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No Exit	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 1847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Part I: The Idea

“That is by far the dumbest idea you've ever had,” Albus said, peering over the top of the book in his hands to glare at his older brother, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Sneak into Azkaban? Why, exactly?”

“Al, it's a creepy old abandoned prison that used to house all sorts of mad criminals—and my middle namesake was there too, Dad told me,” James said, then let out a plaintive whine when Albus didn't react, beyond staring at his older brother incredulously. “C'mon, it'll be fun. Teddy could take us, so it's not like we'd be going without adult supervision. I wanna see his cell, that's all. And Teddy's got that special permission as a historian for the Ministry Archives or something.” James screwed up his face as he tried to remember Teddy's professional title. Archivist hardly equated to Magical Historian, but Albus didn't see much point in correcting the elder Potter.

“Teddy's hardly adult supervision. He's not that much older than us,” Albus countered with a derisive snort, and attempted to bury his nose in his book again. James yanked it down, forcing his brother to listen to him.

“He's of age, so it counts. Come on, educational adventure. It's old, so that means it's historical, right?”

“Hogwarts is old, why aren't you trying to sneak in there?” Albus asked, and James rolled his eyes.

“Al, that's school. This is a creepy old building that was a prison. That's so much cooler.”

Albus stared, nonplussed at his brother's pitiful attempt to convince him to come. It was just so Gryffindor. The thought passed through his mind at random, reeking of Slytherin superiority. It took a great deal of effort to keep himself from smirking at that—Scorpius would be so proud. “C'mon Al,” James pleaded, eyes wide, “it'll be fun.”

While fun wasn't exactly the word Albus would use to describe wandering around an abandoned building for an afternoon, he could tell that James wasn't going to let up until he either agreed or cursed him.

“Fine,” Albus said with a groan, “I'll come. On one condition.”

“Yes! Al, this is gonna be so wicked—” James stopped himself short when his brain caught up with what his brother had said. “What's the condition?”

“Scorpius comes too.”

James groaned.

~*~

“Explain to me again what's so fun about wandering around some old building for an afternoon?” Scorpius asked, repeating Albus's thought from the day before almost word for word. His grey eyes bore into Albus from his spot on the rug in front of his bedroom's fireplace, his Divination dream journal open and the page in front of him was filled with his cramped, tiny handwriting. Scorpius's quill was hovering above the blank segment of the page, his free hand absently toying with the signet ring on his index finger while he waited for Albus to answer.

“I've no idea, but James wouldn't leave me alone about it, so I finally told him that I'd go if you could come too,” Albus said with a shrug, “I figured it'd be easier to cave than put up with his ridiculous whining and pestering had I said no.”

Albus was stretched out next to Scorpius, flicking idly through a thick volume titled, Eastern Wizardry Through the Ages. His History of Magic essay that was due at the beginning of the new term was unrolled next to him, and his own quill was abandoned in the ink pot as he read. The Malfoy Manor was the only he could find any peace to get his Summer schoolwork done; especially when one had the grave misfortune of having James Sirius Potter as an exceptionally irritating older brother.

“Grandfather was in there for a short time,” Scorpius said conversationally, as though they were discussing nothing more serious than the weather, and not an infamous prison. “Some of my other relatives who I'm not supposed to know about were in there too.” Scorpius smirked a little, clearly pleased that he knew more about his sordid family history than he was supposed to. “I heard it was awful in there, like prisoners would go mad within weeks or just commit suicide by starving themselves to death and things.”

“Isn't that delightful,” Albus sat up while he marked his place with a spare bit of parchment. “I have no idea why James wants to go so badly—he claims he wants to visit Sirius Black's old cell, but somehow I doubt it. I think it's more likely that it has something to do with that 'Marauder Heritage' he claims I missed out on.”

“'Marauder Heritage'?” Scorpius asked with a snort as he sat up and leant against the side of the sofa that faced the fire.

“My late grandfather and Teddy's dad, along with Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew,” Albus explained, closing the distance between them just enough that their outer thighs brushed together. “They called themselves the Marauders when they were in school. Apparently they were notorious for getting themselves into all sorts of trouble, and Sirius was the only Gryffindor of his family, sort of the reverse of me.”

