#scorpius enjoys standing on it and kissing the top of his boyfriend's head when albus is sulking

[ohscorbus]

Here are some young Albus headcanons because underneath all that teen angst, this kid is all kinds of fluffy.

*whispers* “Gin…Gin!….GINNY”. She walks into their living room to find Harry sat on the sofa and Albus holding onto his dad’s knee while he looks down at his little legs like he can’t quite believe they’re keeping him up right. The only warning Ginny gets is a quick ‘watch this’ before Harry picks up a handful of Albus’s toys and scatters them in every direction. Harry stops her before she can tell him off for making a mess and wordlessly points at their son as his only explanation. The two of them then silently watch Albus slowly hobble around the room retrieving all the items. One by one, he places them back on the floor in front of Harry and soon enough, there’s a pile again by his feet. Harry cheers as he scoops him up and onto his knee, and turns back to Ginny with a face full of pride. Or at least it was until he saw her face. “You taught our son… how to play… fetch?” It was his party piece for the entirety of his younger years. Then it just became an Albus thing. He’s without a doubt the tidiest in the Potter household.

Albus took his role as big brother very seriously. Harry and Ginny would frequently find him curled up (and often fast asleep) in the armchair in her nursery. He liked to make sure her blanket always covered her properly, he provided kisses whenever she cried, and he loved reading her stories. Technically he couldn’t read yet but he would make stories up from the picture books his Aunt brought him. Sometimes his dad would join in too. Those were the best stories.

He was rather fond of ‘aggressive’ and spontaneous hugs. He’d run head first at your legs and cling on for dear life. Obviously this became a problem once he reached a certain height and his dad was not prepared. The jokes about The Boy Who Lived being taken down by a two year old were endless.

Uncle Ron is babysitting ‘hanging out’ with four year old Albus one day. The two go for ice cream but on their way they pass another shop. Albus immediately stops and smushes his face and hands against the glass, completely mesmerised about something. Ron can’t get him to budge for anything. People are starting to stare… So Ron caves and walks them both inside. When Harry picks him up later on, he finds Albus perched on the edge of the sofa, little legs dangling off the edge as he happily swings his brand new orange wellington boots back and forward. He quickly became very attached. Literally. He sleeps in them, or at least goes to bed in them. Harry and Ginny take them off once he’s fast asleep. They blame it on a rogue house elf when Albus questions how they end up clean and on the floor every morning. Or that one time they went ‘missing’. (If you don’t think he started to leave the house elf little notes and drawings inside his right boot by the way then you’re wrong.) He even showered in them a few times. Harry tried to explain why he shouldn’t but it was a waste of time because, and I quote, it “feels funny” when they fill up with water. How is Harry ever suppose to say no to his son when he’s giggling like that? Ginny is going to kill Ron.

Albus had numerous pairs of mittens. They were always attached with string that threaded through the arms of his jacket. He loved them. (Still does if he’s honest.) Even if James would frequently tie him to things. (That hasn’t changed either.)

He was the most prone to accidental magic out of the three Potter kids. One particular sore point were his hand-me-downs. James would enjoy pointing out which of Albus’s clothes originally belonged to him. It was innocent at first and Albus actually thought it was kinda cool to be wearing his big brother’s favourite jumper. But as he got older it really started to get to him and that’s when James used it to tease him. One particularly bad morning, every jumper Ginny tried to pull over Albus’s head kept getting smaller and smaller until they would have only fit a gnome. It breaks Harry’s heart when he realises what’s happening. He takes him out shopping that afternoon. Just the two of them.

Albus got a treehouse not long after the hand-me-downs incident, and he loved it. He felt like it was truly his, you know? Although if Harry and Ginny thought James was reckless, Albus’s lack of fear when it came to heights took their worrying to a whole new level. Harry spent many afternoons teaching him how to use the ladder but despite numerous demonstrations and bribes, Albus still preferred to jump.

Lastly, there was a small blue stepping stool with his name on (so James couldn’t steal it) and it could always be found in kitchen, with young Albus stood on top of it as he helped his dad with the cooking. It’s how he learnt his colours (”Could I have the... red one, please Al!”) and practised counting (”We need four apples, want to help me count?”). Oh and I say ‘was’, it’s actually still there. He resents having to use it to reach the top shelf of the cupboards but at least he isn’t stupid enough to do it in front of James ‘all the growth spurt genes’ Potter.

