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Set the World on Fire	By : jessebarbieheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 3701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of her delicious characters. Though I wish I could, I will never make proffit from this lovely fic. Nor do I own the rights to Fun's song "We Are Young".

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A/N: A couple things. First, this chapter's, again, loosely based off a song. You have to look quite hard to see it, but the song is "Sweet Dreams" by Annie Lennox. Mostly because I was having a hard time finding a song I thought it seemed like... My apologies for that. Second, I know everyone was surprised by the ending of the last chapter. Truthfully, so was I. My whole direction for this fic has changed. So I've had to change a lot of things about the way I was going to do things. The first thing I have to change is the title. You may have noticed it change if you recieve alerts on the story. So the new, permanent title is going to be "Set the World on Fire". It better describes my new direction, while still remaining in the theme of basing off Fun's song. Lastly, chapter updates may take just a little bit longer. I have a ton of research to do with this new direction. But I will try as hard as I can to get them out as fast as I possibly can!

Sorry for the winded note, but now you may enjoy and I have everything off my chest. Read onward!

After having woken alone in his bed late that night, Albus hadn't seen a single sign of Scorpius. It was nearing on a week, and there was no word from the other. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened to make him pass out this time. The last he could remember, no matter how many times he went over it, he was telling Scorpius he liked him. After that, a blank spot cloaked him up until he woke from a dark nightmare at his mother's.

The dream had almost scared him as much as not knowing what had happened. It was dark and sinister. But the worst part wasn't how evil it felt. It was the fact that he couldn't shake the realness of it. This didn't feel like it existed in another world.

So horrified by this nightmare was Albus that he couldn't sleep for days. He honestly couldn't do a thing. All he could muster was to eat at appropriate times and to alternate reading books on the history of the ministry for magic with staring off into deep space.

No matter how many days passed by, Albus found that he couldn't shake the images running over and over in his head. He looked haggard and smelt horrid. By the time a week had fully passed, he finally felt he should tell someone. Maybe they could help to alleviate the fear so wrought inside of him. They could tell him that it was nothing, just some image his mind had foolishly conjured up.

But who?

The first choice on his list was Scorpius. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to run to the Malfoy and tell him everything. Every dirty secret, held desire, wanton thought he had. At the thought of doing this, however, an unidentifiable wave flowed through him. Without reason, he knew that this was something he couldn't do yet. Scorpius was unavailable. He shivered; putting it out of his mind as he somehow knew he should.

The next option on his list was almost too obvious. It was no secret that his father had dealt with dark magic in the past. It was why he had been Head Auror almost straight out of the last wizarding war. Just recently, he had retired from that line of work. It was his gift to James upon his graduation – his father's safety. So, if anyone knew what to say to console him, it would be Harry. Hopefully.

After running a quick hygienic spell over himself, Albus flooed to the small apartment. He didn't even think before stepping out of the small fireplace, taking a scope of the sitting room. "Dad...?" he asked softly, walking through the rest of the room that conjoined to the kitchen. Nothing. But the labored sounds coming from the master bedroom were a good hint as to why. He rolled his eyes, making sure to stop his feet to alert the adults of his presence.

A couple loud shuffles and his dad was poking his head out the door, face flushed and hair an absolute mess. "Albus," he said in a hoarse whisper. It was clear that he was doing some 'hard work' in there by the angry welts on his neck and the way his lips protruded more than normal. He cleared his throat and wiped sweat from his brow before questioning, "What are you doing here?"

Albus' heart panged, seeing the obvious desperation in his father's eyes to finish what he was doing. It wasn't that much of a stretch to assume Mr. Malfoy was in there as well. Apparently he came first.

Fists balling in anger, he turned on his heel, heading back for the fireplace. It was a mistake to ever think he could reply on his father for anything. "Never mind. Go back to fucking. Your kids don't need you or anything." He kicked out at the wall, not even giving the hole he'd created a second look.

"Albus Severus Potter!"