“Sounds like you're not missing out on much, not having that heritage-thing, or whatever it is,” Scorpius said, his voice taking on the familiar Malfoy drawl, which caused Albus to smirk a little.

Albus had always liked coming over to Scorpius's house. Being surrounded by people that wouldn't take the mickey out of him for being sorted into Slytherin always made for a nice change when compared to what he had to put up with at home. His father had always been good about getting his cousins and siblings to leave him alone about it but it still stung. The implication that he was supposed to be evil for being sorted into Voldemort's old house wasn't as upsetting to him as it used to be, but after a while it became exhausting to deal with.

Scorpius Malfoy came from a long line of Slytherins—not all model citizens by any stretch of the word—but his father, Draco, had always been nice to him. Draco always made a point of reminding him that not all Slytherins were set to become the next Dark Lord, which was a small comfort.

“If Dad catches us, I'm dead,” Albus muttered as he stared at the crackling logs in the fire grate. Scorpius hummed his agreement.

“Yeah, if my father hears about this I don't think I'll ever be allowed to socialize with a Potter ever again.”

“You wouldn't be missing much, bunch of pretentious tossers, the lot of them,” Albus said with a grin, while Scorpius reflected his amusement at the remark with a true Malfoy smirk.

Scorpius threw an arm across Albus's shoulders and gave him a small squeeze. “I don't know how you get on with all those Gryffindors running around.”

“It's a test of my patience, believe me,” Albus said, and Scorpius laughed as Albus reached up for the platter that the house elves had left, and grabbed a biscuit.

“Well, if it ever becomes too much,” Scorpius said as he sobered up, “I'll just have to marry you.”

Albus nearly choked on the biscuit in his mouth, and swallowed before he responded.

“Albus Severus Malfoy...” Albus mused with a soft chuckle, “it has a nice ring to it. My Uncle Ron would have a fit.”

“All the more reason, then,” Scorpius said, “irritating Weasleys is practically my family's raison d'être.”

“Need I remind you that I'm technically half a Weasley?” Albus reached up and threaded his fingers with those that were draped over his shoulder.

“Yes, but you're still a Slytherin, so I feel no inclination to irritate you deliberately.” Scorpius leaned in a little closer, after casting a cursory glance to the closed bedroom door.

“You're such a comfort,” Albus replied sarcastically.

“I do what I can,” Scorpius's voice dropped to a low murmur, and their lips met.

~*~

“You know, when I promised to take you guys out to Azkaban, I didn't think I'd be chaperoning a pack of Slytherins,” Teddy said as he looked from Scorpius to Albus, and the pair rolled their eyes at the purple-haired young adult.

“There's only two of us, which would make it a pair, not a pack,” Scorpius pointed out with a scowl, “Somehow, I think you'll find the strength to live on.”

Teddy snorted at Scorpius's comment, while Albus bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

“Come on,” Teddy said, still smiling at them with amusement, “Side-Along Apparition. We can't Apparate inside, but there aren't wards on the island part of the...well, island any more. I'll have to take you guys one at a time though, I don't fancy splinching myself.”

The three teens followed Teddy down the street, away from the Potters’ house, and turned up a tree-lined bike path for a little privacy. About halfway down he stopped and turned to face the three teens.

“All right, who wants to come first?” Teddy asked, and James immediately snickered at the double entendre. Albus and Scorpius exchanged a look, though for the moment kept their remarks to themselves. Teddy grabbed James and muttered something under his breath, to which James grinned. Albus didn't catch all the words, but he had a feeling it was something to the effect of, ' I can't believe you talked me into this.' The pair Disapparated with a sharp crack.

“How long do you think they'll be?” Scorpius asked as he stared at the spot the pair had disappeared from, frowning a little.

“Assuming Teddy didn't mess up, five minutes, give or take?”

“Oh that's reassuring,” Scorpius said, his voice heavy with sarcasm, and Albus smiled weakly at his boyfriend.

Before Albus had a chance to respond verbally to Scorpius's snark Teddy reappeared, his purple hair tousled and windswept, but otherwise he appeared to be fine.

