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Set the World on Fire	By : jessebarbieheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 3702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of her delicious characters. Though I wish I could, I will never make proffit from this lovely fic. Nor do I own the rights to Fun's song "We Are Young".

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A/N: I feel the need to warn about the depressive nature of this chapter. But I assure you it is all necessary. I won't take up anymore of your time with notes. I just want to say that the song basis is "Hurricane" by 30 Seconds to Mars and I hope you like the chapter.

By the time everyone retired for bed, Draco was still not back. Harry was an absolute wreck, pacing around in their room. Every so often, he stopped to listen for a creak of a stair or closing of a door. But none came. The house was quiet with everyone asleep. The only sound was that of his footsteps back and forth and his labored breathing.

To say he was worried would be a massive understatement. Draco may not have been the most communicative person on the planet, but he would at least warn Harry if he were going to be gone this long. Talking to the minister didn't take nearly a whole day and well into the night. Something had to have gone wrong. And the waiting to find out what was killing him.

Albus stayed with his father well into the night. What he'd said earlier kept ringing in his mind. They did both need each other. They needed to lean on one another. They needed to help each other. This was a time when no one else would understand or care. So he felt his presence was necessary to keep Harry just a little sane until they knew what had actually happened.

Somewhere during the waiting, however, Albus found his eyes betraying him. The lids felt so heavy and sleep seemed so sweet. He was foolish to even fight it. It must have been nearly midnight when he fell prey to slumber.

A few hours passed before he was awoken by Harry's relieved cry. Blearily, he looked out at the room slowly filling with early morning light. He rubbed at his eyes to see a little clearer, head tilted to the side. Harry had his arms thrown around the tall form of Draco near the door. However, the blonde was not returning the hug. He just stood there, stiff and unmoving as Harry burbled out a list of questions.

Frowning, Albus slid down off the bed so as to be hidden. Something was wrong and he felt it was better not to be seen at the moment. Quiet as he could, he slipped under the bed and watched the two men with caution.

"Harry...shut up." Draco's words were low and gravelly as he slowly looked down at his lover. He took measured steps forward, Harry's feet forced to follow his towards the wall.

The smile on Harry's lips faded slightly as they moved, and disappeared altogether when he was slammed against the solid surface. "D...Draco? Are you alright?" His eyes momentarily flicked over towards the bed and looked slightly satisfied by his son's missing body.

"Of course I am, my love." The way Draco spoke gave Albus shivers. He clenched his fists together tightly from where he was, but didn't otherwise move. The sickly tone to the man's voice was a warning to not expose himself. Though he felt he should help his father, something like fear had frozen him where he was.

Gently, Harry reached up to run his fingers over the face he knew almost by heart. There was something hidden in a corner that wasn't right. Something was off and he could tell, but he couldn't place just what. "You, um... Where have you been?" he asked quietly, moving his fingers up to the blonde hair that was so carelessly out of place.

"You ask too many questions." A low growl began in Draco's belly while he leaned in to the man and took a long sniff of his neck. "So...why don't you shut up...and suck my cock, Potter?" Until this moment, Al hadn't realized there was a wand in the man's pale hand. One flick of it had Harry crashing to his knees, looming before the crotch of Draco's dress pants.

Even with the distance between them, Albus could still see the hard swallow Harry took as he stared up at the lean blonde. "Draco...please. It's early in the morning. I haven't slept all night. Can't we just to bed?"

Draco rolled his eyes, grabbing a fist full of the dark hair within his reach. He jerked Harry's face up so they could see eye-to-eye and grinned hauntingly. "I don't think so." With an air of taunting, he pressed a kiss to the man's forehead. He then let go of him with a neck-cracking vengeance. "Isn't that what you love to do, Potter?" he asked, examining his nails with a smirk. "Suck my big, fat cock?"

The two of them had played with domination before. Draco excelled at it, really. But there had always been warning. A safe word. Precautionary steps to ensure they were both on board. So, Harry was a little thrown by this display but his alarm began to fade a little bit. He was just happy to see that Draco was home safe. In his deliriously joyful state of mind, it was even easy to forget that his son was hiding somewhere within the room.

"Yes...," Harry moaned softly, reaching up with skilled fingers to undo the buttons and slide the zipper down. There was a bit of a contented smile on his lips when he pulled the pants down around the man's ankles. And an even fuller one as the briefs followed suit. He was just taking ahold of the slightly swollen member before him when the bone-chilling laughter begun.

Eyes wide and uncertain, he followed the sound after an uncertain look up at Draco. Coming out of the shadows of the hall was a figure built much the same as his partner. A little shorter, a little slighter, but with the same jawline and crop of striking blonde hair. He swallowed hard, eyes flicking to where he'd left his wand on the nightstand.

Too late. The figure had it in his hand before it could be of any use to him.

