teddy, I am so lost, I don't know how to deal with any of this. I don't want to pick one over the other, but I don't want to miss the opportunity to be with both of them, and yet, doing that, I would feel like a whore.

Please, Teddy, give me some advice, and please, don't tell my dad…I'm afraid of his reaction. My mum as well….I need to be able to tell them on my own, especially if nothing ever comes out of this; like if I were to stay with my current girlfriend.

Teddy! I am so bloody FUCKED!

All my love,

Albus.

Albus reread the letter again, and though he knew it said a lot, he knew Teddy would never judge him, he wasn't completely certain, but he hoped with all his heart that Teddy would still love him for who he was, rather than who he might become.

His breathing finally back to normal, he stood up, dusted himself off, and put his freshly written letter away in his bag for later, when he'd go to the Owlery.

He hadn't fully stood up, when suddenly; the lights in the corridor went out. He stiffened, and immediately clutched his wand protectively in his hand. He began walking slowly, his eyes shifting back and forth, in hope of realizing what it was that made the lights shut off. After all, this was no Muggle abode; lights don't just turn off, because the electricity drains…

The corridors got darker and darker the further he went, a foreboding feeling came over him, and he gripped his wand tighter in his hand, an unknown terror gripping him, much as if he were in his dad's times, and Voldemort was coming to kill him instead. Shivering, he casted 'Lumos' and breathed a sigh of relief when his wand tip lit up with a narrow beam of light.

Nobody was around him, and he was very grateful for that fact. The ominous feeling had not retreated, and Albus kept moving, afraid to stop, terrified to do anything other than pray that he would be safe in the dark corridors. After walking for about ten minutes, he saw a dim light up ahead, and a few voices drifting past him in a soft wind, that was caused by Hogwarts' drifty hallways.

Before he could shout with relief, someone grabbed him from behind, whilst another cast a body bind on him. The looming face of Nicholas Boot was the last thing his conscious mind was aware of, before he was stunned.

James Sirius Potter looked around disparagingly; his brother was nowhere to be found. He growled in frustration, as he made his way down to the Slytherin Dungeons. There was no way he was going into the snake den, but hopefully, someone would be lurking about, and he'd be in luck. That was the last place he was going to look. If he still couldn't be found, James figured he'd give up and wait until dinnertime to speak to his younger brother.

He hummed a merry tune, passing corridor after corridor, and going down each staircase; paying only enough attention not to fall into midair should a staircase move from beneath him.

He was just at the Entrance Hall, when he saw a flash of platinum blond hair. His first thought- Scorpius Malfoy would know where his brother was. He ran the last couple of steps, and intercepted the blond.

The blond in question didn't look so good. His alabaster skin was paler than usual, and his eyes downcast, and withdrawn. For a moment, he considered asking him if he was alright, but then reconsidered. He needed his brother. Their dad was coming again, and he wanted to warn his sibling that the decorum they displayed was extremely important. Something about an agent, perhaps for Quidditch?

"Malfoy?" he asked, deciding he ought to be polite if he wanted any answers.

"Potter," The Malfoy heir responded in a monotone.

James knew it wasn't a slight to him, that he wasn't really participating, but either way, he didn't call him on it. "Have you any idea where my brother might be?" he asked finally.

A dour expression crossed Malfoy's pointed face, and it made him look unapproachable. For a moment he said nothing, and then "I don't know where he is now, but the both of us were in the library earlier. He had to go somewhere, he didn't say anything more, and he didn't want company."

James nodded, feeling dejected. Malfoy had been a dead end. Where could he look now? Finally deciding it was pointless to search a huge castle for one person, he decided to put It on the Malfoy's hands.

"Oi, Malfoy!" James called loudly, as the former was already walking away. Said blond turned around, and scowled. "What?" he growled, not an ounce of patience in his voice. James hesitated briefly, not used to Malfoy acting harsh. "If my brother comes into the Slytherin Common Room, or dorm, could you let him know I was looking for him?" Malfoy nodded his head, and went back to walking away.