“C'mon Scorp, you next,” Teddy reached out a hand and waggled his fingers, while Scorpius narrowed his eyes at the young man's wolfish grin.

“Don't call me that,” he commanded as he stepped forward and grabbed the young man's hand, his fair skin a stark contrast to Teddy's golden-brown complexion. Another crack and they'd gone, leaving Albus standing alone in the path.

Albus watched the way the sunlight danced over the trees while he waited, and within a minute Teddy was back. Albus smiled a little meekly at his cousin, and took his hand without a word.

When they reappeared, Albus fell forward, his palms biting into the dirt as he gasped for breath. It took less than ten seconds for James to comment on his less-than-stellar landing.

“First time Apparating, eh Al?”

“Shut up James,” Albus grumbled, nodding to Scorpius in thanks as the blond pulled him to his feet. As he regained his equilibrium, and he took his first look around where they'd landed.

A tall, forbidding building made of dark stone was erected directly in the centre of the small island, narrow slats in the stone in the places where windows normally would have been. On the far end of the island Albus could see the edges of a cemetery, the rounded mounds of earth the only indicators that bodies had been buried there at all, given that none of them seemed to carry grave markers of any kind. He was struck suddenly how much darker everything seemed, even though it was still day, and Albus felt a chill run through him.

“Wicked,” James said, brown eyes wide and shining with excitement.

Albus felt his stomach tense with nerves as he looked from his brother and back up to the building before him. Wicked wasn't exactly the word he would have chosen to describe what he was seeing. He exchanged a look with Scorpius, who looked somewhat fearful as he shifted his gaze to Azkaban. Albus wondered if he was perhaps thinking of his grandfather, who had been forced to stay here back when their parents had been in school. While making sure James and Teddy were distracted, Albus reached down and gave Scorpius's hand a small squeeze, which he returned at once.

“C'mon guys,” Teddy said as he turned and waved a hand at Albus and Scorpius. His eyes fell to their clasped hands and both boys went a little red. Teddy however had more tact than certain others that had accompanied them here, and he smiled knowingly while James made a mad dash for the doors. Ignoring the look the Hufflepuff was giving him, Albus voiced his niggling doubt that had been plaguing his mind all morning.

“I dunno, Teddy, I'm not sure this was such a good idea...” Albus said, though couldn't exactly explain why he was struck so suddenly by a feeling that they should not go inside. He had always prided himself on being rational, in thinking things through carefully, and something in his gut was telling him that this was an incredibly bad idea.

“Don't worry so much Al, I'm here if you get locked inside a cell or something. And I know the Patronus Charm if we run into any stray Dementors that slipped past the Ministry's big Dementor purge. You've got nothing to worry about; come on,” Teddy said, clapping him on the shoulder. With a sigh of defeat, Albus let himself be led to the doors of the abandoned prison with Scorpius in tow.

“I'd like to point out that I know that charm too, in case you've forgotten,” Albus muttered as he was steered forward. If Teddy heard his remark, he didn't comment on it.

By the doors, James was hopping from foot to foot. Albus didn't think it was much of a stretch to think his older brother wasn't far off from wetting himself from excitement.

“Hurry up, Al!” James called, while Teddy laughed at the young Gryffindor's exuberance.

“We're coming!” Teddy called back, deliberately slowing down a little, which caused James to groan in frustration.

“Yeah, so's Christmas! C'mon!”

Finally, the would-be responsible adult and the two Slytherins reached the doors to the prison. Albus's feeling of impending doom became more pronounced the closer they got, but he kept his doubts to himself, knowing they would do little to deter James from his determination to break in to the abandoned prison.

Teddy released Albus and stepped up to the doors, whipping out his wand as he went. He tapped the doors and muttered under his breath while the teenagers watched him. He would pause occasionally and mutter, “Oh, very tricky...” before going off again.

After several tense minutes a slow, winning smile spread over Teddy's face and the steel door clicked and opened with an ominous creak. James grinned, but Albus still hadn't managed to shake the feeling of wrongness that plagued him. A hand in his pocket on his wand, the other holding onto to Scorpius, they followed the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff into the building.
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