#albus severus potter #albus potter #harry potter #potter family #ginny weasley #text post #mypost #so many headcanons so little time #there's a bunch of stories I have in my head that build on every single one of these #like... harry packing the blue step without telling albus when he and scorpius move in together #scorpius enjoys standing on it and kissing the top of his boyfriend's head when albus is sulking #or that time harry and ginny thought they'd lost albus when he was missing one morning but nope - he'd rolled under lily's cot in his sleep #also! james tying albus's mittens to scorpius without either of them realising and using a sticking charm #(they get the last laugh when he ties it to scorpius's belt loop - albus has no problem keeping his hand on his boyfriend's ass haha) #then there's albus showing scorpius his treehouse for the first time #('you want me to what now???' 'jump! like this...' 'albus!!!!') #aaaanyway this is all another post for another time #(sorry these are weirdly specific - I do have more general baby albus headcanons!)

[stitchsgravebattle]

harry potter headcannons and such

- scorpius malfoy is a ravenclaw

- harry’s lightning scar is crackly and runs all over his face, it doesn’t look like an emoji, it’s art

- harry potter would be beautiful with indian heritage

- hermione as a young, intelligent black girl

- harry would’ve done well in slytherin

- draco malfoy was the last person to realize he was obsessed and infatuated with harry potter

- it was around sixth year

- harry was entirely oblivious to how he thought about draco (think simon snow)

- scorpius had a slight crush on albus potter because he looked up to him

- rose was friends with scorpius because they’re both as intelligent as hermione and draco were

- charlie and percy both had/ve boyfriends

- you can’t have seven kids and none of them be gay jesus molly

- blaise zabini kissed ron on a dare

- pansy called hermione granger hot on more than one occasion several really

- luna cheered on ginny at every quidditch game and had a jersey with her name on it

- harry denfinitely had a crush on cedric diggory and constantly is kept awake by his loss

- draco malfoy speaks fluent french

- he’s also has a soft spot for cats

- harry will find any blond with light eyes and fair skin incredibly attractive

- harry gave draco back his old wand after the war

- remus and sirius dated for years leading up to sirius’ imprisonment

- dudley has a magical daughter

- hermione and ron adopted a ginger cat before rose and hugo came along

- luna lovegood just loves people and refuses to place any labels upon herself

- ginny is a hardcore lesbian, big top energy

- blaise married a hufflepuff boy who was either in the same grade as him or one/two below

- harry grows a beard

- he later becomes the DADA professor after nagging from mcgonagall and neville because he’s done fighting, as aurors do, and wants to teach kids how to protect themselves like he did in DA

- he also missed the food at Hogwarts

- draco gave into being the potions professor a few years earlier

- which may have swayed harry’s decision slightly

- harry’s owl is the lightest gold, nearly white, turns his head up at everything and will only settle for the best

- draco’s owl is dark light midnight and loves to socialize

- draco is an attention whore

- hermione owns a book shop next to WWW but it’s not her job, jut a hobby really and another place to call home

- harry learned to enjoy cooking when he was able to make things for himself and those he loved instead of under servitude

- harry is claustrophobic due to torturous years in the cupboard under the stairs

- ron fucking ADORES kids

- he becomes a stay at home dad and constantly watches his family/friends’ kids while they’re on date night

- draco loves muggle concerts and fashion and coffee (especially starbucks because it’s emerald green, harry)

- harry is a b i s e x u a l icon

- harry refuses to ever be headmaster

- harry likes to walk into Professor Malfoy’s classes and just stand at the back, arms crossed, smiling lovingly

- he also likes to fly down paper cranes with cutesy notes and prank malfoy just a little

- all the students love them together

- draco once made harry a flower crown without magic

- harry has the dried up flowers pressed between some pages of a book

- harry and draco have silver rings because gold is just too goddamn gryffindor

- draco owns plenty of expensive muggle sunglasses,

#harry potter au #harry potter #harry potter headcanon #harry potter hc #drarry #draco x harry #harry x draco

[littlerose13writes]

The Albus Laws

This is a ‘deleted’ scene from my fic Sweeter Than Fiction :) thanks to @australianslytherin for the suggestion!

