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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 Sixteen

December 21st:

Tense.

It was the only word Albus could think of to describe the situation before him now. His boyfriend stood nose to nose with the taller Potter, his silver eyes narrowed and unblinking.

Tense and awkward.

"Eh… Score?" Albus cast a hasty glance around, his shoulders shrugging in a half-felt apology at the staring faces of his parents and Lily. They had arrived that morning to the small village in France where James and his wife, Anna, now lived, everyone content, or so he had thought.

Had he known Scorpius' primary goal would be to corner his older brother against James' cottage and demand an apology, he would have probably brought a camera.

"Not until he says it!" Scorpius hissed, his shoulders twitching as though his wings were moving, unfurling beneath the pale blue cotton of his shirt. James made a short sound of disbelief, his blue eyes darting towards his small wife in a silent plea for help. Annabelle remained lounged against the open doorframe, her lopsided smile one of wicked delight. She simply shrugged at her husband's plea and moved instead to help Ginny and Harry with the luggage.

Sensing he had no other alternative, James heaved a massive sigh, his shoulders dropping in defeat as he ground out the words "I'm sorry." between clenched teeth. Albus could do little but grin. James' arrogance was something he had never admired in the eldest Potter child and it was incredibly satisfying to hear the words wrung from him by a Malfoy almost half his size.

The smaller of the two brothers chuckled as he wrapped an arm around the blonde, his hand reaching out to clasp his brother's in a manner purely formal. "Nice to see you know when a fight's not worth it, James. I'll have to thank Anna for that."

"I'm sure Anna is thrilled with that little performance," the auburn-haired man said sourly, his freckled nose wrinkling as he cast a glare in his wife's direction. His blue gaze fell on Scorpius, almost softening as he watched the paler boy lean against Albus. "You don't look so good, kid."

Score's only answer was to sneer in James' direction, his pert nose wrinkling in a weak imitation of his former scowl. Lily watched the interaction with a small smile. "He's upset with us 'cause we woke him up to travel here, didn't we sweetheart?"

The blonde hissed at her, pushing her face away from where she had pressed it close to his own. "Blast it, Lily Potter, be gone! Wasn't it enough to have your atrociously boney knees waking me up this morning?" Lily drew back, aghast. "I'll have you know, my knees are perfectly shapely. You know, Score, you're a right gremlin when you're tired."

"Tired?" Albus glanced upwards as his father made a reappearance, Scorpius' heavy luggage case gripped in his hand, "who's tired?"

"Scorpius is, he's always tired nowadays, it has to be an illness, Score, are you certain you shouldn't be in a hospital rather than on vacation?" Albus eyes were worried as he lead the the grumpy Veela away from the sudden attention and towards the front door. Scorpius scowled and opened his mouth to reply.

"Perhaps he's up the duff."

The Veela's mouth remained open, his body turning slowly to stare in horror at the little redhead that was now blushing furiously. "It was only a joke…" she muttered.

"A joke! Lily Potter if that is your sense of humour, I'm cutting off your contact with Uncle George!"

"Ah, dad!"

Harry rolled his eyes skyward as he pushed the teenager indoors. James chuckled happily at his sister's discomfort, one hand reaching out to ruffle Albus' dark hair out of place. "Don't worry, Al, the Weasley gene is a fertile one, but I doubt even we're good enough to impregnate men." Albus scowled up at the taller boy as he guided his mate inside, all the while patting the offended Slytherin on the back.

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Albus growled, throwing aside the journal he had been reading with less care than he had given the previous three. It bounced harmlessly against the stone fireplace of the sitting room. "Damn it, James, you're the leading world expert on magical creatures and you know nothing of Veela beyond what everyone else knows? You've got to be joking…"

He sighed, his hands raking through his tousled hair when a hand suddenly touched his shoulder and he shrieked in fright. He let loose a breath of relief at the sight of the green eyed blonde behind him.

"Hello Annabelle, so sorry if I've woken you."

The French woman cast a curious glance towards the dark pane of glass that was the bay window. She sat beside him in the couch, wrapping her dressing gown around her soundly before her pale green eyes caught his and she lifted her hands to speak.

What has you up at such an hour, Albus? Surely you should be in bed, resting, with your mate?

Albus lifted one of his brother's many journals from the coffee table, his smile rueful. Had he not been so pigheaded and simply forgiven his brother, he could have asked James himself if the man knew anything on male Veela. Yet with Scorpius' tired state and James' reluctance to start a conversation with the youngest Malfoy, he had grown sullen with the redhead.

Anna smirked at him, her head shaking in a soft sigh. Pigheaded, just like your brother. You'll find nothing in those journals besides the facts James has collected to write his books. As much as I wish I could tell you otherwise, I doubt James knows any more about Male Veela than anyone else, Albus, I am sorry.

The dark haired male sighed, dropping his face into his hands softly. He had hoped that somewhere amidst the collection his brother had amassed that he would find something of use to his situation. Scorpius' weariness was a near constant thing that even Fleur seemed stumped by. Illness or not, there had to be a way to make it right that wouldn't call for trial and error on a healer's part.

He glanced up when a small tug was given to his sleeve, his worried gaze landing on his sister in law. Anna's gaze was thoughtful, her bottom lip caught between her teeth and then suddenly, she was signing, her fingers moving almost faster than Albus could follow.

I should not be telling you, nor will I admit to doing so if you do something stupid and end up in danger. A community of Veela live within the forest at the end of this village. No human is permitted entry but James spoke to the matriarch often along the borderlines. She was as eager as he to exchange information, though the meetings stopped when my fool of a husband tried to push his boundaries. Should you wait until tomorrow's sunset and beg entry from the guard that will greet whoever waits there, you may be permitted an audience with the matriarch.

It was here Anna stopped, her pale eyes harsh as she tilted Albus' face up to stare into his eyes and shake a finger before his face slowly. She brought her hands back once she had grabbed his attention.

Under no circumstance, must you enter that forest or attempt to go there before sunset, Albus. The love of your life is a veela, but he is your soul mate and would never harm you. The Veela of this forest have no such obligation. They will defend their territory and their secrets.

Anna pulled back when the younger male nodded in defeat, a muscle in his jaw belying the otherwise calm exterior of his face. He rose up with a weary sigh, letting the journal slide to the ground with a thump. His stature weary, he offered the blonde a goodnight and made his way to the staircase, and up into the room where Scorpius still slept soundly, unaware of the thoughts now racing through his mate's mind.
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