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Break-Ins and Bandages

Here is my 1500 Followers Celebratory Snippet! Thank you for helping me brainstorm, @surplus-of-sarcasm and @lilywolfgray!

The sound of the window opening had Hero whipping their head around so fast it gave them a bout of dizziness. They had been perched on the end of their mattress, holding a pack of ice to their throbbing head and trying not to aggravate the rest of the wounds littered across their battered body. As the window opened the rest of the way, Hero’s heart leapt into their throat. Villain climbed over the sill into the bedroom. Hero jumped to their feet… and promptly keeled over. Villain sped over and caught them before they could hit the floor.

“Easy, easy,” Villain said, depositing them back on their bed, “not here to hurt you. I think I did enough of that this afternoon.”

“Why- how-?”

“I banged you up pretty bad, I felt like I should try to fix it.”

Villain had a bag slung over their shoulder, and as Hero got a proper look at it, they could see it was stuffed to the brim with medical supplies.

“After I gave the cops the slip, I may have followed you home… heh, sorry.”

Villain gave them a lopsided, apologetic smile. Hero’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Don’t give me that look! I’m a villain, not a monster! Now, let’s have a look at you.”

Despite their protests, Villain helped Hero out of their shirt and started to examine them.

“Hm,” Villain said, “I really pack a punch, huh?”

“Ya think?” Hero winced as Villain touched a particularly tender spot.

“Okay.” Villain started to rummage in their bag, “let me start with the antiseptic.”

Villain pulled out a bottle and a cotton pad. Hero scuttled back on the bed.

“Villain, I appreciate this, but please don’t-”

“Hush.”

Villain lunged with the antiseptic. Hero cried out when Villain started to clean their cuts.

“You big baby,” Villain teased, “you can survive buildings falling on you, but a little wound tending is gonna be your undoing?”

“YES!” Hero hissed, their knuckle-white fists gripping the blanket under them.

Villain shook their head with a chuckle. Once every wound was cleaned, they started to medicate them and bandage them up.

“…Thanks,” Hero said uncertainly.

“Yep,” Villain said with a satisfied smile.

Villain started to put everything away. They were about to climb back out the window when Hero found themselves grabbing their arm.

“Uh…yes?” Villain asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Hero blushed in embarrassment.

“Um… I have some old movies on DVD… if you weren’t doing anything after this…”

Villain smiled knowingly.

“Because,” Hero added quickly, “I’m still injured, someone should probably keep an eye on me so I don’t aggravate the wounds, and-”

A peck on the cheek shut Hero up straight away.

“Took you long enough, gumshoe,” Villain said.

Villain set the bag down, closed the window, and swept Hero up into a bridal carry. Hero yelped.

“Villain! Put me down!”

“You’re still injured, you said so yourself,” Villain said, “where’s your living room?”

A huff from Hero and some directions later, and the crime-fighter was nodding off on Villain’s shoulder to some fantasy movie. Villain kissed Hero on the crown of their head. Mission accomplished.

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A celebratory fic snippet

So last night I hit 1000 followers, which is a bit wild, and I honestly have no idea what you’re all doing here, but thanks! 

I’ve been thinking for a while about what to do for the occasion. I’m not very good at prompts and I don’t have a fic prepared, but, I thought I might tell you all a bit about my WIP, which I’ve been keeping quiet about.

I haven’t posted much fic recently, but that’s because I’ve been rewriting roughly 45,000 words of this beast. I’ve been working on this thing since August, I really love it, and I’m so excited to finally share it with you all. Sadly, at ten chapters in, it’s only about half done. But now I’m concentrating on it full time I hope things will speed up.

It’s currently called Moramortia (fondly known as Sick Scorpius), and it’s set during Albus and Scorpius’s seventh year at Hogwarts. 

