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Self-fulfilling Prophecy	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make any profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns it

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Author's note: Look at that: a chapter on time XD This one turned out a bit longer than I intended *coughs*
Thanks to the following reviewer: LLHati
Warnings: drama mostly
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 11: And So It Begins
He didn't know what woke him up. One moment he was still asleep, dreaming that he was flying through the air on an pure white Abraxan, the next he was staring confused at his ceiling as the morning light crept through the gap in his curtains. The soft pitter-patter sound on the window announced that it was raining.
He turned onto his right side, intent on closing his eyes and going back to sleep as he didn't need to be up just yet, but try as he might, sleep managed to elude him and he huffed, sitting up. Scowling at his pillow, he ruffled his hair and yawned. His frown deepened when his eyes fell onto the clock on his nightstand, which announced that it was barely six thirty.
"Too early," Albus muttered, but even though his eyes felt a bit heavy, his body refused to go back to sleep.
With a sigh, he threw back his sheets and stood up, shoving his feet into his slippers. Another yawn escaped him and he rubbed over his eyes tiredly as he made his way across his room to the door, nearly tripping over a book that he had left on the floor for some reason he couldn't recall now.
Shuffling past his brother's room, he heard James softly snoring and he snickered. He knew his brother snored! The older boy never wanted to admit it, but now he had heard it with his own ears!
Gleefully – he couldn't wait to make fun of his older brother! – he crossed the landing and started to descend the staircase, his hand clutching the railing tightly. He only had a few more steps to go when his attention was suddenly caught by the conversation going on behind the closed door of the kitchen and he froze. He couldn't hear every word that was spoken thanks to the barrier in the form of the door, but what he picked up was enough to make him flinch.
" … hell do you think this photo …"
"What the hell are you even …"
"… this here, Harry! What the fuck is this?!"
"… keeping him from cursing that …"
"There is no woman in the …"
"… you implying?"
Heavy silence reigned for a while and Albus bit his lip.
Then mum said something too low for him to pick up, but whatever she said made dad laugh bitterly.
"Of course not. Ginny, seriously, you're being …"
"I'm being …"
They lowered their voices again until only murmuring filtered through the door of which Albus could make head nor tail. In spite of the fact that they no longer sounded angry, he remained on the staircase for a long time, not daring to enter the kitchen just yet. He didn't know what exactly the argument had been about, but he very much doubted they had resolved it quickly.
Which photo was mum talking about? What was in the photo that made her so mad at dad? The entire conversation didn't make any sense; what had a woman to do with a photo?
Eventually he forced himself to take the remaining steps as the grandfather's clock in the living room chimed seven times. As if on cue, footsteps neared the kitchen door and the door swung open, revealing mum with lips pressed together until they formed one line. Her face abruptly changed when she caught sight of Albus standing at the bottom of the staircase.
"Albus! You're already awake!" she said surprised. "I was just about to wake up you and your brother."
"Just woke up," Albus lied, not wanting his mother to know that he had caught parts of her argument with dad.
"Your breakfast is on the table," she told him and smiled. "I'm going to wake up your brother now."
He nodded and entered the kitchen as mum went upstairs, wondering whether James would pick up how tense mum looked.
Dad pushed his chair back when Albus sat down and gave him a terse smile and a quick tousle through his hair. "Good luck with your test today, Albus," he said, draping his Auror robes over his shoulders.
"Thanks, dad," Albus said softly, pulling his bowl with cereal closer to him.
Dad gave him one last smile and then strode out of the kitchen so that he could Floo to his office.
Green eyes fell onto the newspaper carelessly discarded in the middle of the table and his spoon paused in its way to his mouth.
The large photo plastered across the front page with the screaming, bold title "Intimate Dinner For Two Ex-Rivals?" displayed the restaurant they had gone to yesterday – more specifically it showed dad still gripping Uncle Draco's wrist while talking to Scorpius and Uncle Draco throwing him an odd look. The young boy wondered what the strange emotion swirling in Uncle Draco's eyes was.
Whether it was the odd emotion in Uncle Draco's eyes or the strange title, something had angered mum again.
Albus was not brave enough to ask what was wrong with the photo. Absentmindedly, though, he thought that the picture looked nice – despite the fact that it had been the cause of yet another argument between his parents.