"You're rather pathetic, aren't you?" Scorpius Malfoy hissed, gingerly sliding the door shut. "The great Harry Potter...felled by a thick cock? Sounds rather...dull for a man of your caliber, doesn't it?" He twirled Harry's wand between his fingers, a dark smirk attached to his pale lips.

With a sigh, Harry looked down at the floor. "What did you do to him?" he asked quietly, his fingers gently caressing Draco's calf.

Scorpius took his time answering, lazily waving his wand around. Draco almost robotically pulled his pants back up and went to stand in the corner like an obedient dog. "I've been using the Imperius Curse since I was about...oh, eleven I suppose. Since I was first allowed a wand." The grin upon his lips made Albus' mouth go dry. It was...gorgeous but behind it laid something scary that he knew couldn't be trusted. "Once mastered, it's rather simple you know. I hardly even have to focus on it anymore."

"Your grandfather must be so proud," Harry spat up at him, pulling himself up off the floor. But another wave of Scorpius' wand and he was held against the wall. He laughed mirthlessly and looked up at the ceiling to gather his wits about him.

Taking his time to answer, the younger Malfoy crossed over to the bed. He sat upon the edge, folding one leg over the other. Albus held his breath, staring at the foot before him. Carefully, he pinched the wand out of his pocket. It was useless if he were to remain under here. But no doubt Scorpius would puppet him around as well. His fingers searched blindly in the dark beneath the mattress, feeling for the familiar, silky fabric. The invisibility cloak was always kept under Harry's bed. It was a safety precaution he had always maintained.

But this wasn't home. And he couldn't be saved that easily.

"My grandfather... Yes, he is rather proud of me. But he wasn't the one to teach me these things. Not at first." Scorpius sighed, standing in one fluid motion and casting a disarming spell at the underside of the bed. Albus' wand flew up into his hand and he smirked triumphantly. "Come out and join us, Albus..." Like he was being dragged out by his arms, Albus flew from underneath the bed towards the wall his father was on. He looked over at him with fearful tears in his eyes. This was the moment. The one he'd been dreading.

"Did you miss me, my love?" Scorpius asked in nothing more than a whisper. He crossed over to the Potters, kneeling down before them. Harry stared back in absolute indignation, angry that he had been tricked so easily.

Albus looked down at the floor, unable to meet those silver pools with his own. The fact was, he had missed Scorpius. He had figured that out just yesterday that he loved him and wanted to be with him. But he couldn't admit that out loud. Especially not in front of his father as they were in such a compromising situation.

"Of course you did." Al felt cold lips upon his cheek, causing a hunger to grow within him. He was ashamed of wanting more and had to close his eyes to stop some of the pathetic tears from reaching his face. "There's no shame in being in love, Albus. Unless you're the grand Harry Potter..."

Harry snorted, stretching to test the limits of his binding. He was able to move his head, but his arms were stuck upon the wall, immovable. His legs seemed to not even respond to what he wanted them to do. There was no way he was getting away this time. The best he could do was buy time and hope someone came to interrupt them. "I will never be embarrassed by love, Scorpius. Not even you can make me feel that way."

The steps Scorpius took towards his own father were measured and reeked of mocking. He tilted his head to the side, looking up at the elder man with something like fascination. "You're pathetic now, Harry Potter. After all the hype...I would have thought you'd be harder to be rid of." He turned slowly on his heel to face the other two and shrugged simply. "But I guess...you're just a weak, old man now, aren't you? And your weakness just so happens to be Draco Malfoy. My dear...father." The word was acid on his tongue as he spat it out towards Harry.

"I suppose I am," Harry said quietly. He wouldn't deny it. It was no surprise that he hadn't expected this. He wasn't ready for another war. He'd thought his life was supposed to be good now. Better. Happy. So maybe he was weak for thinking something like that was possible. But if that was weakness, he didn't know if he wanted to be strong. "I do, after all, love your father more than I could ever have loved anyone else. I am not afraid to admit that. I'm just sorry that you can't seem to conjure the same emotion for the man who gave you life."

Scorpius' resounding, mocking laugh filled the room. It caused Albus to cringe away from the disturbing tone it gave the air. "Gave me life? Is that your argument for why I should adore this sack of shit?" Lip curling in disgust, he lashed out with a blow to Draco's jaw. The cursed man didn't even flinch or attempt to stem the blood flow from his broken nose. "Just because he donated the sperm, does not make him anything of a father to me. He's a coward. A disgusting, slimy pig with a weak spot for fame."

"Your mother loved him."

A flash of pain crossed the younger blonde's pale face. But it was gone as soon as it came, replaced by a mocking sneer. "Oh, the things you don't know about my mother..." For a moment he paced, his expensive dragon-hide boots clicking upon the wooden floorboards. His long hair fell in his eyes, brooding face seeming all the more alarming from it. "You know...dear Daddy doesn't even know this yet, so to his little cursed brain it will seem such a shock... But you know what? She wasn't the perfect, devoted housewife the world believed her to be.