James sighed, and turned to retreat to his own Common Room. It was a shame that his father hadn't given him the Marauder's map, or even the invisibility cloak. He claimed that James was too much of a troublemaker, but James knew better, his brother probably had it. Well, nonetheless, if push comes to shove, he would force his way into his brothers belongings to find that dreaded map, but only if the time called for it.

James thought back to what his father had told him.

James, I need you to find your brother, tomorrow, some scouts are coming to look at you and your brother. They want to see your skills, and if they approve, they might just ask you to sign up for their team. I would be more than happy to sign my permission, but you both need to be on your best behaviours. I do not know exactly when they will be coming, but I'm guessing a couple of days before the Quidditch match against Slytherin. Which should be quite interesting, considering you will be up against your brother. But if you both play well, they might sign you both up, I can't know for sure, so just make sure to warn him of his decorum, and then you should be fine. Professionals don't like when people they are looking to sign act like children, even if you are by no means old. Just act and do well during the games, and hopefully, they will consider you both. These scouts are always coming, but it is only now that I have found out about it. Therefore, take this opportunity, and let your brother know as well, and good luck to both of you.

His father HAD meant Quidditch! Oh, by dear Merlin! was he excited. His father had told him this yesterday, and he had forgotten, now, that he had finally remembered, his brother fell off the face o the earth, and could not be found anywhere. If only he had that blasted Map!

He wasn't sure what good it would do if Malfoy relayed the message, how would a Slytherin come into the Gryffindor commons anyway? He shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. There was always later.

Dinner had passed, and there still was no sign of Albus. Though Scorpius could not deny that he was hurt at Albus' quick retreat, they were still friends, and his chest ached with worry. Albus, was a lover of food. He was never one to miss a meal, unless he overslept, but considering he had never returned to the dorms, Scorpius knew this was not the case.

An empty feeling had clung to his chest about half an hour after Albus had left, and he wondered if it had something to do with Albus. They had been best friends, to enemies, to friends, to some sort of crazy partnership, where they had kissed. And then, Albus had held him when he was upset. So did that mean they shared some sort of bond? Then he remembered their shared dreams, and startled himself into the realization that it was indeed possible that they shared some sort of bond.

At one point, he heard a deafening shout in his mind that sounded like someone begging. He had ignored it when he heard it, after all, his imagination was quite vivid now a day. But now, as he thought back on it, he couldn't help but wonder if that was Albus, somehow calling for help.

He fidgeted helplessly. Scorpius had never felt so…hopeless in his life. Albus was probably fine, but there was an emptiness in him, that he had never felt before in his life, and it terrified him. The fates were trying to tell him something, and he was too frightened to acknowledge it.

He hadn't realized dinner had ended, until the scraping of benches, and chatter slowly retreating made him look up. He felt dazed, and it was then he realized that he was in dire need of company. James Potter had asked him to tell him if he heard of his brother, and he hadn't. Maybe James knew of a way to locate him?

Making up his mind, he quickly searched for an auburn haired boy amongst the crowd. He couldn't see him, but his loud voice had reached back to him, floating towards him amidst the large crowd leaving the hall.

He sped up his pace, and at the doors of the Great Hall he finally saw his target. "Potter!" he yelled loudly, ignoring the stares his shout had garnered. He watched as James turned his head to look at whom had called him, and his eyes widened in recognition as he took in the sight of Scorpius beckoning to him.

He didn't move though, and Scorpius figured he'd have to meet the Gryffindor at the doors. It felt like ages, but what was presumably only sixty seconds later, he reached the elder Potter.

"Something is wrong with Albus," he panted, once he said it, something told him he was right. James' eyes narrowed, and Scorpius hurried on to explain. "I can't be completely certain, but this feeling I have is so strong, I don't want to ignore it."

Scorpius watched with some trepidation, as James stared at him, as if looking for a tell of a lie. Finding none, he sagged against the wall, and his eyes narrowed worriedly. "What makes you say that?" Potter's voice was rough, and even a bystander could tell that James Potter was concerned for his little brother.

"I already said, this feeling.."

"No," James cut him off, "I mean, what is this feeling saying to you…what does it feel like?"

Scorpius paused, thinking carefully, wondering how to put his words so the elder Potter could understand it.

