Albus Severus Potter and Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy have entered their fifth year of Hogwarts...
The Connection (HP Next Generation)
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The Truth: Scorpius lays it all bare, but he's worried the risk could lead to Albus and Rose becoming distant, and the secret possibly leaking to the school. Scorpius was already in an uphill battle with his reputation as the grandson of a Death Eater. The ability to invade minds wouldn't help his case much.
Scorpius paused, well aware that he was making it blatantly obvious something was up. He looked from Albus' green eyes to Roses' brown eyes; he found himself unable to even conjure up a lie. Scorpius sighed, pulling down the shade on the compartment door; and he told them everything, to the fullest detail. The night he woke up. The two days in St. Mungos, where he lay alternately sedated and sleeping, or writhing in agony as the voices seemed to nearly split apart his skull. He reached into his trunk and showed them the vial of the viscous blue potion he was to take every morning. To their credit they listened intently, casting no apparent judgement, only showing concern for their friend. When Scorpius was finally finished with his story, there was a pregnant pause.
"Do... do they think you'll be able to keep it under control?" Albus broke the silence, his voice tentative. Scorpius chose his words carefully.
"It'll take training, years of it, before I can fully take myself off of the potion." He carefully left out the fact that the Healers said that him taking control of the ability was highly unlikely, in any case.
"And they believe you were just born with it?" Rose now asked, vocalizing what Scorpius had been feeling about the whole situation. Something like this doesn't normally just pop up, fifteen years into ones' life. As Scorpius considered his reply, the train began to slow to a stop.
"I think something's going on." He said simply. "Something that the healers and my dad aren't telling me."
"Why would they lie to you?" Rose asked him.
"I don't know." Scorpius said simply, and it was true. Of course he didn't know why; as far as he knew, his dad had never really lied to him.
At last the train came to a complete stop. The sound of compartment doors opening came in loudly, as the trio collected their trunks. Scorpius was blindsided by Albus flinging his arms around him suddenly.
"Oh, Scorpius! Here I am complaining about my summer- and you've had a hell of a time! I'm so sorry mate." Albus said in one long exhale. Scorpius caught Rose's amused eyes over Albus' shoulder, and he rolled his eyes.
"Hey, it's okay Albus. Really, I'm fine. As long as I'm taking the potion, I'll have it under control." Scorpius said, patting Albus on the back reassuringly. Albus snuffed, then pulled back, straightening out his robes.
"Right. Good. We'll be here for you of course." Albus said in a voice that he had purposefully deepened. Scorpius smiled, and was about to reply when there was a commotion outside. Albus clambered for the door, wand drawn; Scorpius brought his hand closer to the wand in his pocket, not drawing it, while Rose looked ready to rage.
The taller Albus blocked Scorpius' view; he managed to slip around him to see what the cause of the commotion was. Scorpius saw the hulking form of Goyle Jr., nose bloodied, face red as he stood across from James, whose lip was split. Their wands were pointed at the other; Goyle's lackeys nearly cowered behind their leader.
"James!" Albus yelled, approaching his brother. Scorpius kept his eye on James; Albus' older brother was shaking with rage, a peculiar glint in his eye. "James, what the hell are you doing?"
As Scorpius further surveyed the situation, he was suddenly pushed to the side by an unprecedented force; he heard Rose yelling mightily. Scorpius gathered his balance. Before he could even consider attempting to try and placate the situation, he felt as though he was being submerged into cold water.
'Oh no.' He thought to himself, screwing his eyes shut; but the torrent of voices didn't come. Instead, he could only hear whispered words.
"Silence."
"Strike to kill."
"The Killing Curse ought to do, Potter."
"His father is responsible for the death of your father's best friend, Goyle."
As soon as it had started, Albus felt the coldness leave him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Goyle Jr. and his cronies walking away, as James stormed out of the train with his trunk in tow, Rose looking scandalized. Albus was looking at Scorpius with a concerned look on his face.
"Scorp? Everything okay?" He asked, his voice small; Scorpius nodded, slightly distracted. Those voices....
He and Albus collected their trunks and made their way out of the train; Hagrid waved merrily at them, and Scorpius could only half-heartedly return the wave. Albus kept quiet in their walk, but Scorpius could almost feel his concern overtaking him. Maybe even he could. Scorpius could see Rose, still looking quite angry, as she climbed into a carriage with Conor Finnigan-Thomas and Louis Weasley. Albus started walking in that direction, but Scorpius saw James getting into a carriage by himself. Scorpius considered for a moment; just what had those voices been?
[] Scorpius goes to James - There aren't a whole lot of options to what those voices could've been. Scorpius needs to ask James about what went down.