"Ever wonder who might have raised me to be like...this?" He gestured down at his perfectly dressed, sinister self. "Certainly not my grandfather. For the longest time, I actually wasn't even allowed to see him. My father feared...he would try and instill some of his love for the Dark Arts in me. What he didn't know was his own wife was just as big of a supporter. If not bigger..."

A frown creased Harry's brow and he looked over at Draco. Somewhere in there, he was forced to watch this. He was finding this out and he couldn't even react. All he could do was sit there, in his shell of a body and listen.

"Oh, yes, Mother was the Dark Lord's biggest fan. From the time I was born, she raised me on Dark magic and the hope that one day my master would once more walk the earth." Scorpius grinned triumphantly, stopping in front of the Potters and winking. "She may have had to die in order for it to be achieved, but...that's trivial and, hey, she was willing to be sacrificed. Her and her unborn child..."

Albus felt a bit of despair growing in his stomach. Scorpius was more than a wayward son. He was a murderer, and from such a young age. Being who he was, the son of Light himself, how could he love someone like this? Why did his heart betray him like this? He bit his lip, swallowing a sob.

Though he had tried to hide it, Scorpius was easily able to pick up the sadness settling into Al. He clucked his tongue in admonishment softly, shaking his head from side to side. "Albus, my love, do not be so downtrodden. I am the same person you fell in love with. I always will be."

"I do not love you," Albus hissed back, sneaking a look over at his father. He knew his voice lacked conviction and the betrayal in Harry's eyes confirmed it. Swallowing hard, he looked back down at the floor, wishing so badly that he could just shut his heart off for now.

"Mmhmm... I don't believe you."

Harry snarled at the crass way Scorpius spoke to his son. He spat angrily up at him, "You have me, alright? Isn't that enough? Kill me, but leave my son alone! Albus is so much better than you. So why do you feel the need to go after him? He will always despise what you are a dark, twisted murderer."

"Merlin, your self-righteous ramblings are really giving me a headache," Scorpius drawled and leered down at Harry. The elder man's jaw clenched in reply as he glared up at him. "Murderer, you call me? Thus far...I haven't killed a single soul. I swear." He held up his hand as if to show that he was truly vowing that he had not. But the wink that followed betrayed him.

The roll of Harry's eyes truly showed his exasperation. How his son could be charmed by this type of arrogance baffled him. He rolled his shoulders to the best of his ability in order to refocus himself. "You just said your mother-"

Scorpius' frustration was beginning to show as well as his lips and neck twitched a little. "Is your goal to get me to recant my whole life's story? Do you think that will spare your pathetic, unworthy life, Potter?" His laugh was sharp and mocking. "Because it won't, but good try. I'll bite. Let's just make it quick, shall we? My Lord has a wonderful wand that won't fully respond to him just yet. He needs you dead first."

Something like surprise crossed over Harry's face, but it was quickly tinged with... victory? Albus swallowed hard, not quite understanding that reference, though it sure meant something to his father. He was unsure whether that should frighten him or not.

"Yes, yes, the Elder Wand. Now wipe that shocked look off your face, you idiot." Scorpius' patience was wearing thin now as he lashed out with a kick to Harry's side. "You want to know what happened to my mother. As your last wish, I'll tell you. She killed herself, which you knew. She was pregnant; I assume my father told you that as well. What you don't understand is she killed herself and my baby brother in order to further the magic that runs through these veins. We even named the poor child Lesath, the sting of Scorpius. We figured out this...magic transference ritual. But it included a sacrifice. We figured if we used two lives, it would be twice as strong. And, oh, were we right. One touch of their joined spilling blood to my tongue at the tender age of fourteen tripled my magical power. It is the only reason I am the only one who was able to bring the Dark Lord back!

Dark magic can get you so far ahead in life..."

Albus' nose wrinkled at the satisfaction and power radiating from Scorpius. He was disturbed by how much he craved this man right now. So much so that he turned his face to the right and emptied the contents of his stomach upon the floor.

A disgusted noise built in the back of Scorpius' throat and he sighed in vexation. "Really, Albus? That is absolutely revolting. I think I've seen enough of your puke to last me a lifetime now." He waved his wand, ridding the room of the smell and sight of the vomit. "Much better."

"I'm surprised you didn't just rise to power yourself," Harry sneered after having stewed on just how to react. He watched the blonde's brow rise in curiosity. "With all of that power surging through you, I don't quite understand why you would want to be Voldemort's bitch."

Scorpius flicked his wrist and Draco stepped out of his corner, towards them. A vein was nearly popping in his temple now, the mocking tone behind Harry's words pushing him over the edge. "I do hope you enjoyed your shot at life, Potter. But it's time for the hero to die. Good cannot always prevail."