The argument about the photo was not brought up again – or if it was, it happened when neither Albus nor James were in the vicinity to hear it.
The air between mum and dad cleared up again after a few days had passed and Albus allowed himself to relax once more. Maybe the newspaper had been their final argument; maybe whatever dad had said had been enough to soothe mum's worries.
Or maybe the photo in the newspaper had just been the calm before the storm. A storm that would be way worse than any argument they had had.
Two weeks later, on Friday evening the second of May, James and Albus were half-heartedly playing a game of chess as they waited for their dad to leave work and come home. Mum's training had ended an hour earlier than usual due to one of the players having to go to Saint Mungos to treat an injury and she had picked them up from their grandparents' house. She had busied herself with training schedules before she had started working on dinner.
Dinner was nearly ready, judging by the mouth-watering smell, but dad still hadn't arrived home.
Mum leant into the doorway of the living room. "Did your dad Floo?" she asked and frowned slightly, throwing a look at the clock which displayed seven fifteen.
Albus shook his head, letting out a sound of dismay as James managed to defeat one of his pawns with his knight. "No," he replied and pouted, watching disheartened how James' knight roughly threw the defeated pawn next to the chessboard. Maybe he should ask Uncle Draco for chess practice as well; clearly James had got better with his advice.
"That's strange," Mum muttered and furrowed her eyebrows, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. "He didn't mention being home later today. Maybe I should – "
She was interrupted by a majestic, silver coloured stag bounding through the wall and halting in front of her. Dad's voice said, "Something came up. I'll be home later. Have dinner without me." The stag bent its head, scraped his see through hooves soundlessly over the floor before he dissipated into thin air.
Mum slowly breathed out and bit on her lip before she sighed and nodded at them. "Well, you heard your dad. Let's eat dinner before it gets cold. Clean up the chessboard, sweeties. It's nearly bedtime as well." She disappeared back into the kitchen where she started filling the plates with dinner.
"Do you think it's a mission?" Albus asked softly as he carefully inserted each chess piece back into the box, ignoring the outraged squawk of the white queen when he put her on her side.
James shook his head and placed the folded chessboard on top of the pieces before putting the lid back onto the box. He stood up and crossed the room to put the game back into the last shelf of the bookcase. "No, if it was a mission, he wouldn't have said he'd be home later."
"Oh yeah, that's true," Albus muttered and stood up, rubbing his hands over his trousers. If it wasn't a mission, what else was keeping dad from coming home on time?
"Come on, before our food gets cold," James murmured and together they made their way into the kitchen where mum was waiting for them with steaming plates.
Something was shaking his shoulder. He grumbled and pushed the offending thing away, curling up underneath the blankets. A sleepy whine escaped him when the thing returned to shake him again.
"G' way," he slurred, not even opening his eyes as he batted at the thing disturbing his sleep.
"Al, wake up!" someone hissed, following by a harsh shove.
"Ouch!" Albus shot up, squinting in the darkness. The weak moonlight being filtered through the curtains allowed him to make out the kneeled form of his brother next to his bed. "James? What are you doing? I was sleeping!" he whined, rubbing over his shoulder which still smarted a bit from the forceful shove.
"Dad's back," James whispered and jerked his head towards the door. "Come on, he just went into their bedroom. I want to know what they say!"
"How late is it?" Albus grumbled, but slipped out of his bed, knowing that James wouldn't be ignored.
"A bit after midnight," James murmured dismissively and silently left the room, beckoning his younger brother to follow him.
After midnight? Albus groaned and hurried after his brother, blinking rapidly in an effort to wake himself up. Thank goodness it was weekend, because he already knew he would be too tired to get up early come morning.
"Did you stay up until dad came home?" Albus questioned incredulously, stepping out of his room.
James threw him an annoyed look and pressed a finger against his lips. "Yes, now hush and follow!" he whispered irritated and they crept silently towards their parents' bedroom, careful not to step on any spot that creaked and would betray them.
A soft orange glow fell through the gap between the door and the doorframe of their parents' bedroom and they halted right next to it, making sure they would remain out of sight. If one of their parents heard them, they would be in big trouble.
" … put on non-active," Dad sighed and the creaking of the floor announced that he was pacing back and forth.