[] Scorpius sticks with Albus - He can relate what happened with the others. Five heads are better than one, especially in a matter like this. Scorpius needs to be careful about his next move.
Scorpius paused, well aware that he was making it blatantly obvious something was up. He looked from Albus' green eyes to Roses' brown eyes; he found himself unable to even conjure up a lie. Scorpius sighed, pulling down the shade on the compartment door; and he told them everything, to the fullest detail. The night he woke up. The two days in St. Mungos, where he lay alternately sedated and sleeping, or writhing in agony as the voices seemed to nearly split apart his skull. He reached into his trunk and showed them the vial of the viscous blue potion he was to take every morning. To their credit they listened intently, casting no apparent judgement, only showing concern for their friend. When Scorpius was finally finished with his story, there was a pregnant pause.
"Do... do they think you'll be able to keep it under control?" Albus broke the silence, his voice tentative. Scorpius chose his words carefully.
"It'll take training, years of it, before I can fully take myself off of the potion." He carefully left out the fact that the Healers said that him taking control of the ability was highly unlikely, in any case.
"And they believe you were just born with it?" Rose now asked, vocalizing what Scorpius had been feeling about the whole situation. Something like this doesn't normally just pop up, fifteen years into ones' life. As Scorpius considered his reply, the train began to slow to a stop.
"I think something's going on." He said simply. "Something that the healers and my dad aren't telling me."
"Why would they lie to you?" Rose asked him.
"I don't know." Scorpius said simply, and it was true. Of course he didn't know why; as far as he knew, his dad had never really lied to him.
At last the train came to a complete stop. The sound of compartment doors opening came in loudly, as the trio collected their trunks. Scorpius was blindsided by Albus flinging his arms around him suddenly.
"Oh, Scorpius! Here I am complaining about my summer- and you've had a hell of a time! I'm so sorry mate." Albus said in one long exhale. Scorpius caught Rose's amused eyes over Albus' shoulder, and he rolled his eyes.
"Hey, it's okay Albus. Really, I'm fine. As long as I'm taking the potion, I'll have it under control." Scorpius said, patting Albus on the back reassuringly. Albus snuffed, then pulled back, straightening out his robes.
"Right. Good. We'll be here for you of course." Albus said in a voice that he had purposefully deepened. Scorpius smiled, and was about to reply when there was a commotion outside. Albus clambered for the door, wand drawn; Scorpius brought his hand closer to the wand in his pocket, not drawing it, while Rose looked ready to rage.
The taller Albus blocked Scorpius' view; he managed to slip around him to see what the cause of the commotion was. Scorpius saw the hulking form of Goyle Jr., nose bloodied, face red as he stood across from James, whose lip was split. Their wands were pointed at the other; Goyle's lackeys nearly cowered behind their leader.
"James!" Albus yelled, approaching his brother. Scorpius kept his eye on James; Albus' older brother was shaking with rage, a peculiar glint in his eye. "James, what the hell are you doing?"
As Scorpius further surveyed the situation, he was suddenly pushed to the side by an unprecedented force; he heard Rose yelling mightily. Scorpius gathered his balance. Before he could even consider attempting to try and placate the situation, he felt as though he was being submerged into cold water.
'Oh no.' He thought to himself, screwing his eyes shut; but the torrent of voices didn't come. Instead, he could only hear whispered words.
"Silence."
"Strike to kill."
"The Killing Curse ought to do, Potter."
"His father is responsible for the death of your father's best friend, Goyle."
As soon as it had started, Albus felt the coldness leave him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Goyle Jr. and his cronies walking away, as James stormed out of the train with his trunk in tow, Rose looking scandalized. Albus was looking at Scorpius with a concerned look on his face.
"Scorp? Everything okay?" He asked, his voice small; Scorpius nodded, slightly distracted. Those voices....
He and Albus collected their trunks and made their way out of the train; Hagrid waved merrily at them, and Scorpius could only half-heartedly return the wave. Albus kept quiet in their walk, but Scorpius could almost feel his concern overtaking him. Maybe even he could. Scorpius could see Rose, still looking quite angry, as she climbed into a carriage with Conor Finnigan-Thomas and Louis Weasley. Albus started walking in that direction, but Scorpius saw James getting into a carriage by himself. Scorpius considered for a moment; just what had those voices been?
[] Scorpius goes to James - There aren't a whole lot of options to what those voices could've been. Scorpius needs to ask James about what went down.
[] Scorpius sticks with Albus - He can relate what happened with the others. Five heads are better than one, especially in a matter like this. Scorpius needs to be careful about his next move.
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