Slowly and with every ounce of strength he could muster at this point, Al turned back towards his father. He was fully clothed; sweat staining the back and armpits of his white t-shirt. Arms crossed, he stared down at his son. Instantly, regret for what he'd said settled into the belly of the younger Potter's stomach. He was paranoid and angry, which caused him to be irrational with his own dad. "Sorry," he said, eyes falling to the floor in the epitome of a scolded child. "I thought..."

Harry sighed, sitting on the couch and patting the cushion beside him. His son rushed over, curling up to him. It was like he was young again, seeking comfort in the safest place he knew. "I was rearranging my furniture, Al. You know, for a change of scenery. I was only surprised to see you. You kids hardly ever come visit me for no reason," Harry explained gently, including the rest of his children to show just how much that hurt him.

Sighing softly, Albus nodded and closed his eyes. He felt horrible for assuming something like that. His dad had never pushed them aside for anything. Especially not a lover. He cared about his children. To assume otherwise was just cruel. "I'm sorry, Dad. I'm just... I haven't slept in a week," he whispered, scared as he was forced to think on the reason.

"That's not healthy. If you're worried about your coming position at the ministry, then I suggest you don't do it. It's not worth losing sleep over. You could find something you'd love to do more. You're a talented boy."

"No, no," Albus assured his dad. "That's the least of my worries..." He sighed, not sure how to explain it. It sounded a bit childish now that he was here, worrying so much on a mere dream.

Harry rubbed small circles into Albus' back and kissed the top of his messy hair. "Albus... No matter what it is, I can handle it. I can help. I'm your father. It's what I'm here for. You don't have to worry, I promise you."

With that reassurance, Albus nodded and began to spill it all out. "I had a dream about a week ago. No... Not a dream, a nightmare. Except, well, it just felt too real. And I know that sounds stupid-"

"Don't for a moment think that it's stupid. And don't write this dream off." Harry's body was stiff and he had stopped with his sweet gestures. As Albus studied him, he noted the manic, nearly terrified look in his eyes. This was something he'd never seen from either parent before. They had always remained cool, calm, and collected. The voices of reason when anything threatened to go wrong. So the fact that just the start of his explanation had brought on this type of response did nothing to quell the fears so deeply wrought in the younger man.

"I, um..." Albus couldn't help the tears falling down his cheeks. He stood, wringing his hands as he paced in front of the couch. He quickly wiped at his eyes, trying to take a deep, steadying breath before continuing. "Well, it started in this...graveyard. There wasn't anyone around. So...I think I was seeing through the eyes of the person going there. But...he... I moved a mass of dirt at this freshly dug grave. From way down at the bottom, I took a pinch of the soil. Then there was some sort of flash. It must have been me...him apparating because we were somewhere different. I was in a...dark, dirty place. It smelt dank and...almost like metal. There was this white star thing in a circle on the ground. It was grainy...like it was made of salt? I sat down in the middle. The air filled with a different scent. I think it was incense. And then... I was chanting for...so long. It was creepy. I could feel...these spirits, these things around me. It made me feel so uncomfortable. And then...I woke up." He frowned, sinking back down next to his dad and curling up to him again.

It felt like a giant weight had been lifted just by rambling it out. He was still a bit scared, but suddenly he felt he could sleep. Exhaustion was nestled deep in his bones and he felt his eyes sliding closed. But Harry's soft words in his ears kept him awake. Especially since he sounded so, so scared.

"Albus... You're one hundred percent sure you weren't actually doing these things? That you were just witnessing them through someone's eyes." Harry's body was tensed up like a spring beside Al. He turned to look up at his father, nodding gently, afraid to say anything else to upset him. Harry cleared his throat, looking away and down at the floor as he thought. "Okay...go home. Get some sleep." He gently mussed the already messy mass of black hair, attempting to be reassuring. "Your dream...it's nothing to worry about. It's probably just some messed up nightmare."

No matter what his father said, Albus couldn't shake the feeling he had right now. He'd seen this, he was sure. There was something about what he was going through that Harry had undoubtedly been through himself. But he stood without a word, leaning down to gently kiss his father's cheek. "Thanks, Dad. Um...can you ask Mr. Malfoy to tell Scorpius I miss him?" He bit his lip gently and attempted a smile. But with his heart so tired from this mess, he couldn't quite get it right.