"No!"

"Albus, shut up and let me do my job," Scorpius snapped harshly. He took a step back, allowing his father to take his place before the other two. His eyes were lifeless and cold, staring down at his lover.

Harry swallowed hard, holding back any weeping he felt happening in his soul. This was not how he wanted to die. Draco had been his love, his life, for the last three years. He had comforted the man over the death of his wife. And, in turn, the blonde had helped him get the courage to leave his loveless marriage. They had built a life together, all their own, and it was about to come crashing down around them. How could this be happening?

Under his son's control, Draco raised his wand towards his partner. Somewhere inside he was conscious of what he was doing. He was screaming and fighting for control of his own mind but the curse was much too powerful. It felt like he was in a nightmare as his lips formed the spell.

"Sectumsempra..."

The sliver of hawthorn sliced through the air quickly with dangerous precision. From this movement, a pained cry escaped Harry's lips. Following it was Albus' muffled anguish, Scorpius' hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. He began to struggle as the blood pool soaked the wood, seeping closer and closer to where he sat. His face was forced to turn to the side; forced to see the gashes lining his father's chest and how they oozed away his very life force.

"Let...let him... Go...," Harry rasped out, weakly reaching towards his son. "N-no wand... I need to...to... To speak with...my s-son..."

If there was an ounce of humanity left in Scorpius, it was used here. He released his spell on Albus and uncovered his mouth. The man rushed to his father's side, pulling off his own shirt and shoving it onto the torn, soaked chest. This attempt to stave the blood flow, however, was useless. He wasn't even trying to hide his tears while Harry struggled to speak to him.

"Al... Al, s-stop," Harry whispered, his pale, shaking hand coming up to touch Albus' cheek gently. He smiled up at him, but it didn't contain an ounce of happiness. "T-take this." He fumbled with something in his pocket for a moment as Albus wiped away the cloudy sadness covering his eyes. "Do...do not l-let him...have control of...of it." Harry pressed something shiny and round to his lips a moment, then up to his son's. The cold weight of it made Al shiver.

When Harry dropped the Snitch into Albus' hand, he frowned deeply and felt a little burble of anger well up inside of him. "Don't let who have a goddamn, bloody Snitch?" he uttered with venom.

The rest of the strength the elder Potter had left was used up as he shook his head back and forth at his son. With the movement, it fell to the side, eyelids fluttering and halting halfway open.

If he hadn't felt the weight of his father's dead body, Albus would never have believed it. He felt cold and dead inside, his pathetic cries not even enough to show how horrified he was. His breaths came in stilted rasps as he scrambled backwards, a blood-stained hand coming up to cover his mouth. The other held the gold ball in a death grip, wishing to crush it for taking up the last few moments he had with his father.

A clatter of wood against wood halted him. Albus looked over to where Draco had dropped his wand, staring down at his lover with undeniable horror. He dropped down beside him, reaching out to touch Harry's lifeless hand. As if he had been burned, he jerked his own back and held it close to his chest. A desperate gleam to his eye, he snatched his wand back up and hurriedly muttered over the wounds, "Vulnera Sanentur." When nothing happened, he nearly shouted it. But he had the same results. There was no fixing this.

Harry Potter was dead.

There was a loud clashing on the stairs. Someone had finally heard and become suspicious. "Time for us to go home, Albus," Scorpius said hurriedly and sent a locking charm towards the door. The handle rattled not a moment later and the blonde grabbed both his father and Albus, bringing them close to his body.

When they landed again, the iron stench of blood had disappeared. Harry Potter was no longer lying still at their feet. Instead, they were standing outside of the Riddle Manor. Morning had broken, showing Albus very plainly the blood that stained him and, as he looked to his side, Draco. His lip quivered but he found that shock was preventing him from being able to cry anymore.

He allowed Scorpius to force him back inside the house of his nightmares. The door slammed resolutely behind them, sealing his fate with it.

"He is dead," Albus heard Scorpius say when they stopped walking. He looked up, recognizing the study he had been given that first day here. Again, sitting in his chair was Tom. A lascivious grin spread over his lips and he stood, raising his knotted wand.

A flash of blinding green light caused Draco to fall with a dull thunk to the floor. Upon his lips was fixed an almost content expression. Both Albus and Scorpius stared down at the cold body with a little less than shock.

"You...you said he would be safe... If I had him do this, you said he would be dealt no harm!" Scorpius screeched, not taking his eyes off of his father.

Albus looked up to see the satisfied smirk pulling at Tom's lips as he retook his seat. "Oops," he said quietly, toeing Draco's arm and flinging it away from his feet. "I suppose I lied."

A/N: Sad, right? I told you... What did you think? Leave me a review to let me know!

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