"A half an hour after Albus left my presence, I suddenly felt this hollow feeling in my gut, as if something terrible was going to happen. A while later, a roaring sound echoed in my mind, and for a moment, I thought it sounded like begging. I ignored it, and now I can't help but wonder if something truly terrible has, or is still happening to my friend."

His voice choked on the last word, and he looked away from James. He didn't want to show emotion, especially to one older than him. It was embarrassing enough, that Albus caused such harsh reactions within him; to break down in front of his crush's brother was not an option. He calmed himself, quickly meditating his mind into something acceptable, keeping his eyes closed. If James noticed, he didn't mention it; in fact, he waited until Scorpius opened his eyes again, before speaking.

"I have two options," James said, his voice soft, looking clearly into Scorpius' eyes. "Albus has this map, somewhere in his possession that tells the names of everyone in the school, and where they are currently located. If we can find the map, we'll find Albus, and we don't need to use the second option, which is go to my dad, and well, explain to him everything you said."

Scorpius nodded his head, and led the Gryffindor towards the Slytherin Common Room.

They got there quickly, and without wasting a moment, Scorpius ran to where Albus kept his trunk. Things were not messy, and he felt bad for being intrusive, but he forgave himself, concluding that this was an emergency. He tossed aside a few articles of clothing, and came up barehanded. "I don't know what to look for," he told the elder Potter sheepishly.

"That's okay, I know what to look for." Within thirty seconds, James came up with a battered empty looking parchment.

"That's a map?" he asked incredulously, not believing it for a minute.

"Yeah, watch," James replied. "I solemnly swear, that I am up to no good." Suddenly, the parchment was filling itself up with classrooms, and names of different students. Eagerly, the two boys looked around for Albus' name amongst the hundreds of others. It was five minutes, when both boys finally admitted that neither of them could find the raven haired Potter on the map. They saw Harry Potter, and with that James snapped. His face was pale, and his hands shook.

"I think it's time we went to my father,"

Scorpius couldn't help but agree, and the two of them quickly followed the map, directly to where Harry Potter was.

Albus Potter's hearing came back to him, before he opened his eyes. He had no idea where he was, and when he tried to move, he realized he couldn't. His hands were tied to something above his head, and his legs were in the same predicament tied to something he couldn't see. His struggling made the bonds around his hands and legs to tighten, and he gasped when he realized it was magically tied, and would keep getting tighter the longer he struggled.

He opened his eyes, and took in his surroundings. He was tied to an old looking bed, with dirty sheets. He couldn't see anyone in his line of vision, but heard whispers come closer to him. Quickly, he shut his eyes, and controlled his breathing. Perhaps if he pretended to still be out cold they wouldn't bother him? Ha, as if; this was Nicholas Boot, he didn't know who else was with him, but he knew it didn't bode well for him, unless he could plead his case somehow?

He felt breathing against his face, and it took every ounce of control not to open his eyes, or whimper in fear.

"He's still out of it," the voice murmured quietly to someone else in the room. Alex Creevy, he thought with a pang. Yep, he really was screwed.

"Well, why don't we slap him awake then? I want to get him already." The other chuckled in agreement.

"So, you attack his cock, and I'll get his arse, or what?" the voice asked the other presence in the room.

"How about we take turns?"

"So, does that mean we can both fuck that queers ass, till he begs for mercy?"

"Yes," was the delighted reply, full of malice, "that's exactly what it means."

Albus paled dramatically, and once again, it took him a great deal of strength not to twist in his bonds, and try to escape. His used to be friends wanted to rape him; and there was nothing he could do about it.

A/N, in all my 14 chapters that I have written thus far for this story, I believe this was the biggest cliff hanger that I have given.

The 100th reviewer still gets a one shot; but since it is only six reviews away, it will have to be within the next two hours, if this is the case, the hundredth reviewer will get the one shot :D

The 125th reviewer will get a one shot as well, no strings attached. As always, it will be the ship, and plot of their choice, as long as it is in the Harry Potter fandom, and SLASH :D

If I actually do reach 125 reviews, I will update before next Tuesday. Maybe even by Thursday, but let's see how many updates I can get, :p

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Next chapter…I think it's a bit obvious what's going to happen, isn't it?