"Why?" Mum inquired warily.
"One of the suspects we put in custody claims that Draco cursed him several times," Dad replied and a hint of anger was audible in his voice.
James and Albus stared wide-eyed at each other. Uncle Draco had cursed someone? Surely that wasn't true!
"And did he?" Mum asked flatly.
"Of course not!" Dad snorted. "But it's going to take a while to proof that."
"Why? If you say he didn't, they'll probably let him off the hook," Mum retorted.
"I can't, because I wasn't there," Dad muttered. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to help him build his case. I'm planning on going to the manor tomorrow to help him."
"What? Where were you then?" Mum asked befuddled, for once not remarking on the fact that dad was going to visit Uncle Draco tomorrow.
"We brought two into custody and I was interrogating one and he the other. Ron had joined me and Smith was with Draco, but conveniently Smith was gone when Draco supposedly cursed the suspect," sneered Dad.
"If you weren't there with him, how are you so certain he didn't curse the suspect?" Mum questioned incredulously.
"Because I know him, Ginny! I've been working with him for eight months now – he wouldn't curse someone unless they attacked him first," Dad responded sharply. "This entire situation is just bullshit!"
"Look, Harry, you have to admit that his track record isn't that great. Have you forgotten that you distrusted him during your sixth year?" Mum bit out. "And with good reason as it turned out!"
"For Merlin's sake, Ginny! Would you fucking stop it already!" Dad snapped angrily. "What the hell does he have to do to proof that he can be trusted now? He's changed – isn't it time you get over this ridiculous grudge?"
"Ridiculous gru – you know what? Forget it, I'm going to sleep. You best go to sleep too, Harry," Mum said shrilly. "You don't want to keep your precious Draco waiting tomorrow!"
"Prec- the fuck, Ginny?" Dad spluttered, but mum didn't answer anymore and instantly the room turned dark.
Albus became aware of how frozen he stood when James pulled softly at his sleeve and he nearly stumbled at the unexpected touch. Large, brown eyes gazed at him unreadably and James jerked his head to their bedrooms, indicating that they should go back now.
Throwing a last look at the dark and silent room, Albus inclined his head and they made their way back to his bedroom, freezing every time they heard the sheets rustling in their parents' bedroom. The walk back seemed to be endless and the eight year old only became aware that he had been holding his breath the entire time when he expelled it with a loud 'whoosh' sound when they finally reached his room.
The two brothers stared at each other for a long time until Albus broke the silence with a small voice, "Do you think Uncle Draco really cursed someone?" He didn't want to believe it, because the older wizard had been nothing but gentle and friendly with them, but how else had he landed in trouble?
Determined James shook his head. "No, he wouldn't do that!" he protested, but kept his voice low. "Unless he was attacked first; you heard what dad said. That other man has to be lying."
"But what happened in their sixth year, then?" Albus questioned, furrowing his eyebrows as his rumpled sheets became the victim of his nervously fiddling fingers. "Mum said dad didn't trust Uncle Draco – why?"
James clucked his tongue and scratched the back of his neck. "I don't know, Albus, but remember, Uncle Draco said that he and dad didn't get along at first. But dad trusts him now, so that's the most important thing now."
"Do you think Uncle Draco is in big trouble now?" Albus asked worriedly. Did Scorpius know about this? If so, what did he think about it?
"I don't know, Albus, but if he is, dad will help him out of it," James reassured him and cast a glance at the clock, wincing visibly when the hands of the clock displayed a glaring twelve fifty. "We better go to sleep now. Mum is not going to be happy if we can't get out of bed in the morning," he added dismayed and stood up from his crouching position.
Albus refrained from pointing out that he had been sleeping, but James had woken him up. Instead he nodded and watched his brother sneak out of his room, the door letting out a barely audible 'squeak' sound.
Throwing one last troubled look at the clock, Albus crept back into his bed and shuffled underneath his blankets, clutching them high over his shoulders; the conversation between his parents playing on repeat in his mind.
Sleep took a long time to whisk him away.
