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kiss-my-azkaban · 9 months

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A Cursed Child Theory: Albus was sorted into Slytherin because Scorpius was.

HEAR ME OUT OKAY!!

The facts:

The sorting hat will take your wishes into account if you feel strongly enough

Albus felt very strongly about not wanting to be in Slytherin

The hat wasn't sure at first: "He puts his hat on ALBUS’s head – and this time he seems to take longer – almost like he too is confused."

So why was he sorted into Slytherin?

Because Scorpius was sorted into Slytherin, and Scorpius asked him if he wanted to be called Al or Albus.

We know our boy hates people calling him Al.

We know he feels an intense pressure to be who his family wants him to be.

Scorpius' first instinct was to ask him what he wanted to be called. In Albus' eyes, Scorpius was the first person in his life to put his wishes first. PLUS, we can only assume that after the scene cuts the two had the time of their little lives chatting on that train journey.

So when Scorpius was sorted into Slytherin, a little subconscious part of Albus' brain went "if he's in Slytherin, it's okay if I am too" and that's why the hat decided Slytherin.

In the first alternate universe (in the original script) he's in Gryffindor. Why? There's no Rose to force him to try and make a friend on the train, therefore no meeting with Scorpius, therefore he gets put in Gryffindor because Slytherin now has no redeeming qualities to him.

Scorpius' kind lil soul is the reason Albus Potter was put in Slytherin.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

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blue--ingenue · 3 days

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the soft little smiles they save for each other 😭😭😭

#the cursed child #cursed child #albus severus potter #albus potter #scorpius malfoy #scorpius hyperion malfoy #scorbus #hpcc #scorpius malfoy x albus potter

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fcking-potter · 9 months

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I was 16 years old when the cursed child was released. Since then, Albus and Scorpius have been a very important part of my life. Back then I could only dream about flying to London to watch the play. It just wasn't possible. But earlier this year my mom and I went to New York City and she made my dream come true. We went to Broadway to see the play and it was, without a doubt, one of the happiest days of my life. And the cherry on top was that Scorbus is now canon! My 16-year-old self would have died to see that day lol. I wish everyone could go and see the play at least once. I love theater and I love Scorbus <3

#scorpius malfoy #scorbus #albus severus potter #scorpius malfoy x albus potter #harry potter and the cursed child #fuck jkr

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hunsix1 · 23 days

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I am making a scorbus book with Albus and his wacky adventures and this is how it is going..is it good??

It would’ve been better to pretend to be ill. At least that’s what he was thinking right now, walking in the train station filled with muggles, talking and whistles blaring around in his ears. He had honestly thought to run away before he could be taken to the station. Maybe a fainting fancy from Uncle George? But he didn’t have time to. In fact all of the plans he had made would’ve gone wrong so there was no point.

He had dreaded the day of going to the school. Maybe it was the lies James had told him? Or maybe the fact he could be sorted into a different house. Whatever it was he wished he wasn’t here. It would be the first year of Hogwarts, and the first year of trying to fit in. He thought it would be easy because James got in so well but he had his doubts when he remembered Aunt Hermione saying he suited Slytherin more when he was a kid. His mum had told him after that the family would still love him no matter what house he was in. He cried the whole day and only stopped when he was offered food.

Thinking about only made it worse now. He was already on Platform 9 3/4, crowds of witches and wizards hugging their kids and some even giving them stuffies and candies. Albus would be a liar if he didn’t believe it was magical, but it struck up more nerves than ever.

“Isn’t Hermione supposed to be here, Gin?” His father asked his mum.

“Yes, but we have time Harry, it’s why we got up so early.” Ginny smiled at Harry and kissed his cheek.

Albus didn’t know whether to do a disgusted groan or puke on sight from nerves and disgust. Honestly he didn’t know how to feel all together. It was the plan for years, ever since Teddy went to hogwarts, the families would meet up and have a small get-together while their kids were preparing for Hogwarts. Albus was unsure if he was preparing or planning his death once he got there. His parents had bought him a diary since it was his first year at Hogwarts (they gave James a pair of new shoes since he burned his old ones) and Albus was planning on using it, especially on the train. Maybe he could write about how awful his first year would be, complain about friends and subjects, and write about his death in a poetic way.