Scorpius fondly glanced over at where Albus was lying in the grass on his back with a Transfiguration textbook balanced over his face and his hands in his lap. He breathed evenly and the pages fluttered slightly.

“Remember when we promised our parents that us spending time together over Easter wouldn’t interfere with OWL revision?” Scorpius said loudly.

Albus made a noise of complaint. “I’m revising! Ask me anything!” His voice was muffled from beneath the textbook.

“Okay, what is the third principal exception to Gamp’s elemental law of Transfiguration,” Scorpius challenged.

There was a pause and then Albus sat up, pushing the book from his face and frowning at Scorpius. “Is that the one about not being able to conjure food into existence?”

“Incorrect, that’s Gamp’s first principal exception.”

“One of the exceptions,” Albus waved a hand casually and sat up next to Scorpius. “How come this Gamp gets to make his own laws anyway? I’m going to make a set of laws, the Albus Laws.”

Scorpius snorted. “What are the Albus Laws?”

Albus thought for a second. “Albus’ first law: all life things will not start until at least midday so we can all get enough sleep. Albus’ second law: exams are not allowed to exist, neither is revision. Albus’ third law: Scorpius Malfoy has to kiss me right now.”

He laughed. “The third law is oddly specific, might be difficult for most people to follow as you’re the only one here right now.”

“It’s a law, Scorpius.” Albus raised his eyebrows in mock offence. Scorpius grinned and leaned over to kiss him. Albus’ expression was soft. “Are you okay?”

Scorpius didn’t say anything and played with some blades of grass, running his fingers through them. “Yeah. You know what it’s like.”

Albus nodded. “I know. I used to go straight to bed after my therapy sessions, it was easier to think everything through. Are you sure you want to revise?”

“Very sure,” Scorpius insisted. “We focus more on clearing my mind of unwanted thoughts so the busier I am, the better. It makes it easier.”

“You’re having unwanted thoughts?” Albus asked in concern.

“Not that I’m thinking about bad things,” Scorpius assured him hurriedly. “But all thoughts are unwanted when you’re trying for a clear mind. It’s what I do when I’m feeling anxious.”

“How do you clear them?”

“You let them exist but instead of dwelling on them you just… let them float past.” Scorpius waved his hand to indicate a thought floating past. “You recognise they exist, but don’t let them take over.”

“You tell him, Scorp.” A voice interrupted their conversation and Lily strolled on over, placing herself down in between Albus and Scorpius and looking like she’d just woken up from the most relaxing dream. Her face was so calm and peaceful, her eyes were drifting shut, but her back was straight and her legs crossed beneath her. “Hi.”

“Hello, Lily,” Scorpius greeted kindly.

“I thought you were at Luna’s?” Albus said, stretching his legs out in front of him.

“I was,” Lily said softly. “But now I’m back.” She sighed dreamily.

“Explains why you’re all… Luna-y,” Albus surveyed her.

Lily was wearing pale pink and grey sportswear and her long, red hair was tied into a bun with a string of rosebuds threaded around it. She brought with her an interesting but pleasant scent, sort of earthy and flowery all at the same time.

“Your conversation sounded interesting,” Lily commented, ignoring Albus’ words. “What were you talking about?”

Albus glanced at Scorpius hurriedly. “Er, Scorpius read this book about-“

“It’s okay,” Scorpius interrupted shooting Albus a reassuring look. “We were talking about something my therapist has been teaching me.”

Lily reacted to the idea of Scorpius seeing a therapist the same way she might have reacted to him telling her he’d bought an ice cream that morning. “It sounded like yoga.”

“It’s not yoga, it’s a technique to recognise but not acknowledge your thoughts.”

Lily nodded. “That’s what I do when I practise yoga, Luna taught me. You tune everything out until the only thing left to focus on is your breath and your body. Then you can assign movements to your breath. It’s very calming. Have you ever tried?”

Scorpius shook his head.

Lily’s dreamy expression sharpened slightly and her bright eyes snapped over to Scorpius. “Oh please can I teach you some? Please, oh please, Scorpius! You might find it really helpful! Please!”