"Sure. He said Scorpius was on a vacation to his grandparents' this last week," Harry said, clearly distracted. "He should be home soon." He rested back, returning the same, weary grin. "I'll have him come visit you in Godric's Hollow. But right now I want you to go home and sleep. Put that dream out of your head. It's nothing."

The lack of surety in Harry's voice did nothing to convince Albus as he gathered himself and returned home.

~*~

That night, Albus had slept for what felt like years. He had not one dream the whole time. The talk with his father had done well to settle his sleeping mind. But the moment he woke, he found that all of the worries returned tenfold. And his ache to see Scorpius was more intense. The week had passed fully now. Along with the time elapse came a need for the other. It was no longer a subtle remembrance that he was alone. Instead, there was this deep, full need.

He had this feeling that it would all be resolved soon, though. A feeling that became true quicker than expected.

"Albus, you have a visitor," Ginny said gently as he descended the stairs, yawning and attempting to get his hair to lie flat. The hygiene spell had done nothing the day before to ungreased it, apparently because it stuck up in the strangest ways. He looked up in surprise, the platinum blonde hair catching his eye instantly.

"Oh!" Albus ducked back up and into his room, blushing like a cherry tomato. He showered quickly and put on fresh clothes before even attempting to face Scorpius again. And when he did, the grin playing at his lips only brought the flush back to the Potter boy's cheeks. He fingered a wave gently and avoided the way his mother was watching them.

Scorpius raised his brow and nodded towards the door. "We should go grab some lunch, Al..."

"Albus, one moment, please." Stepping towards her son, Ginny held out a letter. "You have mail from the Ministry."

Eyes wide and worried, Albus snatched up the letter. He was at the door, opening it before he'd even realized what he was doing. "Thanks, Mum! See you later." They were outside in the softly drizzling rain within seconds, Al ripping the letter open without hesitation. His eyes scanned it eagerly, face falling with every passing sentence.

Throughout, Scorpius stood off to the side, watching the small puddles forming on the cobblestone streets. He almost didn't seem to care about the anguish so painfully written into the lines of his boyfriend's face. Like he was expecting it.

"The Minister..." Albus let out a broken sob, stepping closer to the other male. He reached for his arm, seeking comfort. "He changed his mind about the internship."

"What internship?" Scorpius' voice was hollow, almost mechanical. He didn't take a second to look down at Al. His eyes were solely trained on the grey pools.

"I had an internship with the Minister himself, Scorpius! Merlin, maybe if you didn't disappear completely for a week I could have told you that! What's with that, by the way? I don't remember a thing about what happened at the park. I said I liked you. That's it. What happened a week ago? And why the hell couldn't you come to see me just once since then? I had something I had wanted to talk to you about." There was now a hint of disdain to the way Albus spoke, matched with the hurt he was feeling. Maybe a dash of confusion, as well.

Sympathy crept into Scorpius' slate eyes as he turned to look down at the other. In nearly a whisper, he said, "Albus, look at me." He tilted his chin upward and pressed a gentle kiss to the stuttering lips. "Relax. I was at my grandparents'. It means a lot to my grandfather that I take time away from the rest of the world and give me some attention. But I'm back now. What happened at the park was nothing. You passed out. Again. I took you to your mother's. I didn't have the time to explain where I was going. But I'm here now. That counts for something, right?" He winked at him, leaning in to steal another kiss. This one was more passionate, aided by the slip of tongue to teeth.

Albus gasped, once again caught off guard. He tried to take a step back, but Scorpius' arm around his waist held him in place. Eyes wide, he looked around to make sure no one was looking. Luckily Godric's Hollow was a quiet village. Upon realizing they were completely alone, as far as he cared, he shifted up into the embrace. His fingers found the other man's belt loops, hooking onto them with a satisfied sigh. All worries about his lost job and how alone he had been the last few days disappeared. For the moment, they didn't matter.

Other thoughts began to consume him, instead. He had the urge to run away with Scorpius forever. To never look back. To...do his bidding?

A bit stunned, Albus attempted to back from the taller man again. He mumbled against the needy crush of lips, "We need to talk."

