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What have You Done?	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 5699 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Fifteen:

December 20th:

"Score, are you sure you're alright?"

"M'fine, why?"

"Why? Because you're falling asleep on Lily and… Score!"

A low growl was his only answer before the small Veela tucked itself securely against the snickering redhead and let out a small snore.

Rose cast a long glance at the pale Slytherin, her worried gaze lingering over the pale hue of his skin. "What have you done to him, you beast?" Brown eyes scowled at Albus, the redhead's book slipping from her lap as she straightened herself in the train compartment.

"I've done nothing!" Albus growled back, his own eyes never leaving the still form of his lover as Score's chest lifted and fell with the easy rhythm of sleep. "We haven't even… done anything in days," his cheeks darkened to pink, highlighting each of his freckles. "Fleur believes him to be run down and since he won't let Madam Pomfrey near him, that's the best medical diagnosis we can hope for."

Lily hummed softly, one hand stroking Scorpius' silver curls while in the other she clutched the letter they had received the day before from James. "Do you suppose father's told James about Score's… new look, or did our big brother just offer him an invite 'cause he knew Score would be with us?"

Albus scowled darkly at the letter, his jaw clenching as he recalled the night before, when he had found Scorpius clutching the letter from James in shaking fingers, a trail of tears marring his pale features. It had taken nearly an hour to squeeze the reason for such heartache from the distraught Veela and then another hour to reassure him that yes, Scorpius was perfect for him and no, Albus would never leave him. James. It had been his own brother's blasted fault that Scorpius had tried to distance himself.

"Knowing Dad, I'd say he's already told the fucker."

He yelped as the folded letter was brought down sharply on his fingers and drew his hand back with a scowl at his younger sister. "None of that, Al," Lily sniffed, her fingers buried in Score's hair and no doubt covering his ear, "James is a prick, we all agree what he did with Score was a very rotten thing to do but we mustn't go through life holding grudges over family members. Man up and we'll sort this when we visit him."

"You're lucky," Rose added with a grin in Albus' direction, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ears. "You'll be in France for Christmas, with Scorpius. I'm surprised Draco agreed to it what with his desire to lock his family away from prying eyes. And even if James is an arse, he has grown since Hogwarts and he is one of the most famous Creature experts in the wizarding world. Imagine the things you could learn from him about M-A-L-E V-E-E-L-A."

"I assure you, Rosie, I am most capable of spelling. That technique may work on Hugo and Robbie but it does not work on me."

Scorpius stretched with a groan, his shoulders quaking as though he would like nothing more than to spread his wings, though in the cramped train compartment it probably wouldn't be the best of ideas. Silver eyes scanned the room briefly before landing on his target. He crawled towards his mate, sighing when Albus drew him onto his lap and wrapped lean arms around him.

"I wish you would see a medic, Score."

The Veela rolled his eyes as he felt another wave of tiredness wash over him. "I assure you, I'm not sick. I'd know if I was sick. I just feel like I need something I'm missing and I guess, since all I've been doing in sleeping, then it is sleep I need."

"You shouldn't need so much sleep…" was the final thing the Veela heard before he succumbed to instinct and slept.

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He snarled as they closed in around him, towering above him in cloaks of darkness, all with weapons the likes of which he had never seen before.

His mind was devoid of thought, empty of rationality as his Veela rose to the surface and burned away the human in him.

"Mine!" he hissed as he clutched something in his slender arms, drawing it closer to his chest, "mine!"

"Hush…" a figure berated him, its white fingers reaching out, "we will not harm it…"

"No!" his moan was horror-filled, devastated and drowned in pain. "Mine…"

White fingers clutched at what he held, tearing it from his grasp as he howled, screamed. They held him back. Unable to move, he watched through tear filled eyes as the blanket was ripped away and a baby was revealed. Pale and blonde and perfect, it stared at him through familiar green eyes and suddenly… It began to cry.

"Scorpius!"

He woke with a shriek, his hands pressed to his stomach as though a pain existed there. He breathed in gulps of air, his eyes snapping open wide and glowing in the dimly lit room. He wept into the silence, the nightmare still a very real thing on the edges of his consciousness.

"Shh… Score, I've got you. You're okay, c'mon, breathe. I have you."

The calm voice reached his senses slowly and his heart settled as he felt familiar hands in his hair, familiar arms wrapped around his waist, safe. He was safe. He moaned against Albus' chest, trying to calm his speeding pulse as he recalled arriving in the Potter home, having dinner and going to bed. Nothing abnormal had happened save for the amount of food Lily Potter had shoved down her throat.

"They took him."

The stroking hands stilled, the chest drawing back until Scorpius lay facing his mate, studying those green eyes that had haunted his dream. "Who, Score?"

"They took him," the Veela moaned pitifully, reliving the agony even though he knew it was not real, knew it could not possibly be real. "My son… They took my son!"

Albus' green eyes widened comically and his arms tightened around the weeping Slytherin. "Alright, Score, it was a bad dream. It means nothing. You're just over tired, sweetheart, because you're sick. Your dreams are going to get weird."

And though he nodded, though he buried his face in his mate's chest and acknowledged that the dream could never possibly come true, for he and his partner were men; a cold coil remained firmly wrapped around his beating heart. He fell asleep to the gentle humming of Albus and with his arms wrapped securely around his stomach.
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