Scorpius isn’t on the Hogwarts Express at the start of seventh year, and Albus discovers that he’s become very ill over the summer. Determined to find out what’s wrong with him and how to make him better, Albus starts doing some research, and discovers Moramortia, a fatal illness with just one cure. Together, Albus and Scorpius (with some help from Rose) set out on an adventure to find the ingredients to make the potion that will hopefully save Scorpius’s life… 

I hope this fic will have something for everyone. Scorbus fluff, Scorose friendship, Malfoy and Potter family feels, plenty of angst. Drama, adventure, and visits to everywhere from Godric’s Hollow, to Malfoy Manor, to the Chamber of Secrets. 

Under the cut is a little taster of the first 1500 words.

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Scorpius isn’t on the Hogwarts Express at the start of seventh year. This would be alarming in itself, but coupled with the fact Albus has heard nothing from him in weeks, it’s downright terrifying. 

Albus waits in their usual compartment for half an hour, pacing up and down between the seats. He sticks his head out of the window to try and peer across the smoky platform towards the barrier, but he doesn’t see anything. There’s no sign of him in the corridor either, no flash of white-blond hair among the jostling crowd. It’s weird because Scorpius is usually so eager to get to school. He’s the first one on the train every year. Albus would have expected him to buzzing with excitement for their final year, but there’s no sign of him anywhere. 

When the train sets off and he still hasn’t appeared, Albus goes in search of Rose. If Scorpius is anywhere he’ll be with her, or maybe with the other Prefects.

He squeezes his way down the crowded corridors and finally finds her at the opposite end of the train, telling off a couple of fifth year Hufflepuffs for littering in their compartment. When she spots Albus coming she gives them a final stern look and promises to report them to Professor Sprout if she finds any more mess. Then she slams the compartment door shut and turns to Albus.

“Where’s Scorpius?” She asks. “He wasn’t in the Prefects’ carriage but he should have been, since he’s Head Boy. Is he hiding down the other end of the train with you?" 

Albus stares at her. "You mean… you haven’t seen him?" 

She shakes her head. "No, of course not.” She swishes her robes round herself and stands up tall. “I would have expected him to be more responsible. You’ll have to go back and tell him that he has duties, and if he continues to shirk them I will-”

“I haven’t seen him either,” Albus says.

Rose freezes. “Excuse me?" 

"None of his stuff is in our usual carriage. I didn’t spot him on the platform. I thought he’d be up here with you, but…” he swallows. “Do you think he missed the train? Have you heard from him at all?" 

She shakes her head, frowning. "I haven’t had anything from him. Not a letter all summer. But I thought he’d have written to you…" 

Albus looks over his shoulder, checking the crowded corridor for any sign of a tall, skinny, flailing figure. There’s nothing. "Not for weeks.” He looks back at Rose. “I went on holiday with Mum and Dad and Lily, and when we got back he just stopped writing to me…" 

Rose folds her arms and gives him a look. "Did you two have another fight?" 

Albus shrugs, feeling completely lost. "If we did it wasn’t one I knew about. Anyway, Scorpius doesn’t stop writing when we fight. He writes even more, whole essays about how much he hates me. It’s like his brain won’t shut up." 

Rose unfolds her arms with a desperate flourish. "Well… Maybe he’s on holiday!”

Albus sighs. “It’s the first day of school, Rose. It’s the first day of seventh year. Of course he’s not on holiday." 

"Just a suggestion,” she says, a note of defensiveness in her voice. She looks out of the window, staring over the passing houses, like she’s hoping to find the answer written in the sky. “Maybe he’s ill,” she says.

Albus snorts. “He’d have to be pretty ill not to come to school. He loves it here. I think even if he was dying he’d find a way to drag himself here." 

Rose adjusts her Head Girl badge and frowns off into space. "What about his dad? Maybe something’s wrong with his dad. Has your dad mentioned anything? He’s friends with Draco.”

Albus shakes his head. “Nothing…”

“Well, maybe you should write to him and check." 

Albus nods thoughtfully. "That’s a good idea… maybe I’ll go and do that now. I’ll see if he’s in any of the compartments on the way. You never know, he might have had a sugar crash and fallen asleep in one of them or something.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Rose says. “Anyway, I’m going to go and yell at those third years who nearly set their compartment on fire earlier. I mean really, letting off fireworks on a train. How stupid do you have to be?” She sets off, then stops dead and looks back at Albus. “Do you want me to come and find you later? I can help with the letter if you want." 