By the end of this monologue, she was holding onto his forearm in excitement.

Albus frowned at his sister. “Lil, Scorpius might not want to.”

“Can we just try? Please?”

Scorpius couldn’t see a reason why he should say no to Lily. “I don’t have to be really flexible, do I?”

Lily shook her head. “Not at all! Albus has done it before, haven’t you?”

Albus reluctantly nodded. “Once or twice, and I was rubbish. But look, I can touch my toes now!” He reached forward and just skimmed his toes with his fingertips, looking very pleased with himself. “Quidditch helps.”

Lily smiled proudly. “Well done, Al.” She turned back to Scorpius. “So, what do you think, Scorp? I think you’ll like it! Al, you can come too. Don’t want to separate you lovebirds.”

And that was how, later that morning, Scorpius found himself sat on a blue yoga mat in the Potters’ garden behind Lily, who was on her own pink mat, and beside Albus whose mat was green. Albus had found a ladybird in the grass and was watching it run over his palm in fascination.

Lily cleared her throat. “First, we’re going to sit with our feet together and start to tune into our breathing.”

Albus pretended to concentrate hard for a second. “Yep, not dead, I’m breathing.”

Lily gave him a withering look. “Notice the way it feels as your lungs fill and your chest expands. Feel the breath leave you.”

Following Lily’s words, Scorpius fell into a pleasant rhythm of deep breathing. His eyes drifted shut and he enjoyed the relaxing feeling of sitting here breathing deeply as Lily’s soothing voice washed over him. She talked them through something called a three part breath, which they did together for a bit. Scorpius glanced across at Albus to see him looking just as peaceful as Scorpius felt, his eyes closed and his expression relaxed.

“Let’s just do this and then the lying down part,” Albus sighed into the quiet.

Lily ignored him. “Now we can attach some movements to our breathing. Keep the same rhythm, and just start to gently move into a table top position. From there, move forward, tuck your toes and come into wand position.”

Somehow, Lily had fluidly gone through a series of motions and ended up in a different pose entirely. Scorpius stared at her in confusion, still in the table top position. Beside him, Albus messily manoeuvred himself to copy Lily; Scorpius hastily did the same.

“Hold your wand,” Lily said and it took Scorpius a second to remember the pose was called wand and he didn’t need to actually draw his wand for this. “Lower slowly to the mat and push up into a basilisk.”

“Shouldn’t we ask it first?” Albus snorted at his own joke, in an approximation of what Lily was doing.

Scorpius had never been more aware of just how much limb he seemed to own as he copied Lily’s movements. He was upside down in what she called a downward crup and through his own legs he could see Albus trying to scratch his nose with his own shoulder.

“Step or float your feet to your hands,” Lily commanded casually.

“My what to my where?” Albus was incredulous, his voice muffled from where he was still upside down.

“Your feet to your hands,” Lily repeated, “so you can stand up.”

“Well just say that then,” Albus sighed.

Scorpius was feeling incredibly relaxed and was thoroughly enjoying himself, which was more than could be said for Albus, who was clearly bored of the whole thing already.

When he asked Lily for a third time when they could do the lying down relaxing part, she huffed and grabbed Scorpius’ hand and started pulling him away. “Come on, Scorp. Let’s finish this on our own.”

“No, I’m sorry, I’ll be good!” Albus chuckled and Lily gave in.

True to his word, he didn’t say anything else until Lily had finished and told them both to lie on their backs.

“This is the best bit,” Albus said gleefully.

Fifteen minutes later and feeling more relaxed than he could ever remember being, Scorpius was quick to ask Lily when they could do it again. She was ecstatic that he’d liked it and promised they could do it as often as he wanted. It turned into a daily thing, every morning for the rest of Scorpius’ stay at the Potters’ - early, so well before Albus was awake. But Scorpius grew to love coming back from the garden feeling all relaxed and wholesome to climb into bed beside his boyfriend and cuddle him until he woke up.

