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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
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Wow.... It's been a long time since my last update, hasn't it? I apologize. I really struggled with this chapter because I wanted what I had in mind to fully translate onto the page. I think I've succeeded. So you may finally view it!! The song for this fic is "What I've Done" by Linkin Park and that is all I have to say besides I hope you enjoy it!

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In the span of a second, Scorpius was on his knees and looming over Albus. His left hand held firm to the other's jaw, while his right clenched his throat. "Saying things like that will get you killed," he hissed.

Though his eyes widened, neither shock nor fear crossed Albus' face. He said coolly, "I stand by what I said, Scorpius."

Scorpius' fingers gripped around Al's precious windpipe for a moment. But they went slack when the dark-haired man's expression remained unchanged. "Why would you say that?" he asked quietly. His countenance was that of complete bafflement.

"Because I believe in you."

Gently, Scorpius released him and lay back down. He kept his eyes on the ceiling for the longest time. When he finally spoke, his tone was absolutely vulnerable. "Albus, that is...ridiculous."

Albus sat up, his back against the headboard. He ran his fingers through Scorpius' flowing blonde hair with a strange, wistful smile. "I've seen you in classes. You have...an amazing amount of magic within you. The way you cast spells, it's like you were born to do something great."

"It's the magic of my mother and...and my brother. It strengthened me..."

"You don't sound exactly pleased about that." Albus leaned down to press a kiss to Scorpius' pale forehead. "The point is - you're powerful. More powerful than that...awful man you raised from the dead."

Scorpius covered Al's mouth quickly, making desperate hushing sounds. "He will murder you without a moment's hesitation. Shut. Up."

A glimmer of fright crossed over Albus for the first time. He swallowed hard before pushing the hand away from his lips. When he spoke again, his words were quiet and cautious. "Okay, okay. But I still mean what I said. You could do it."

A frustrated sigh passed Scorpius' lips. "Get up. Get dressed," he growled, doing the same. He pulled on trousers and a simple shirt, and then scraped his blonde locks back into a loose ponytail.

Albus watched with a dry mouth, unable to take his eyes off the man's beautiful body. He was absolutely unsure of how he had come to this point, but there was nothing in his life he had ever been surer about. The act they just committed – the one he had been so against from the beginning – had solidified that for him. His smile towards Scorpius was genuine. Despite what the other may have done to him, he couldn't help but to love him unconditionally. And he really had no solid reason as to why.

"Close your mouth." Scorpius smacked his shoulder, rolling his eyes impatiently.

"Sorry," Albus whispered and did as he was told.

Once they were both decent, the men snuck through the house. They tip-toed around every corner, making for certain they weren't seen.

But their precautions weren't enough.

"Have you finished sodomizing your consort?"

Tom stood just outside the manor, observing a rose bush. His smile was evil and fully malicious as he eyed Albus. It sent uncomfortable shivers down his spine, causing him to step behind Scorpius for protection.

"If you have, there is a rather important function to attend."

Scorpius remained strong under Tom's harsh glare. He took a firm hold on Al's upper arm and turned down the path to the gate. "We were actually just heading out. Take my grandfather in my place."

Tom's laugh matched his dangerous expression. He waved the powerful wand, stopping Scorpius frozen in his tracks. "Death Eater attendance is necessary, young Malfoy. Though you have cast glamours to hide your Dark Mark, it still resides upon your arm." Another flick of the wand caused black ink to pen its way across Scorpius' left forearm. The lines took on the definitive picture of a skull with a snake winding out of its mouth. A sight that made Albus shift away from him in disgust.

"What are we doing that is so important?" Scorpius said resignedly, massaging his temple.

Following a dark chuckle, Tom stepped closer to Scorpius. His fingers drummed against a folded newspaper at his side as he looked more than satisfied. "Harry Potter's memorial service is taking place as we speak. Now how could I pass up such a wonderful opportunity to take my control? It is the perfect time to expose myself. To take what is rightfully mine."

"Wh-what?"

Albus' whisper increased the mirth about Tom's lips. "Being catatonic for four days has its disadvantages, doesn't it?" He tossed the newspaper towards the other man before turning back to Scorpius and taking the jinx off.

The murder of Harry James Potter is no doubt one of the most devastating events to have happened since the Second Wizarding War. His passing has taken its toll on the entire population. For this reason, his friends and family have organized a memorial service in the great hero's name. The ceremony will start at three o'clock on the twenty-ninth of August in the Atrium of the Ministry for Magic, London, England.

"The ceremony began a half hour ago. Every person that matters will be in attendance."