When he was woken up by his mother at eight o'clock, he knew it would be a tiring day. His eyes felt gritty, his head heavy, and all he wanted was to return to bed and catch some more sleep. That was impossible, however, as mum bustled around him and James, urging them to finish their breakfast so they could Floo to their grandparents' house. Mum had training until four and dad had left early to Malfoy Manor to help Uncle Draco – at least that was what Albus presumed, as the older man had already disappeared by the time the two boys slumped into their kitchen chairs.
Silently Albus swore to himself he would never get up in the middle of the night again, even if James kept shaking him; his brother ignored the foul look he threw him and instead listlessly drew his spoon through his cereals.
"Come on, sweeties, time to get changed," Mum muttered, clearing the table with a quick flick of her wand. "Grandmother is waiting for you."
Hiding another yawn behind his hand, Albus tiredly made his way back to his room, staring longingly at his inviting looking bed as he exchanged his pyjamas for a pair of comfortable trousers and a thin, green sweatshirt. The weather was starting to warm up again after the cold winter and rainy spring, but that didn't mean it was already T-shirt weather.
He nearly jumped three feet in the air when a harsh 'tick' landed on his window and he whipped around. The familiar, large, grey owl stared back at him with an impatient look; he pecked the window again and fluttered his wings agitatedly.
Albus hurried to the window and opened the latch, allowing the window to swing open and the owl flew inside, dropping the letter he had been holding in his beak onto the desk. He flew around the room three times, but apparently had been told not to wait for a reply, as he flew out of the window, nearly hitting Albus with his wing.
"Strange," Albus muttered, eyeing the letter warily. It was the owl Scorpius used to reply to his letters, but usually the owl waited around for a reply, unless he knew that dad's owl was around. Dad's owl was delivering a letter to a friend of his dad's, however, so why hadn't Scorpius' owl waited?
"Albus! You ready?" Mum called downstairs and the boy snatched the letter from his desk, stuffing it into his pocket. He would have to wait until he was at his grandparents' place, before he could open it.
"Yeah, I'm coming!" Albus shouted and hastily pulled on his shoes, before bounding downstairs again.
"All right, James, Albus, here we go," Mum announced and ushered them inside the fireplace, throwing a pinch of Floo powder into the flames as she shouted, "The Burrow!"
They tumbled out of the hearth and almost instantly got hugged by their grandmother. "So glad to see you again, Albus, James," Grandmother cooed and dropped a kiss on their forehead. "There are still some waffles in the kitchen if you like."
"They already had breakfast, mum," Mum chided, but she was smiling, indicating that she wasn't annoyed.
"They are growing boys," Grandmother chuckled and winked at them.
A bit more awake at the thought of delicious waffles, James and Albus left their mum alone with grandmother and hastened to the kitchen, where they found their grandfather reading the morning newspaper.
The corners of his warm, blue eyes wrinkled when he smiled at them. "Good morning, James, Albus," he greeted and turned the page of his newspaper.
"'Morning, grandpa," James said, sounding way more cheerfully and plopped down on the chair, snatching a waffle from the pile.
"Hello, grandpa," Albus greeted in return and sat down next to his brother, eyeing the plate with fluffy looking waffles thoughtfully. He wasn't sure whether he should go for a golden brown waffle or not. When he shifted a bit, he felt something slightly stabbing him in his thigh and he was reminded of Scorpius' letter waiting to be read.
While James set on devouring the waffle and grandfather returned to the newspaper, Albus plucked the letter out of his pocket and opened it, smoothing down the wrinkles. The handwriting was shaky, wobbly, as if Scorpius had been upset when writing it.
Dear Albus
Father got home last night really upset. He didn't say a lot, but he said he can't go to work for a while, because a bad man said that father hurt him. I know that isn't true, because father would never hurt anyone, but he says that the Ministry wants to see proof. He said that your dad is going to help him, but I'm really worried. I have never seen father look so upset.
Somehow mother found out about this and she's here now, having a fight with father. She wants me to go home with her already, but I don't want to go yet! I want to stay with father!
I don't know what to do, Albus, because mother and father are really mad right now. I can hear them yelling downstairs and I don't want to hear that anymore!
I don't know what to do now. I hate -
I think I hear your dad's voice now. I wish you and James could visit me now. Then I wouldn't have to be lonely.
From Scorpius
"Albus?" James asked curiously, placing his second waffle on the plate. "What's wrong?"