#scorbus #scorpius malfoy #albus Severus potter #lily Lyn potter #swf bonus scenes #sweeter Than fiction #cursed child #ccsquad #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #scorbus do yoga

[theraredreamer]

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: I Am My Brother’s Keeper (Part 4 of 4)

By: @rarity-kasket

3k words, rated G

Being the son of Harry Potter isn’t easy and being the brother of James Sirius “Golden Boy” Potter doesn’t make it any better. However, as obnoxious as his brother can be, Albus wouldn’t trade him for the world. When Albus accidentally stumbles upon a secret, it threatens to break apart his already complicated and messy relationship with James.

@abradystrix and @autumn-of-ilvermorny, thank you, thank you, and thank you! Your insightful feedback really helped shaped this story, and for that, I cannot express how grateful I am for you two! You’re both so lovely.

For everyone who read, liked, commented, and reblogged, thank you for joining the journey! You’re awesome! Enjoy!

Please click for Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Sunday evening, Spring 2025

The evening does not go well. After their non-existent Sunday dinner, things goes from bad to even worse. Scorpius barely utters a word to him after they arrive home together.

“Scorpius…” Albus says as he watches the blond loosen his tie. He doesn't know why Scorpius insists on being so formal at these dinners.

“Scorpius…”  

Scorpius properly ignores him.

“ Scorpius please--”

Scorpius is shaking his head silently. He slips the tie from around his neck. His eyes barely meet Albus's. “I don't even know what to say to you…”

“I lost it for a second. I mean, you heard what James said--”

“You don't pay evil with evil, Albus. You pay it with kindness.”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Say nothing. Turn the other cheek. Be mature.” Scorpius replies. “Do you realize that you’ve probably lost James's trust tonight?  No, he’s not perfect, and yes, he said awful, hurtful things tonight.”

Scorpius looks up to the ceiling as he formulates his next train of thought.

“I get it. It hurts, coming from James. Albus, I--I just wish that you saw yourself the way that I see you. Clever. Thoughtful. Resilient. You’re not perfect, but I think you're brilliant. Maybe if you thought of yourself that way, you wouldn't see yourself as any less than Harry or Ginny or Lily or James. Maybe tonight wouldn't have been such a disaster. I wish that you--you knew how amazing you really are.”

Scorpius’s kindness painfully twists and knots inside of him, worse than any cruel words or powerful hex.

“Scorpius--”

“I’m going to bed,” Scorpius says quietly before he retreats to his room.

Albus is left alone.

The present, Spring 2025

Albus is astonished to find Rose waiting for him in the quad after classes. He doesn't know why she would be here, but when she spots him in the crowd, she smiles and waves Albus over.

“What are you doing here?” Albus jogs over to her, and Rose’s smile slips easily.

“Well, hello to you Albus,” she huffs.

“You surprised me is all--not that I’m not excited to see you. I just…”

Rose raises a hand to silence him.

“Relax, Albus,”

“Seriously, why are you here?”

“Can't I be friendly and stop by?”

“No.”  

Rose sighs before she leads them over to a bench on the campus quad. She waits for Albus to sit before she speaks.

“I'm worried about you. Well, James and you…”  

Albus's shoulders sag as he groans in response. “Why am I not surprised that the news has spread quickly?”

“Albus, you should know better. There are no secrets in the Weasley family.”

Right.

Albus can think of a secret that a specific someone has been keeping the Weasleys in the dark about.

“My mother says that the argument was quite awful.” Rose continues quietly.  

“Yeah,” he responds. He doesn't know what to say. He couldn't possibly confide in Rose, nothing stays secret in their family long. Then James would really hate him.

As irrational as James is being about this, Albus did something awful by risking James’s secret. He’s probably lost most, if not all, of James’s trust. To top it off, Scorpius is avoiding him.

“You know, you can talk to me about it.” Rose offers.

Not really.

“I just don't feel like talking about James right now.”

“Okay.”

For a second, Albus is surprised by how easily she lets the subject drop.

“So let's talk about something else.” She suggests.  

Albus looks at her strangely.

“Like what?”

“Scorpius.”

She grins at him coyly.

“No.”

“Albus--”

“Definitely not.”

“But--”

“I refuse to chat with you about my feelings for Scorpius like a pair of gossiping school girls.”

“So you do have feelings for Scorpius?” She asks.

Checkmate.

Albus feels his cheeks burn hot. He looks away from Rose.

“I refuse to answer that.”