Those closest to Mr. Potter are encouraged to speak. The minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt, has agreed to say a piece. As have his ex-wife, Ginevra Weasley; children, James and Lily Potter; friends, Ron and Hermione Weasley; and godson, Theodore Lupin.

"Your aunt Daphne is already there. She is positioned close to the podium. Security will be tight, as your father was kind enough to tip the minister off about my return. Therefore, when she calls we have to act fast. Lucius has worked hard to strengthen our ranks in the last few days. We should have no problem taking control of the ministry once we have apparated inside."

Correspondingly, Harry Potter's son, Albus Potter, is still missing. Any information regarding his whereabouts can be reported to the secretaries in the Auror Office.

When Albus finished reading the small article, he looked up with tears in his eyes. Scorpius met his gaze solidly, a trace of empathy about him. "Surely bringing Albus along to the ministry will be a horrible idea," he said quietly, knowing that they could not just leave him alone in the manor.

"He will be the only thing to ensure our takeover. A hostage, if you will." Tom raised a brow over at Albus. "Dry your tears, boy." He roughly grabbed the man's arm, twisting it behind his back and jabbing his wand into his throat. "You don't want to disgrace your father by looking like a coward, do you?"

Albus' face held absolutely no expression. Inside, he was mourning and aching at the mention of his father's bravery. In the end, it hadn't helped him one bit. So just what would Harry think about him right now? Would he be proud or angered by his son's submission?

Tom's lips twitched before Al could come up with a response. He held a sickening smile. "It's time," he said in no more than a whisper. He thrust Albus into Scorpius' arms before raising his mighty wand into the air. "Ready?"

There was the smallest flicker of hesitation in Scorpius' eyes as he gripped onto his lover's arm. Something had changed in him. Albus could feel it. It both scared and relieved him. "Yes, my Lord," the blonde said quietly.

In an instant, the Dark Lord had disappeared. Then Scorpius flinched, pressed a kiss to the other's temple, and disapparated them both. When they touched down, too many eyes and gasps to count greeted them.

None of them mattered to Albus, though. Not until he glimpsed those he had been looking for. They sat behind him on the raised platform. Shock was on their faces, along with some small amount of fear. Lily looked the most scared. Her beautiful brown eyes looked doe-like as she took in the visage of the terrifying man commanding their attention.

"Albus!" he heard his mother shriek the moment Tom made reference to his hostage in his speech. The dull pain of Scorpius' wand was in his neck. His eyes met hers, begging for her to remain calm. He'd already lost one parent; there was no sense in losing both.

Other than Ginny's sobbing and protests, the Ministry atrium was deadly silent. Everyone stared around at the Death Eaters, both cloaked and uncloaked, like they were afraid to believe it was real. The odds of this happening to the world a third time was unbelievable. And that fact that it was so blatant that Voldemort could win this time was chilling them to their very bones. They didn't know how to react. Even if the aurors and brave men and women stepped up to do something against these people, there was the risk of hurting innocent people. And what of Harry Potter's son? Was his life worth risking?

"Harry Potter is dead. It is time you put your faith in a new savior." The grin Tom showed to the full room was deadly and oozed mock. "I am Lord Voldemort, and I am your new leader. To cross me would be death. Questions?"

A single brave soul stepped forward from the crowd. Her fists were clenched and she reeked of determination. "Harry may be gone, but there will always be someone around to take you down! You're an abomination! And you will not win! Not this time! NOT ANY TIME!"

The way Tom sent the Killing Curse at Cho Chang truly exemplified how fed up he was with brave souls. It was lazy and careless, almost missing her petite figure. In the end, however, it did latch onto her and she fell lifelessly to the floor. No one rushed to help her up. No one wanted to meet the same fate. They were starting to realize just how badly being a hero could end.

The cowardice in the room made Albus visibly cringe. Scorpius' arm tightened around his chest and he sighed softly. It seemed as if he, too, were slightly disappointed in humanity.

"Anyone else have anything negative to say to your new minister?" Collectively, everyone's eyes roamed over to Kingsley Shacklebolt standing at the edge of the stage. His wand was drawn, expression unwavering. He wasn't going down without a fight. He easily deflected the first curse Tom sent his way, making motions for everyone to leave the stage. He was at least thinking of the safety of others, even if they weren't thinking for themselves.

The Weasleys and Potters ran from the stage quickly. They knew trouble. Lord Voldemort was trouble. He was a trouble none of them were ready to face. But that didn't stop Ginny from taking a backwards glance at her son, tears flowing down her cheeks as she went.