The squeals of his family brought him back into the actual time. Mum was hugging Aunt Hermione while Dad and Uncle Ron were talking, James was talking with Hugo about Quidditch, and Rose Granger-Weasley, the best cousin he could ask for, was looking as nervous as Albus was.

“Hello Albus.” Rose had waved at him.

“Rose Weasley-Granger!”

Rose shoved his arm and rolled her eyes. The nickname was a way to make her mad but it was an inside joke between the cousins.

“How are you feeling?” Rose questioned while she brushed off dust from her cardigan.

“Nervous- scared. Sick.” Albus shrugged.

He didn’t know what else to say, and he was being completely honest.

#scorbus #scorpius malfoy x albus potter #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #hogwarts x reader #draco lucius malfoy #hermione granger #ron weasley #james potter #lily potter #albus potter #scorpius malfoy #astoria malfoy

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rewritingcanon · 2 months

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Magic Hour by tuesday_piracy

Rating: T

Pairing: Albus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy

Summary: Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy live very different lives from one another, but when time and fate gets intertwined and tangled, they find themselves magically swapping bodies and on a journey to meet each other for the first time. Meanwhile, a star approaches.

Tags: Soulmate AU, Body Swapping, Your Name AU, Not Canon-Compliant, Light Fluff, Light Humour, Light Angst etc

(Start Chapter 1)

Chapter 22: “As Scorpius looked over to him, he found himself trying to memorise everything about Albus’ face. The sharp curve of his lips, the smattering of freckles conglomerated around his left brow, the dark, curled lashes that framed his eyes, the lines that shadowed his mouth and the way it would slightly stretch to the left before blooming into a full-blown grin, because of course Albus smiled somewhat crookedly. Of course.”

Chapter 23: “This person was a phantom limb. This person was the feeling you’ve been here before, knowing this was the first time coming here. This person was a singular change in the wind and suddenly you were flung back years to when you were a child, and a memory you had thought you dreamed came rushing back to you leaving you wondering if it was real after all. If you had simply just forgotten.”

Chapter 24: “The world watched the comet’s unexpected twin in wonder, spiralling towards them with an aggressive atrocity. Its streak across the sky was almost violent, like butterflying the atmosphere open, a jagged knife scarring a steel surface.

In the dark blackness from the West, they awed. In the pale blue daylight from the East, they awed. In the mere hours between light and dark, where the sun dipped in the horizon and everything was an infinite palate of warmth, they awed.

And they wondered what it meant for them.”

#triple update bcuz i keep forgetting to do this #whoops #scorbus #harry potter #hp #scorpius malfoy #cursed child #scorpius malfoy x albus potter #hpcc #albus severus potter #scorbus fanfiction #scorbus fic #hp nextgen #hp next gen #my fics #rewriting

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pls-let-me-out · 11 months

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Once upon a time, the planets and the fates

And all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room

At the same time

The first time Albus saw Scorpius Malfoy was in the Slytherin common room. Contrary to popular belief, Albus didn’t notice Scorpius in the Great Hall. Scorpius was just another stray boy there, much as Albus had been.

People looked curiously at the two boys, sons of two great nemesis. And then Scorpius smiled, and held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “I think we’ll be great friends.”

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Of a chain reaction of countermoves

To assess the equation of you

Checkmate, I couldn't lose

From then on, the two boys were inseparable. Fast forward to Seventh grade, and Albus realised the feelings he held for his best friend weren’t as easy as he would have liked them to be. There was something hidden, that he’d done his best to ignore for years, something red and forbidden, an invisible string between the two of them. And he knew that if given the possibility, Scorpius would feel it, too. It was a game Albus couldn’t lose.

What if I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me?

I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

It took Albus two weeks to come up with a plan, and another four to put it in practice. He’d needed the dormitory to be free, and had sat in the darkness with only a robe on his hips for longer than he cared to admit. Finally, the door opened, and Scorpius entered.

The thing about Scorpius was that he was so pale, especially in comparison to Albus, that his passions were clear as day on his face. When he took Albus’ almost naked form in, Scorpius turned completely red and stuttered an apology.

“It’s quite alright,” Albus said. “It’s normal between mates, isn’t it? Quite weird we haven’t seen more of each other in the past years, actually. How is it you’ve always avoided me?”

And then Albus faked a laugh, in which Scorpius joined in, a bit too late, a bit too quietly.