“Why not?”

“How would you feel about me asking about Yann?” Albus asks.

Rose’s smile quickly fades.

“My point, exactly,” Albus says.

The two sit in an awful and long silence before Rose says, “You know how I told you that there are no secrets in the Weasley family?”

Albus nods.

“Well, I lied.” She says, sinking a little into the bench.

“You did?”

“Yeah. I’m…” Rose sighs deeply before looking up to the sky as if the rest of her sentence would be up there, flapping in the wind. “I'm not like most people.”

Albus looks around them. “Of course you're not like most people, Rose--you’re the fiercest witch that I have ever known. The greatest Chaser of our generation--”

Rose stops him.

“No. That's not what I meant--” Rose sighs and shakes her head.

“I haven't told anyone this. It's hard to explain to others.” Albus doesn't know the words to comfort her. He doesn't trust himself with words.

You don't have to say anything. Just be there for them.

Albus reaches across and takes Rose’s hand in his own and squeezes gently.

“I’m asexual.” Rose quietly admits.

“Asexual?”

Rose nods.

“That's why I make up all of those excuses. It’s easier that way. Instead of people looking at you like you’re broken or something.”

“Why would people think that? I don't understand why--”

“Sex, Albus. Sex.” It dawns on Albus, and suddenly he feels like he is the wrong person to be having this conversation with Rose. His cheeks grow warm.

“Oh. Um… do you even like Yann? Not um, sexually. Obviously, but…”

Rose laughs. “Yes. I like him, a lot.”

“Why should it matter if you're asexual then? If want to be with him, then be with him. It should be that simple.”

“Because,” she pauses. “People break up over sex. There will be a day when he’ll want to take that step with me, Albus. I don't want to face the disappointment and humiliation. It's better to spare myself the heartbreak. “

“That’s stupid!” Albus says sharply.

“Excuse me!”

“That's stupid. And unfair.”

“Unfair?”

“You never gave him a chance. Yann is a big boy, and he can decide for himself what type of relationship he wants to be in. You’re making this decision for him without even talking to him first. If he cares about you, I think he would understand, and you two would make it work and I don't know--fall in love. You’ll never know until you talk to him.”

Rose scrutinizes him for a long moment before bursting into laughter. Albus doesn't get it.

“Did I say something funny?”

“If only you actually took your own advice.”

Albus furrows his brows as thinks about what could Rose possibly mean by--

Oh.

Albus abruptly stands up much to Rose’s surprise.

“I have to go.”

“Where?”  Rose asks.

“I have to… take my own advice.”

Rose smiles before standing up too.  Unexpectedly, she pulls Albus in a tight hug.  

“What was that for?” He asks, looking at her with surprise and wonder when she pulls away.

“For listening. It was the first time I ever told anyone. Now,” she says, “go.” Rose gives him a good push in the right direction.

Saying that you’re going to woo someone is a lot easier than actually wooing said person. Albus loses all courage when he sees Scorpius reading quietly at the kitchen table as sunlight pours in from their window and casts a soft halo around him,

“You’re studying?” Albus asks tentatively from the kitchen threshold. Scorpius shakes his head.

“Just reading,” Scorpius says curtly, not lifting his eyes from his book.

A part of Albus knows how much Scorpius hates to be disturbed from reading, but Albus doesn’t know how much more he can take of Scorpius not speaking to him.

Albus swallows thickly. Now. He has to tell him now.

Merlin’s beard, where does he start? What words does he say? He could really use James’s advice right now. His brother would know exactly what to say--

You don’t have to say anything.

Albus sighs.

Now or never.

Okay, that’s a little dramatic.

Now or lose all his resolve.

Striding over to their table, Albus gently presses Scorpius’s book close.

“I was reading--”

Albus takes Scorpius’s face into his hands and kisses him. His mouth writes an unspoken love letter across Scorpius’s lips. Paragraphs and paragraphs of adoration. Run-on sentences of desire. Messy scrawlings of ‘I love you’.

When Scorpius kisses him back, it feels like the first stroke of color on a blank canvas. Exhilarating. His heart thrums with excitement, and he’s afraid that it might burst inside his chest from over-exertion. Scorpius’s hands are in his hair as his mouth presses hungrily against his own. His lips are softer than any fantasy that Albus could have conjured up, and his face is warm from where the sunlight has bathed him. Albus imagines this must be what falling in love feels like.