"Let the Potter boy go, Voldemort." Kingsley's voice was rational and measured. It was as if he was afraid the very tone of his words would set the man off. "This fight need not involve him. Keep it between those who are your real threats."

Though it was meant to help with his release, Albus couldn't help but to feel a stab of pain at the words. He was no threat to anyone, apparently. A harmless child. Was that how the world saw him? He frowned, chancing a look up at Scorpius. He was surprised to see those silver eyes meet his own mossy ones, conveying a feeling of sympathy. Along with a hint of outrage that he couldn't quite identify...

Somewhere behind Kingsley rang a haunting laugh. It chilled Al's very bones and he couldn't help the fright sinking into the pit of his stomach. It almost wasn't even a laugh. The animalistic tone to it made it more of a feral cackle. And it belonged to an even wilder looking woman. Her dark brown locks looked as if they hadn't been brushed in years. There were snarls through what might have once been curls, along with various beads, threads, and feathers. With a little bit of care, she might have been stylish. But since she seemed to neglect any form of hygiene, she ended up looking like a homeless lady twice her age.

The wand she brandished looked as sick and twisted as she was. From the handle to the tip was scorched and sooty. But maybe that was how it was created. Maybe it was made to be a dark witch's vessel for magic. Regardless, any wand paired with that viperish face was something Albus didn't want to be the target of. He tried to take a step back, but Scorpius held their position. They didn't have the option of escape.

And neither did the minister.

Before Kingsley could even turn to face his assailant, the flash of green light had stilled him. He fell with a dull thunk upon the platform, taking any hope with him. The room was full of a hundreds of souls clinging to despair. It was like liquid gold to Tom.

The man smiled fondly over at his brave follower, beckoning her forward. The woman grinned obediently, showing off her not-so-pearly-whites as she nearly skipped over to her master. "You did wonderful, Vega. You would have done your mother proud." This only increased the smile upon her chapped, cracked lips.

"Now that the distractions have been taken care of..." Tom turned back to the crowd, signaling his Death Eaters. They circled in, forming a ring around everyone to fence them all in. "Don't even think about escape, powerful spells crafted by my followers will prevent you from disapparating without painfully severing every limb from your torso." When he grinned, bile rose in Albus' throat. He swallowed hard, trying not to believe what his eyes told him was so tangible. "All that I ask for is your devotion. And if you plot against me, death by hanging will be routine punishment." He shrugged, clearly taking enjoyment in the shared gasp.

"And the first to go will be the family of your heightened god." Tom snapped his fingers, nodding towards where Albus' family was huddled together for protection and support. Ginny screamed, struggling to cover her children, her brothers, everyone she held close. The Death Eaters pulled at arms, dragging people out however they could.

It wasn't long before every living Weasley, Potter, and close relative was on the stage again. A silver noose fashioned out of pure magic loomed over the head of the tiniest of them all. Remi stared up at it in fascination, not understanding the danger of its presence in the room. Nor that she would be the first to go as she was lifted up onto the stool that rose up to the perfect height for her small stature.

Horror was pounding through Albus with every beat of his heart. He frantically turned in Scorpius' horrified, slacked grasp and gripped the front of his shirt. "Do something! You want a chance to redeem yourself for killing my dad? Help them and I will forgive everything!"

"Shh!" Scorpius placed his hand firmly over Al's mouth, cutting off any further pleas. His eyes were completely fixed on one spot. On Tom's wand.

Suddenly, the weight of the Snitch in Albus' pocket became more than apparent. He recalled his father's words with an almost startled gasp. "Do not let him have control of it." Harry hadn't been talking about the ball! He'd been talking about...

In a split second, Scorpius had pushed Albus away from him and onto the floor before dashing over to Tom. The man hardly had a chance to take a breath before his precious Elder Wand was snatched from between his fingers.

Tom's snarl mixed with Scorpius' triumphant yell. The younger man waved the wand, yelling loud enough for the whole of the atrium to hear, "Everyone disapparate NOW!"

Most everyone was able to get out before the Death Eaters caught up after the initial shock. The only ones left were Voldemort, his followers, the two lifeless bodies, and a few stray underage children. In the silence of the empty hall, there was no trouble hearing Tom's curses and threats to the empty spot where Scorpius once stood.