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine

It was all by design

'Cause I'm a mastermind

“No, I’m - I’ve avoided it,” Scorpius finally said, after a beat of silence. “I realise now, I’ve always avoided seeing you like this. Because… I don’t know why, actually.”

Albus hummed. “You don’t?” In a heartbeat, Albus was across the room. “You sure you don’t know?”

There were only a few centimetres between their chest. A weird contrast, Scorpius still in his uniform and Albus half-naked.

Did Scorpius see Albus’ fastened heartbeat, the same way Albus felt Scorpius’ breath on his own lips?

“I don’t know,” Scorpius mumbled. “Do you?”

Albus smiled.

You see, all the wisest women

Had to do it this way

'Cause we were born to be the pawn

In every lover's game

“Yes, I think I do,” Albus said.

It was Scorpius who leaned in first for the kiss.

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

Strategy sets the scene for the tale

I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails

It was the best kiss of Albus’ life, the only one he cared to remember in fifty years from then. Right that moment it was clear to him, every thing he went through to reach that moment, it was all worth it.

“You planned it?” Scorpius asked later on, when they stopped to breathe.

Albus smiled, and leaned in again.

What if I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me, I knew I wanted your body?

I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

“What if I told you I planned everything?” Albus asked later that night, when they’d sneaked out of the dorm and into the Astronomy Tower.

Scorpius smiled.

And now you're mine

It was all my design

'Cause I'm a mastermind

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid

So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

To make them love me and make it seem effortless

“Nobody wanted to talk to me in Slytherin,” Albus said. “Nobody but you. You were my first friend, and the only one I care to keep forever.”

“Their loss,” Scorpius replied. “Nobody wanted me either. We’re good now. Thanks to you.”

This this the first time I've felt the need to confess

And I swear

I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care

“You’re the one I care about most in the world,” Albus continued. “I think I’ve always known about that. Do you know how crazy I am for you?”

So I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk

On your face, you knew the entire time

You knew that I'm a mastermind

And now you're mine

Yeah, all you did was smile

'Cause I'm a mastermind

“I know. I’ve always known.”

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swiftiereg · 2 months

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Me reading Golden Era or New Gen fics and Regulus Black is mentioned for 0.5 seconds in a single sentence:

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #pandora lovegood #slytherin skittles #sirius black #james x regulus #golden era #harry potter #new generation #harry potter new generation #draco malfoy #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter #drarry #scorbus

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fcking-potter · 1 year

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So yesterday I went to see HPCC at the Lyric Theater and you guys! I didn't know scorbus was lowkey canon now!!

#scorbus #scorpius malfoy x albus potter #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter

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all-too-random · 7 months

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Albus would totally name his kids those silly little contellation/star names. Not bc he's trying to keep Scorpius' family tradition or anything (although that is a plus), just bc he wants to spite Harry.

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pls-let-me-out · 8 months

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It’s the first time Albus hears Scorpius’ voice in almost three years, and he risks skidding the car against a wall. It’s not just the surprise of hearing his ex-best friend’s voice in so long, but the fact that he hears it on a radio.

I walked through the door with you

The air was cold

But something about it felt like home somehow

And I, left my scarf there at your sister’s house

And you've still got it in your drawer even now

“Well, he was always talented,” Albus will later tell his parents, when they ask him whether he knew or not that Scorpius was trying to make it big as a singer.

“I told you he got a contract with that agency,” Lily says.

She’s a journalist, so she’s always one step above everybody else. Even now, she’s already written an article about how Scorpius is making it big on her blog.

Albus just hums in response. What is he supposed to say? He’s certain he’ll never see Scorpius again. At least he is until Scorpius shows up at his doorstep, two years later.

The thing about Scorpius and Albus, is that they used to be inseparable. Their parents - despite the work rivalry between Harry and Draco, as they worked in different firms - had had to accept it, even embrace it. When Albus threw a tantrum, the promise to bribe him was “If you do this, we’ll organise you a playdate with Scorpius”, and the same went for Scorpius. Although, of course, he was much more dignified in his tantrum, as he was a Malfoy, or so his father always said.

Scorpius was there to listen to Albus through his parents’ time of crisis in their marriage, until they started going to therapy together to work things out. And in exchange, Albus was there listening to Scorpius as he talked about how he wished he’d known his mother, even just a little bit, before she’d passed.

