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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 Twenty Four:

Albus was panicking.

He was sitting in a hallway not far from the hospital wing he had just run from, and though he may have looked utterly content, he was panicking all the same.

He raised pained green eyes towards the magic barrier that now existed between the hospital wing and the near-deserted hallway he now found himself in. Both Madam Pomfrey and Deg watched him with unblinking eyes, the werepanther clutching his shirt as though in distress. Perhaps he was. Every now and again the Medi-witch would raise her hand to try and push against the barrier, her mouth opening in an unheard groan of pain whenever her attempts to breach the wall failed; which was every time.

Albus sighed in the silence of the deserted hall, shaking his head slowly at the pair. Rose had run off to find the Headmistress, though what good that would do Albus had no idea. Being perfectly honest, he would have felt far more useful flooing for Aunt Fleur and his parents. That seemed impossible.

Whatever primitive magic had caused Scorpius to lash out at Deg and run from the Hospital wing in the moments when his labour had begun had allowed only Albus through that strange magical barrier and was also the one thing keeping him in place. Though he saw no logical reason for sitting in the hallway, Scorpius had shut the only chamber's door against him, forcing him to remain outside; and whenever he attempted to pass the barrier to speak with Deg his heart all but split from his chest with panic.

He could only assume that, though he did not wish for anyone to witness the birth, Scorpius needed him near. Albus sighed once more, his head falling into his hands. The pregnancy had gone so smoothly, so perfectly that, aside from the speed, it had seemed like any ordinary pregnancy. Deg had been perfectly certain that Scorpius would not go down the root of every female Veela and search for a nest to birth his child.

They had been almost there, his beautiful husband still smiling even through the beginning pains of labour as he laid back against the crisp, white hospital sheets. It had only been a split second later that his eyes had dissolved to liquid silver and he had pushed Deg from his side and run from them all, disappearing into the only vacant room in the area. Albus stretched his fingers slowly, still able to feel the sting that had lanced through them when he had tried to spell that closed door open.

He cast another look towards the magic barrier, his mouth twisting in a grimace when he saw not only McGonagall, but his father looking back at him. How Rose had gotten a hold of one of the ministry's top aurors in the middle of the week was unknown to him, but she had. She stood beside his father looking in on him with a small, frightened smile.

Albus smiled back softly, before raising his shoulders in a helpless gesture. His father held up a placating hand, one corner of his mouth quirked up as he breathed in deeply, and let it out again; a plea for Albus to remain calm. The younger Potter nodded quickly, before a cry of pain ripped through the air and his eyes widened.

He stood suddenly, his hands pressed against the smooth wood of the door that had been pressed against his back. He breathed deeply, his pulse racing and his eyes blind to the people behind the barrier. He had thoughts only for his mate and his mate was in pain.

Another shrill cry ripped through the air, piercing and pleading and causing Albus' palm to slap against the wood in frustration. "Let me in!" he yelled suddenly, "Damn it, Score, let me in!"

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Scorpius was in agony.

His clothes lay strewn about the abandoned classroom, only his shirt by his side. Each stab of pain forced his teeth to clench and his back to arch, until they grew too painful to bear in silence.

He shrieked as they drew closer together, his hands clutching his swollen stomach. Distantly, he could hear his mate clawing at the door and though he longed to have Albus near, some baser instinct within his magic held that wooden door shut tight. His mind seemed no longer his, lost in strange thoughts and simple words in a way that he could not move his lips to form the words that would let Albus know that he was fine.

Every instinct was focused on the child. His child. He had to keep him safe, protected.

He shrieked again, one final time, before arching his spine from the floor and wrapping his wings around himself in a soft, safe cacoon.

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The door had opened.

Albus glanced at his own hand, his palm swollen and red from where it had collided over and over again with the wood. Confused green eyes glanced once more to the door. One soft click and all noise had vanished, so suddenly that his ears felt muffled, his brain a sluggish second behind his actions as he pushed the wood open with the tips of his fingers.

The room was doused in darkness. The only window, a slit on high was not enough to see by, but enough to highlight the pale, shimmering figure crouched in the very back of the abandoned classroom.

"Score?"

Pale wings trembled softly, wrapped so tightly around the Veela that not a sliver of flesh could be seen. Albus shut the door behind him, shutting off the bright glow of the hallway and closing both himself and Scorpius away. His steps, when he moved forward, were slow, tentative. His stance was tense, his every instinct screaming at him not to startle his mate, not to frighten him away.

"Scorpius..."

A low keen, a curious sound, as though the Veela was unsure whether to hide or let himself be seen. Feathers parted only enough to allow Albus a view of a pair of bright silver eyes narrowed in suspicion. He crouched gently, his own gaze locking with his husband's before he offered a small smile.

Wings drew back almost instantly, snapping open to reveal Scorpius' bare form and the tiny bundle he now clasped in his arms. Albus could do little but stare; his mouth agape as Scorpius inched closer, wrapping a solid wing around his tall mate as he held out slender arms that shook from exhaustion. Strong arms gripped the Veela around the waist before he could stumble, pulling him close and drawing him onto his lap. Scorpius' eyes had begun to dull, to shrink back to a more human touch.

Albus rocked him slowly as they sat there, in the darkened room, his eyes never once leaving the bundle cradled in his mate's arms.
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