When Albus could no longer feel tension surrounding him, he gave a sigh of relief. He looked to his side, a newfound love for Scorpius radiating off of him. He didn't care where they were. They were safe; he could feel it. And the way he felt at that moment caused him to jump into the other's arms, kissing him more passionately than he ever had. His hands were everywhere, gripping anything he could. The immensity of his gratefulness was making him heady and willing. He would do anything Scorpius asked. In that split second that he had seen his whole family disappear, Albus knew that he had made the right choice that night at the bar.

They were down on the ground, Al's knees pressing into dry, dead leaves. It crunched beneath him as he shifted closer to his lover. The sound made his whole body tingle. He couldn't recall a time when he had wanted someone or something more than he wanted Scorpius now. More than he needed him.

But it wasn't the time for appreciative, carnal sex. Scorpius' hand was on Albus' chest, pushing him back with a soft whining sigh. His eyes were wide, the weight of what he'd just done crashing down on him. He had just taken everything he'd worked so hard at for most of his life and smashed it to pieces. For a moment, his heart quickened in speed and he felt as if he couldn't breathe.

The feeling of helplessness didn't last long.

Scorpius took a deep breath, eyes closed as he cleared his mind. This was no different. His directive had changed, but he still had a job to do. He was on a different side; a new side. There were goals to achieve.

"Give me the Snitch," he said quietly, looking up at Albus. The other stared at him for a moment, thoughtless, before instinctively reaching for his necklace. "The other one, Albus." Scorpius' voice took on a tone of impatience, hand extending greedily. Al was quicker to grab the one from his pocket, but hesitant to hand it over. The blonde wasted no time in snatching it from him, examining its gold surface. "Obviously your father thought this would help..."

"I don't see how," Albus said quietly, looking around where they had come to settle. There was nothing inherently special about this place, but he felt safe. The trees surrounding them were like a canopy of solace. And the ground, though hard, was littered with leaves and other foliage that made it perfectly comfortable. "It's just a damn ball. He was talking about...not letting Tom-"

A sharp look cut from Scorpius' eyes and straight through Albus. His voice was like ice as he hissed at the other, "Tom? And what do you think gives you the right to call him Tom?"

"That is how he introduced himself to me..."

Scorpius rolled his eyes, shrugging Al off. "Well we just majorly defied him, Albus. Let's call him by a more suitable name for our crime."

It was all Albus could do to keep his tone even. He was frustrated, it was a bit chilly here, and he had just almost seen his entire family hung. Something about being told off right now just irked him. "And what would you have me call that monster? Our most precious and exalted Dark Lord? Because I won't, Scorpius."

"Lord Voldemort. You will call him Lord Voldemort. That is the name he took the day he decided to become that thing."

"Despite how many times he had died and come back, no matter what he has done, we still fight him because somewhere deep down he is still human. And that human part is what we are most scared of. I think he's scared of it, too. So...I'm going to continue to call him Tom Riddle. That is who he is deep down and that is what we must defeat." Never in his life had Albus felt he'd said something more powerful. He stared down at the ground, truly feeling like his father's son for possibly the first time. There was a shadow of a smile on his lips and he couldn't help but to chuckle a bit.

A brush of cold metal to his lips brought him back to the real world and what was at hand. He frowned over at Scorpius who had just touched the Snitch to his chapped pouts. Before both their eyes, the delicate wings unfolded. The ball hovered above them momentarily, like it was trying to keep their attention. "Why would it react to me...?" Albus whispered quietly, standing in order to keep it within arms' reach.

"I think he somehow transferred the...the flesh memories to you. Honestly, I didn't know that was possible." Scorpius frowned, standing as well. "Grab it. There has to be a reason he would do that, right?"

Nodding, Al reached out for the Snitch. The instant his fingers closed around the gold surface, the ball burned white hot. He hissed and cried out, jerking his hand back while glaring up at the flying object. "It burned me!"

Scorpius paid no mind to the angry red his lover's digits were turning. He tilted his head, stepping closer to the Snitch with a curious frown upon his lips. "There's something written upon the surface, Albus. I swear it happened just now. Grab it."

"But it-"

"Grab it!"

Albus took a moment to steal a calming breath before once more approaching the Snitch. He was a little more cautious as he reached for it this time. But when he finally grasped it, no scorching sensation came from it. He was able to hold onto it and bring it closer for examination. "Catari Syphe," he read in a small, slightly wary voice. "Catari Syphe. Who the bloody hell is that?"

A dangerous smile begun to slip onto Scorpius' lips. He took a step away from Albus, reeking of triumph. "Catari Syphe, huh?" He chuckled darkly and held up the knotted wand he'd taken. "I'm willing to bet he's the reason this" he nodded down at the wand "doesn't react to Voldemort as well as it should."

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