So Albus knew everything about Scorpius and Scorpius knew everything about Albus. Things between them were simple, or so they seemed.

Now, years later, Albus can confidently say there’s nothing between them. And that’s because Scorpius made sure of it. So, really, after breaking his heart, Scorpius can fuck off.

That is before Scorpius shows up unannounced at his doorstep.

“Hello, Miss Potter,” Scorpius tells Ginny, who’s answered the door. “Is Albus home?”

And by God, isn’t this scenery a familiar one? How many times have Albus and Scorpius showed up at each other’s house and asked each other’s parents if the other was home? And how many times were they told “No, but come on in!” because that was just the relationship they had with each other, how close they were? God, Albus could cry. Actually, he really might. His eyes are burning.

So Albus sniffs, and places himself behind his mother.

“Are you looking for me?” He asks, to which he already knows the answer.

Scorpius, if possible, is even more beautiful in person than on the magazines covers. He has these lush icy-white hair, the Malfoy’s high cheekbones and his mother’s earnest eyes. But Albus always thought his real beauty was within. Was he wrong in that aspect, too?

Scorpius blushes. He’s wearing mittens and a hat, that pushes his hair into a fringe. “Yes,” he croaks out. “I mean, yes. If you have a minute to talk?”

Albus nods, and steps over his mother. He ignores Scorpius and Ginny telling each other goodbye, Ginny asking Scorpius to come over for dinner, one of these days. Albus doesn’t want Scorpius over for dinner. He wants to pack Scorpius into a box and hide him from the world, but he also never wants to see the other ever again.

Albus sits on the swing on the porch, Scorpius making himself small next to him.

“So, what brings you back?” Albus asks.

Scorpius takes off his hat, then puts it on again. “I’m shooting a documentary,” he replies, going straight to the point. “I was wondering whether you might want to participate. You’d get paid, of course.”

Albus snorts. Of course. “I don’t need your money, Scorp.”

Scorpius looks down at his shoes. “Sorry.”

Albus might not have as many money as Scorpius does, but he’s well off. He has chosen a degree in Literature, he’s teaching at the town’s high school, but he receives something from his father’s firm each month as a silent associate, the same as Lily.

“I just wanted to give you an incentive,” Scorpius says. “Because I’d really like for you to take part.”

Albus shakes his head. “Why? We haven’t talked in years. I’m sure you have someone else to ask.”

Scorpius shakes his head in returns, but it’s true. They haven’t seen each other in years, spoken in almost as long. They’d tried to keep in contact at first, but then Scorpius had started answering less and less, until six months passed before he replied to Albus’ How are you? And Albus knew he’d lost him.

“But they’re not you,” Scorpius finally says. “They don’t know me the way you do. You’ve been with me since before I became famous, you can actually tell people what I’m like. Please.”

Albus shakes his head again. “I’m not good in front of a camera. It makes me nervous.”

“I’ll be there with you. Just promise me you’ll think about it.”

Albus sighs. But the thing is, he can never say no to Scorpius. So he already knows, even as he nods to say Yes, I’ll think about it, he already knows he’ll say yes.

A song is playing as Albus enters Scorpius’ childhood home, where they’ll shoot his scenes.

Time, mystical time

Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

Ohh

Albus knows it well. He always thought it would fit well into his and Scorpius’ relationship, if they’d ever had one. Wouldn’t it just be so pretty to think there is an invisible string tying Scorpius to Albus, however far Scorpius travels? Something warm blooms in Albus, and he does his best to make it lie down, otherwise he’ll go crazy.

“Albus, dearest!”

Albus turns, only to see Narcissa Malfoy walking towards him with open arms. He opens his arms in response, and she hugs him, kissing both his cheeks. He hasn’t seen her in a while, the last time was when she’d decided to venture into the supermarket.

“How are you?” She asks him, then continues before he can reply. “God, how you’ve grown. You’re a handsome, young man now. Nothing like the scrawny kid who ran around with his hand in Scorpius’.”

“Alright, grandma, you’ve greeted him,” Scorpius says.

Albus hasn’t heard him arrive, but he manages not to jump out of his skin. As grandma and grandson bicker, Albus takes the chance to look around. There are members of a crew coming and going from the living room, while Draco Malfoy himself is waving goodbye to his mother and son, leaving through the front door with an expensive-looking leather bag and the car keys. He nods in Albus’ direction.