Scorpius sighed, nearly pushing Al away from him. His sexual longing was blatantly obvious in the way his fists clenched at his sides. He raked his fingers hastily through his perfectly slicked back hair and turned away for a moment. As if he were trying to keep himself composed. "What is it, Albus?" he hissed, barely heard over the sudden crack of thunder that rang through the air.

Albus jumped, looking up at the sky. It had turned from a light grey to a roiling black mass of clouds almost in an instant. He swallowed hard, shying away from the lightning that seemed all too close. There was this sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach that the weather was reflecting the angered look upon the other's face. He gently reached out to touch Scorpius' hand and whispered, "I just want to clear a few things up. Like why I feel so attached to you after years of rivalry. Or... Blimey, I don't know. There's just so many things going on right now that I don't quite understand. And you haven't even given me a chance to grieve for the loss of the most important job I've ever had lined up for myself."

"First of all, you're with a Malfoy now. I won't hear of you even having a job. Put it out of your mind." With a simple, cutting look from Scorpius, Al had no problem with this command. The thought seemed to leave his head with no more provocation. "I can take care of you, Albus. I have more than enough money and whatever else you may need." His expression softened a bit, the air around them calming at this simple change. "I cannot say why you feel so attached to me. That is for you to...figure out on your own." A signature Malfoy grew upon his mischievous lips. "What I can say is I need you by my side at all times, Albus."

The words were sweet enough. There was obvious a romantic edge to them. But Albus couldn't help but to feel the shiver that ran down his spine at the bite of possession they held. Nor could he resist stepping closer to the other man. Just as before, he felt the urge to run away with Scorpius and never look back. He wanted to do anything and everything he was told. In a way, he felt like a willing slave to him.

"I'll take your silence for submission." Scorpius chuckled and Albus found his breath absolutely stolen away at the sound of it. He softly nodded, knowing that he really was giving in fully to him. "Great. Then we can get on with the rest of this."

Without further explanation, the blonde grabbed his partner's arms. They disappeared from their spot in the Godric's Hollow, reappearing in an alley of another village. Frowning, Albus took a step towards the opening and looked around. People milled by in the streaming sun of the early afternoon. No one seemed in much of a hurry to be any particular place. But he did note that they all looked happy and carefree. "Where are we?" he asked softly, flicking his gaze momentarily back to Scorpius.

Confidently, Scorpius strode out onto the street and beckoned the other with a wave of his hand. "Come. I have something to show you."

As they walked down the length of the street, up towards a hill, Albus took note of where they were. He saw a sign welcoming them into Little Hangleton, but couldn't quite place where that was. By the accents of those passing by, he assumed they were still in England somewhere. "Scor?" he probed gently, attempting to keep up with the other's long strides.

"Hush. We are almost there."

After a few minutes' trek, they finally reached a gate. Upon the wrought iron was a large, delicate 'R'. Albus reached up to run his fingers over the letter, but the gates swung open before he had the chance. Scorpius strode through confidently, not waiting to see if his company would follow. He knew there was no question that Albus would.

Albus was tired of the silence. He had so many questions, walking by the graves that lay at the bottom of the hill. But Scorpius wouldn't give him an answer, so he didn't dare try asking again. Instead, he merely followed while staring around in fascination. There was a small cottage at the edge of the grounds, but that wasn't what caught the man's eyes. The manor that sat upon the top of the hill was more breath-taking than the lush greenery or lavish gardens dotted around the yards. He smiled, bending down to pick up a delicate wildflower and sniffed at its perfume.

The outside stone of the house was a bit overgrown, which Albus could readily see as they were now only a few feet from it. Eyes narrowed, he reached out to pull at a vine, finding it crinkled and fell off under his touch. But even through the decrepit outside, he still found he could see some beauty in the structure. There was something about this building that exuded power no matter what state it was in. The raw feeling of it coursing through him took his breath away.

He smiled over at Scorpius who had stopped a few feet from the door, staring up at the gorgeous old-fashioned front door. Eagerly, he crossed the gap between them, taking the paler hand in his. Waiting for answers.

"Welcome to our new home," the blonde simply said, a wicked grin teasing at the corner of his lips.

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