"It's Scorpius," Albus replied troubled and showed his brother the letter. "He says his mum wants take him to her house already and his parents are having a fight about what happened to Uncle Draco. Scorpius sounds really upset."
"What happened?" Grandmother walked into the kitchen, frowning when she caught the frown on Albus' face.
"Scorpius sent me a letter just now. His parents are fighting about something that happened at Uncle Draco's work and Scorpius is very upset," Albus explained, starting to become upset himself. He really liked Scorpius and it saddened him to imagine how upset the blond boy must be now with his parents fighting. His friend had told him weeks ago how much he had hated the fights between his parents; he had actually been glad when his parents officially separated, because that meant that the fighting would stop.
"He wants us to visit, but dad went to Malfoy Manor alone," James added; a frown of his own marring his forehead after he had read the letter. "He says that his parents are really mad at each other now."
Grandmother and grandfather shared a look, before grandmother held out her hand. "Let me see, honey," she said and James handed her the letter after giving Albus an inquiring look, who just shrugged.
It wasn't as if there was anything in the letter that was really a secret.
"Oh dear," Grandmother sighed as her eyes slid over the parchment. "That poor boy sounds so upset. It can't be easy hearing his parents fight."
An idea formed in Albus' mind and he hesitated only briefly, before he reminded himself that it was his best friend who was upset now. He wanted to help the blond boy.
"Grandma, do you think you can connect the Floo to Malfoy Manor?" he inquired apprehensively and she looked surprised. He continued quickly before she could interrupt him, "Just to talk to Scorpius for a bit, so that we can help him. I don't like him being upset."
Grandmother heaved a sigh and pursed her lips. She regarded him contemplatively. "I'm not sure whether we will be able to connect, sweetheart," she answered gently. "The Malfoys and the Weasleys have never got along. It's possible his father won't like us opening a Floo connection."
"But we can try, right?" Albus asked; a note of desperation slipping into his voice. He wringed his hands together. "Uncle Draco isn't like his family. I'm sure he'll agree when we tell him it's because we want to talk to Scorpius!"
James remained silent for once; merely looking speculatively back and forth between his younger brother and his grandmother.
"Harry does insist that he has changed," Grandfather remarked quietly, his hands motionless on top of the paper.
"I know, but enough to allow a Floo connection?" Grandmother grimaced, shaking her head. "There's a lot of bad blood between our families, Arthur, you know that."
Grandfather sighed heavily, rubbing over his balding head. "I know, Molly, trust me, but from what Harry has told us, that boy only has our grandsons as real friends." He gave her a peculiar look. "The war is over, Molly," he added softly. "We can at least give it a try, right?"
Grandmother stood still for a moment, before she nodded, tapping her wand erratically against her thigh. "You're right, Arthur, we can try." She turned to face a hopeful Albus. "All right, sweetie, we're going to try to open the Floo between the two houses. I'm afraid I can't promise that it will work, though."
"That's fine!" Albus hastened to reassure her. "I understand!"
Really, he did. While he didn't understand what exactly had caused the centuries old argument between the two families, he was already more than happy that his grandparents were willing to set aside the past to help him help Scorpius.
"Come on then," she smiled and walked back to the living room, James and Albus following closely behind.
She kneeled down in front of the fireplace, her heavy skirt draped over the floor, and grabbed a pinch of Floo powder. "Here goes nothing," she murmured and threw it in the fire. Instantly the flames turned a dark green and she stated clearly, "Malfoy Manor."
For a moment – a moment that seemed to last hours in Albus' mind – nothing happened. The flames continued to flicker an eerie green, crackling loudly in the otherwise silent room.
Right when grandmother looked at them apologetically and said, "Sorry, Albus, but it looks like they - ", a head appeared in the fire, proof that the connection had been established between the two houses.
It wasn't Scorpius or Uncle Draco or even a house elf, though.
It was someone completely unexpected.
AN2: Now who could that be? ~
Small remark: Molly and Arthur might appear to give in easily, given their dislike - to put it mildly - of the Malfoys, but Harry had talked to them about Draco (when Ginny wasn't around) and while they'll never be fans of the Malfoys, they've become somewhat neutral towards them. Plus Molly didn't want to say no when she saw how upset Albus looked.
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See you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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