“Do you want something to drink?” Scorpius asks Albus, bringing him back to reality.

Narcissa is going to the kitchen, leaving them alone. Alone in a house filled with cameras, as Albus is reminded when a picture of them is snapped.

Albus blinks, spots of light from the flash still in his vision. “No, no, thank you. I’m okay.”

Scorpius nods. “Are you nervous?”

“No, no. I mean, a little bit.”

Scorpius’ face breaks out in a smile, and something in Albus’ chest swells. “You have nothing to worry about. It’s all easy questions.”

Albus nods, but he doesn’t believe Scorpius. Which question about Scorpius has ever had an easy answer? And then, when he’s placed on an uncomfortable stool under the bright lights, it’s an even worse setting.

He swallows around a dry throat.

“So, who are you?” Is the first question.

Easy. Or so he thinks. “I’m Albus Potter. I’m, er, I’ve been mates with Scorpius since childhood.”

Since childhood, God that’s a really long time, isn’t it? Is everybody going to read Albus’ secret off his face the moment they see him? Scorpius has millions of fans, and most of them will be watching.

Well, too late to back out.

“What is your favourite memory of Scorpius?”

Albus smiles. It comes easily to mind. “Once in middle school. Our parents didn’t like us being friends, because they work in the same field and are work enemies, which makes them sound really childish, and that’s probably the truth. Anyway, I was speaking five-thousand words per-minute as I usually do, I was saying something about how apples are overrated and pears are better, and Scorp just stood and left for a moment. When he came back, he had two pears. And I really found it charming, though he still won’t tell me where he found those pears.”

Albus chuckles, and he can see Scorpius doing the same behind the camera. Seeing Scorpius there relaxes him a bit, he must admit.

“How would you say Scorpius was as a person when he was younger?”

Albus thinks about all the things he’s read on the magazines, how he cannot quite believe any of those, even without Lily wrinkling her nose at the fake news.

“I would say he’s always been the same. You can read what he’s thinking on his face, despite him trying to cover up everything. He’s earnest, he’s always been.”

Scorpius is blushing, Albus can see it well beyond the lights and the cameras. If he tries to, will Albus still be able to read him?

“What does music mean to him?”

Albus thinks about it for a moment. “Everything. Making music matters more than anything else to him.”

He can’t quite keep the accusation out of his tone. Music is the reason he left me, Albus wants to scream. Without music, we would still be together. But he can’t say that, he’s not so pathetic.

“Good. We’re done.”

Albus stands to leave, and he doesn’t stop until he’s reached the front door. It took less time than he anticipated, but he still needs to get home. He has papers to grade, thank God, or he would be stuck thinking about Scorpius. Scorpius Scorpius Scorpius his brain seems to scream.

“Albus!”

And there the object of his thoughts appears, running after him like they are in a movie. Scorpius even wrote a song, called just that. If This Was a Movie. What does it say again? Something along the lines of If this was a movie you’d be here by now. God, how pathetic is it that Albus knows each lyric of Scorpius by heart?

Albus turns, trying to put on a smile. “Yes? I think I’ll get going now. I have a lot of things to do, you know. Grading papers and… and other things. You know how it is.”

Scorpius nods slowly. It’s written all over his face how he doesn’t believe Albus one bit, he lets him off the hook. “Of course. No, I get it. You’re very busy.”

Albus nods. “Right.”

He already has his hand wrapped around the doorknob.

“I’ll just go then.”

And he does that.

Harry leans on the doorframe to Albus’ room. Albus takes one look at his father, then away. He can’t look anybody in the eyes at the moment. He feels too humiliated, and he doesn’t even know why.

“I saved you some pizza,” Harry says. “I don’t know how long it’ll last, I left it in the kitchen unsupervised, and James is, well, James. He’ll eat anything he can get his hands on.”

Albus hums. “Thanks, Dad, but I’m not hungry.”

Harry tuts. He comes into the door, and closes the door behind himself. Albus catches a glimpse of his mother, heading from the bathroom to their bedroom, all the while sending a worried glance towards him. Again, he looks away.

“You haven’t taken Scorpius’ return very well,” Harry says, dragging the chair at the desk to the front of Albus’ bed, where he’s currently laying.