He is more than content to stay like this all day, kissing Scorpius and letting himself be kissed by Scorpius, but there is this silly little thing called air.

When they pull away, they are both flushed and panting. The room is silent except for the quiet sounds of their breathing.

“How did you know?” Scorpius asks quietly, his eyes darting around the room. “Was I that obvious?”

“Know what?” Albus asks.

“Oh.” Scorpius breathes before drawing his gaze back to Albus

Scorpius’s face grows rosier before he stands. This time, it is Scorpius who takes Albus’s face in his hands and kisses him. It is a brief press of the lips. Scorpius lingers when he pulls away, and Albus feels dizzy with happiness.

“Um, so does this make us…” Albus trails off.

“Boyfriends?” Scorpius asks, and Albus nods. “Would you like that--”

“Yes!” Albus exclaims, and he feels embarrassed by how eager he sounds. Scorpius is supposed to be the geek, not him. “Um, yeah..” He says a little more casually.

Scorpius laughs. Oh, Albus has missed that laugh. It’s been too long since he has heard it.

“I hate not talking to you.” Albus says softly.

“I hate not talking to you either. There’s just so much that I’ve wanted to tell you. So much has happened, and I couldn’t talk to the only person that I wanted to.”

“Scorpius, I made a mess of everything.”

“Well, you’re fixing it. That’s what counts.”  

“I have to talk to James,” Albus says before finds the courage to quickly kiss Scorpius again.

“When I get back, you’ll tell me everything, right?”

Scorpius smiles. His smile is all dopey and warm and bright. It makes Albus want to kiss him again.

“Yeah, I’ll wait for you.”

He’s not even sure that James will be there when he floos to his flat. For all Albus knows, he could be working late at the Auror Department. Lucky for Albus, James is standing by the doorway, looking surprised as Albus steps out of the fireplace.

Albus doesn't let his brother get a word in.

“I don't care if Teddy and you are together. It’s never bothered me, okay? I don't care as long as you're happy, as long as Teddy makes you happy. I did a terrible thing by almost betraying your secret to Dad. I was hurt. I--I don't know, I’m used to people saying things like that about me. For the most part, I brush it off. I just didn't expect it to come from you. Still, I  shouldn't have-- I’m sorry.”

James takes time to process this all. Seconds tick by like hours waiting for him to respond.

“I should apologize too. That was a low blow. I don't think you're a dark smudge on the Potter legacy.”

“You don't?”

“No, I said it because I knew that it would hurt you. I was…”

“Scared. That I would think less of you.”

James looks surprised that Albus guesses correctly before nodding.

“Yeah.”

“I would have been okay with it, I am okay with it.”

“I just… panicked when I saw you. I’m not as perfect as you think, Albus. I have flaws, lots of them. I have problems. Not like the ones that Dad or you had to face, but things still bother me. I know what people think of me: the easy-going 'Golden Boy’. And sometimes, that pressure is a lot to live up to. It feels like I would be letting people down if they were to know that Teddy and I…”

“You don't have anything to be ashamed of--”

“I'm sure that's not how other people or the newspaper would see it. Teddy is our godbrother.” James says, walking over to the sofa before sitting down.  Albus sits next to him.

“Yeah, well, who cares about them? Our dad is one of the most influential wizards in the world. Our mum has the meanest Bat-Bogey Hex. Then there’s Lily, and Merlin’s beard, no one wants to get in a fight with Lily.”

“She’s terrifying.” James agrees.

“And you have me. I’m not that impressive, but I’m here.”

James smiles.

“You’re more impressive than you give yourself credit for, and you're braver than you think, Al. Maybe there is a little Gryffindor in there.”

“I hope not.” Albus grins.

Silence settles over them before James speaks again.

“Mostly, I’m afraid of what Mum and Dad would think.”

Albus cannot predict how his parents will act.

“I know that they will always love you, and they would want you to be happy. Teddy makes you happy. Do you love him?” Albus asks.

He observes as the tips of James’s ears turn a scarlet hue. Looking down at his lap,  a small smile tugs on his brother's lips. His eyes glimmer with something warm and affectionate.