"I think I’m capable of writing my own letter,” Albus snaps. He hadn’t intended to sound so short tempered, but he can’t help it. 

Rose holds her hands up. “Just offering. You don’t have to get all touchy about it." 

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Sorry. I’m not touchy. Just worried." 

Rose puts a hand on his shoulder. "I’m sure he’s okay." 

Albus meets her eyes. "I really hope so.”

He sends his letter out that afternoon, then spends a lonely night stuck at the end of the Slytherin table without his best friend. The Sorting feels dull, and the Feast is tasteless since there’s no Scorpius to enjoy them with. It’s like all the life and colour has been sucked out of the world. 

The worst part of the evening comes when he goes up to the dormitory and has to try and sleep beside Scorpius’s empty bed. He tosses and turns all night, wondering and worrying, and getting very little sleep. It’s a relief to get up and go to breakfast next morning. 

Thankfully, his dad’s reply comes while he’s sitting there picking at his bacon. He nearly knocks over his goblet of pumpkin juice in his eagerness to untie the letter. Wiggles, the family snowy owl, hoots indignantly at him, and he strokes her head and feeds her a bit of toast crust to make up for his over-excitement. Once he’s freed the letter from her leg he glances up at Rose and waves her over. She glances around then dashes across the hall to sit in Scorpius’s empty seat.

“You know we’re not supposed to switch tables at meals,” she hisses, ducking her head and looking up at the staff table to see if she’s been spotted. “We’re setting a bad example to the kids.”

“Whatever,” Albus says. “We’re seventh years. The rules don’t apply to us anymore.”

“That’s not even a little bit-” She breaks off at Albus’s look and tuts. “Fine. Show me this letter." 

Albus shoves the cornflake bowl and toast rack out of the way and smooths the letter out on the table between them. 

Albus,

Glad to hear the train ride was okay. I know Professor McGonagall was a bit worried about all those high winds around the border. 

I agree it seems a little odd Scorpius wasn’t there, and no, I haven’t heard from Draco in a few weeks, not since we got back from France. I’ll keep an eye out for him at work and if I hear anything I’ll write. Hopefully they’ll turn up soon! 

Good luck with the term. I’m sure you’ll be excellent. Are you planning to take the advanced Apparition lessons if they’re offered? It’ll give you a great head start for Auror training. I wish I’d had chance to take them. 

Constant vigilance, and keep in touch (at least let us know you’re alive this term, your mum was really worried last year when you didn’t write).

Love,

Dad 

"So Draco’s missing too?” Albus says, glancing across the table at Rose. 

She sighs and folds her arms, leaning on the tabletop. “Now you’re going to worry more, aren’t you?" 

Albus stares down at the letter again. "Of course I am. What if someone’s kidnapped them? What if… What if Delphi or someone broke out of Azkaban and kidnapped them?”

Rose tuts. “Do you have to be so dramatic? They’re probably fine, Albus. And no one’s broken out of Azkaban in years.”

“But what if-”

Rose shakes her head and taps a finger on the table. “Speculating is just going to make you even more crazy. Let’s just assume everything’s fine for now-”

“Which it isn’t-”

“And then,” Rose continues forcefully, “we can reassess when we get more information in the future. Okay?”

Albus looks at her, takes a deep breath, and nods. “Okay." 

He doesn’t feel like assuming everything is fine. He feels like his whole world has been turned upside down. He’s only been at Hogwarts once before without Scorpius and it had been hell then, too. The sooner Scorpius comes back, the better. 

"Good,” Rose says. She reaches out for the toast rack and pushes it toward Albus. “Now stop stressing and eat something. It’s our first day of seventh year classes! We have to be on top form." 

Albus picks up a piece of toast and takes a bite of it. "I’m not sure I’ve got a top form,” he says, through his dry mouthful of crumbs.

Rose rolls her eyes at him. 

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