“It’s not that,” Albus says, in a tone that clearly expresses how much it is. “I mean… it’s just been hard. All these memories, and I thought I was over it.”

Harry hums. “You know, I think you should talk to Scorpius about it. It might help, if you go over the reason he left together.”

Albus shakes his head. He feels too much like a child for a man of twenty-five years old. “I don’t want to.”

Harry sighs. “Sometimes the things we don’t want are the ones that will help us most. Think about it.”

So it’s gonna be forever

Or it’s gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it’s over

If the high was worth the pain

Albus shakes his head. Of course, of course, even at the supermarket they’re listening to Scorpius Malfoy. Who wouldn’t? He’s the personification of a perfect singer. Not just for his voice, but his life as well, devoted to his fans in a way not many celebrities manage. If he ever had a boyfriend, where would he fit in the picture?

Albus shakes his head again. It’s not time to think about it.

His kart stops, and it takes Albus a moment to realise it’s because it has crashed against someone else’s. When he looks up, it’s Scorpius’ eyes staring back at him. Scorpius stunned face, next to Narcissa’s smiling one.

“Albus, dearest!” She says, going in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “What a surprise to bump into you here, of all places!”

Albus chuckles. “I’m more surprised to see you here. I thought you said you’d never return.”

“Desperate times,” she replies cryptically. “And with my darling Scorpius here, I want to make sure only the best is picked for him.”

Scorpius’ whole face goes red. “Grandma!”

Narcissa just laughs her grandchild’s desperation off. “And you, darling Albus? What brings you here?”

Albus points to the carrots in his cart. “My brother needs those for his morning shake, otherwise he bit- otherwise I cannot stand him.”

Narcissa shoots him a disapproving glance, while Scorpius chuckles.

“You should tell more about that,” Narcissa suddenly says, her face lit up by a smile. “And about your life. At dinner, tonight. Seven pm, don’t be late.”

She squeezes Albus’ shoulder, then she moves on, before he can find an excuse to not show up. Scorpius looks after her, resembling a lost child.

“Sorry about her,” he says. “You don’t have to show up.”

Albus shrugs his shoulder. He thinks about saying he won’t, really finding an excuse, but as much as it pains him to say, it’s something he’s been missing. He misses dinners at the Malfoy’s, Draco’s quiet presence and Narcissa’s chiding. She’s always felt like a grandmother to him, much like Molly is.

“Scorpius!” Narcissa calls, and Scorpius goes running.

Albus is left alone at the store.

Midnight

You come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh

It's been a while since I have even heard from you (heard from you)

Scorpius’ song plays on as Albus drives over to the Malfoy Manor. Scorpius is always played on the radio, but lately it seems he’s everywhere all at once, and Albus doesn’t know what to think of it. It pains him, that much he can admit.

He knocks on the door, then gives Narcissa the flowers he’s brought and the wine to Draco.

“I always forget you’re old enough to drink,” Draco mutters to himself.

Albus gives a small smile, looking around at the entrance. Scorpius isn’t here yet.

“He’s just upstairs,” Narcissa says. “If he doesn’t come down, I’ll go tell him to hurry up.” She winks, which isn’t at all like her, and at the same time it is, then goes to find a vase.

Albus, without anything better to do, goes to the living room. He knows where it is by heart, he could find his way through the Malfoy Manor blindsided. He takes a look at the photos on the walls, and is surprised to find himself in some of them.

“Grandma put them on just today,” Scorpius says.

Albus hasn’t heard him coming in. He hums. When he turns, he finds his breath taken. Scorpius is wearing a black jumper over a light green shirt, and trousers with bits of silver in them.

“You look good,” Albus says, before thinking better of it. He coughs. “I mean, well. You look well, like you’re doing well.”

Scorpius gives a small smile. “Thanks. I am.”

They stay in silence for a moment, before Scorpius gets closer at points out one of the pictures, depicting Albus and Scorpius as they play outside in the snow.

“We took that one at your house, I’m not sure how my grandma got her hands on it,” Scorpius says. “Do you remember that day?”

I remember your lips being red because of the cold, your cheeks rosy. And I remember you took my hand to point out where I should put the carrot on the snowman, and I had goosebumps for days.

“Kind of,” is what Albus says. “Do you?”

“Of course. I remember every day we’ve ever spent together.”