“Yeah, I love him.”

Albus smiles.

“You’re absolutely vomit-inducing to watch right now.”

James laughs.

“Falling in love does that to you. You should try it.”

Too late.

There is a lot that he wants to ask James. About love. He doesn't feel that courageous yet. Also, a part of him just really wants to keep Scorpius all to himself for now. He’ll tell James soon,  maybe at the next dinner.

“Do you think you'll tell the others any time soon?” Albus asks quietly, and James shrugs his shoulders.

“One day. I kind of like it the way that it is for now.“ James says before he pauses to think of something. “Hey, Teddy has a meeting to discuss creating a habilitation and study center for magical beasts at Hogwarts. He’s going to be a while. Do you want to go and grab a drink with me?”

Albus thinks of Scorpius back at their flat, reading by the kitchen window.

I’ll wait for you.

“That sounds great. So we're good?” Albus asks, and James throws an arm around his shoulders before tousling Albus's hair. James smiles, and Albus can't help the smile tugging on his own lips.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

Fall 2015

“James,” Albus whispers faintly, his small hands wrapping around James’s shoulder and shaking him slightly. James groans and bats Albus away,  rolling over.

“James,” Albus whispers a little louder before he shakes James harder. Turning his head, James opens one eye and glares half-heartedly at his brother in the darkness.

“Al, it’s late. What are you doing?”

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

“No way!”

“Please?” Albus’s lips puffs up in a little pout as he blinks those wide green eyes at James.

A sigh.

“Fine.” James says quietly before he pulls the blanket back for Albus to climb in. Once they were both settled in the bed, Albus watches James’s eyes slide closed once more. He admires the way that a patch of moonlight illuminates his face in the darkness. He tries to commit the image of James's chest slowly rising and falling to memory. He wants to remember this moment.

“Could you not watch me?” James grumbles into his pillow after a long while.

“I’m sorry.” Albus murmurs. James sighs heavily before he opens his eyes.

“You’re being weird. What’s eating at you?”

“Nothing,” Albus replied quietly, and James tiredly pokes Albus's cheek before yawning.

“You’re a bloody liar.”

“You’re not allowed to use that word.”

“Well, I’m leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow. I’m practically an adult. So that means I can do whatever I want. “

Albus pulls the covers up to his chin, his eyes shifting over to James. He hasn't forgotten. It is all that he can think about. James is leaving tomorrow.

“What do you think Hogwarts will be like?” Albus asks.

James rolls on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Albus copies the action so that their shoulders press together.

“I don’t know. I can’t even begin to imagine. But I’ve been talking to Dad. He says it’ll be the best years of my life, and the people that I meet there will turn out to be the best friends that I will ever have.”

“Friends?” Albus asks quietly, grasping the blankets tightly. There is a terrible sore lump in his throat.

“Yeah. I’m going to make so many friends! You know, personally, I always thought it was kinda lame that Dad only had two friends. Everyone is going to want to be my friend.  Especially once I make Seeker my first year just like Dad-- are you crying?”

Quickly, Albus rolls over on his side, his face turned away from James, embarrassed.

“No.” He says as he wipes his tears on the sleeve of his nightshirt. He feels James pull on his shoulder until Albus rolls onto his back.

“Hey, what’s eating at you?”

Looking up at James’s earnest brown eyes, it all seems to just spill out of him.

“What if you go to Hogwarts and forget all about us?” A few stray tears slip down his cheeks. Albus sniffles before wiping his nose on his sleeve. Albus feels his cheeks flushed with shame.

“Al, I’ll be home on holidays, and soon you’ll be there with me too. How could I possibly forget about you?”

“What if you stop being my friend because you made so many?”

“That’ll never happen. You’ll always be my friend.”

Albus sniffles. “You promise?”

“I promise.” James nods before settling back down into the blankets. His eyes slide close again.

“James?”  

James opens his eyes to look over at Albus, and he doesn’t look annoyed. Instead, he smiles tiredly.

“Yeah?”

“Stay awake until I fall asleep?”

James opens his arms, and Albus snuggles into his side.

“Yeah, sure. That’s what big brothers are for.”

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