Scorpius is incapable of lying. Whatever he feels is always on his face, and even if that wasn’t true, he has no qualms over speaking his mind. It makes Albus shrink on himself, feeling as little as an ant.

“That’s a lot of days to remember, then,” Albus says.

Scorpius laughs, putting his hands in his pockets. He has nice teeth, despite the front one being a little crooked, and Albus should really stop staring at his mouth.

“They are,” Scorpius says. “But-”

“Dinner is ready!” Narcissa announces, coming in the living room.

Albus turns with a smile. Every nerve has eased. He has nothing to fear, he feels just as home in the Malfoy Manor as he does in his own house.

Scorpius takes Albus’ wrist. “We should talk. Later.”

And with that, Scorpius leaves to the dining room. Without a choice, Albus follows helplessly.

Dinner goes by slowly. Draco talks a bit about his job, without saying anything too specific, because he knows Harry will ask every detail later on to Albus. Narcissa talks about the ladies she takes her tea with, and how she’s seen a piece of jewellery that is just too pretty, and wouldn’t it be fun if my grandson gifted it to me? But she also tells Scorpius to save, because one never knows what will happen in the future. Then, she asks a fateful question to Albus.

“Albus, dearest,” she says, in a voice that’s dripping honey. “Are you still dating that girl? What was her name… Laurel?”

“Laura,” Scorpius corrects her, but he’s grown stiff in his movements.

Draco sends Scorpius a worried glance, then an hateful one to Albus.

Albus shrinks on himself. “No, we… uh, we broke up. Just a little after Scorpius left, actually.”

“You didn’t tell me,” Scorpius says, regaining some power over himself, some composure.

Albus shrugs. “You didn’t ask.”

Scorpius snorts. “Right. Because I needed to ask you.”

Albus tightens his hold on the fork, until his knuckles turn white. “Can we talk about this later?”

Scorpius huffs, but he doesn’t bother going on with the subject. He turns back to his food, and Albus tries to do the same, despite the eyes of the two older Malfoys on him.

“What about work, dear?” Narcissa asks, going for a safer subject.

Albus takes a breath of relief.

The rest of the dinner goes smoothly, and Albus almost forgets about his small argument with Scorpius, at least until it’s midnight, and Albus is about to go home.

“Can we talk now?” Scorpius asks, when they are alone in the entrance. He has already retrieved his coat, so Albus knows he won’t take no for an answer.

“Of course,” Albus replies, leading the way to his car.

They sit alone for a moment. Albus turns on the engine, and starts driving around. He doesn’t have a place to go, he just doesn’t want to do whatever they are about to do in front of Scorpius’ house.

“Have you had any girl after Laura?” Scorpius asks, stubbornly watching the road.

Albus exhales through his teeth. “Does it matter?”

“I don’t know. Did they matter?”

Albus thinks about it for a moment. “One of them did. She meant a lot to me.”

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

“What did you write My Tears Ricochet about?” Albus asks.

Scorpius sighs. “I’ve felt for a long time that there were too many memories here. So I could go anywhere I want, just not home. I’ve been everywhere in the world in the last few years, but I missed being here. I missed you, Albus Severus.”

Albus Severus. Never just Albus, never just Al. Once, Albus asked him why. “Because I see all of you, not just a side,” Scorpius had replied.

“So why did you stop replying to my messages?” Albus asks, then pulls over to an empty parking lot. He leaves the car turned on, otherwise they’d freeze to death in there.

“Because it hurt too much,” Scorpius replies. “It hurt knowing I’d left you here with Laura.”

Albus swallows. “I never understood why you hate her so much.”

“Don’t be a liar. You know.”

“Then why did you leave?”

Scorpius’ voice breaks as he replies. “Because I couldn’t stay and watch you with her knowing I loved you, Albus Severus. Still do, never stopped.”

“Then why didn’t you come back, in all this time?”

“Because I love you, and you see me as your best friend.”

Albus’ heart breaks a little. He puts his hand over Scorpius.

“I don’t know when, so don’t ask me, because I won’t have an answer. And I don’t know how to string pretty words together to sound romantic and passionate. I just know that, somewhere along the way, I’ve fallen for you, Scorp. And if you’d asked my opinion once over the last five years, I would have gladly told you.”

To that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, we're burned for better

I vowed I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

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