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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: First off this chapter is based on Flyleaf's "I'm So Sick". It's actually quite obvious if you compare against lyrics. Also, I just want to warn everyone that from this chapter one, things will be getting VERY dark. If you don't like non-consexual sex, abuse, dark elements, pagan rituals, etc. I suggest you don't read further. But I beg for you to give it a chance. You won't regret it. Pinky swear. That's it. ENJOY.

Albus blinked at Scorpius, unable to comprehend the five, simple words that had come out of his perfectly shaped mouth. They should have been easy to understand. It wasn't a complicated notion. But, for some reason, he just didn't get it. Frowning, he just continued to stare at the man who had dared to utter such a complicated sentence.

"Albus Potter, did I scare you?" Scorpius laughed softly and grabbed the other's arm, pulling him closer. "Or did you just not hear me through the overwhelming rush of power coming from this...amazing house?" He dominated the other's neck with a teasing bite before pulling back and taking a good sniff of the summer's air.

The rush of supremacy increased by over a hundred percent as Albus rested into the blonde's chest. He couldn't help but to smile gently and just accept what was going on. Accept without a single question or care in the world that this was their house. "It's...gorgeous!" he said with a gentle titter.

"My grandfather bought it for me. He said, since I'm an adult now, that I need a home of my own. To start my own life in. I couldn't imagine a better place..." For a moment, Scorpius lost himself in thought, staring down at the graveyard below. The glint in his eye was inspiring, causing Al to hold him tighter. This brought the other back to life, coming back to look up at the house again. "And you are going to come start an adult life with me."

Albus nodded instinctively, circling his arms up around the other's neck. "Yes, I am," he whispered, leaning up on tip-toe to press their lips together. But the kiss didn't last long. He wasn't allowed the luxury of assertion. Scorpius pulled back, striding off down the walk back towards the gate again.

"Come, Albus."

His legs carrying him along, Al followed like a love-sick puppy. He caught up after a few panicked strides and grabbed the delicate hand. His heart whole as they conjoined and walked down to the graveyard. There weren't many graves within, and mostly all had the name Riddle upon them. Curious, he stooped to examine a few of the smaller ones, trying to understand more about where they were going to be living soon. But never once did he let go of the hand anchoring him to his new look at reality.

Their steps didn't halt until the two men came upon an unmarked grave. Scorpius reached out with his free hand, touching the grey stone with a dark, twisted smile. "We have big plans to carry out, Albus." His hand closed, nails scratching into the blank marker. Where his manicured nails touched, five short lines burned against grey. They were red hot for a long moment while the blonde hissed out a low, creeping sound. Once he hushed, the heat cooled but left the clawed gashes. "But they will have to wait... We have moving to do, yes?"

He turned away from the grave with a sadistic grin, adding, "After this." Possessively, Scorpius made the same clawing motion at Albus' chest, dragging him forward. Al could feel the burn digging into his skin, but couldn't bring himself to flinch. Instead, he stared directly into the silver eyes so intensely watching him. He knew, though, if he were to look down he'd see the hot need flowing through Scorpius' fingertips, burning him with their dominance. "You're such a good, little consort," Scorpius said on a breath of wind, laying his palm flat over the burns he'd made. They ceased their angry smart and glow, cooled by a feeling Albus would have likened to ice upon a fire.

"C-consort?"

Scorpius winked, backing Albus up against the burned grave. He leaned in and eagerly took what was his. His lips dominated the vulnerable ones before him. To suppress any coming objections, he let go of the hand so eagerly gripping his and tangled it in the mess of black hair before him. He yanked hard, forcing Al to part his lips so his tongue could eagerly explore.

Whimpering gently, Albus scrambled for purchase upon the smooth stone. He wasn't attempting to get away. All he wanted was to be able to kiss his lover back with less difficulty. His head felt like it was on fire and the place on his chest ached worse than he could remember anything hurting before. "S-Scor... Please...p-please..." He gently pushed at the other's chest, merely wanting him to let up a little.

Although this was a little fast and rough, he didn't even want to say 'no'.

Scorpius growled warningly and pressed even harder into the body below him. His half-formed urging dug threateningly into Albus' crotch. His hand disentangled from the dark strands and moved down to the thin neck close at hand. Its presence was once more a threat to behave. That Albus had no choice but to do what he wanted. To go along with it.

Within a couple seconds, this was being put to the test. Albus was flipped over to a top position, Scorpius' zipper below his hovering mouth. He panted slowly, attempting to breathe with the soft, yet demanding, constriction to his throat. "Scorpius, what...?" he questioned, but was cut off by the strong hands pulling him closer. He winced, nose catching upon the sharp edges of his zipper. The drop of blood that fell onto the pair of dark trousers before him was enough to bring him out of the compliant haze he was in.

Albus sat up quickly, bringing his fingers up to the cut upon the tip of his nose. He pulled them away, the angry red smear upon them bringing on a soft gasp. "Scorpius!"

The pale blonde rolled his eyes and crossed his arms behind his head. Lounging upon the dirt of the grave like this, he looked so princely and perfect. "Relax, Albus. It's a tiny scratch. You will live."

"What were you going to do? Force me to suck you off?" Albus glared, scooting back upon the earth in a desperate attempt to get away. "I thought you weren't that type of person?" He called back to their conversation a week ago, hurt that he seemed to have been lying.

"Did you say 'no'?" Scorpius asked lazily, watching the clouds go by in the skies.

This question threw Albus off a little bit. He frowned, stopping all movement. Had he said anything to get the other to stop? Running over the last few minutes, he concluded that he hadn't. His mouth closed and opened like a water-starved fish. One eyebrow raise from Scorpius had him immediately jamming it back shut. "I guess not," he muttered, crawling closer once more. "You hurt me, though..." He sighed, shaking his head and lying down beside him, head on the chiseled chest.

"I like control."

It was the only explanation Scorpius saw as necessary for he remained quiet in the minutes spanning afterwards. Albus nodded slowly, a portrait of confusion.

"Don't try to overthink it, Albus." Scorpius sat up and pushed Albus off to the side. He stood, wiping the dirt off his priceless clothing. "I like control. Simple as that. Let's go." He reached down, grabbing Al by the collar, causing him to scramble to his feet. "We need to go to our separate houses and pack."

"What?" Albus stumbled after him, fixing his the overstretched neck of his shirt. "Today?"

Again, Scorpius growled and rounded on the other. "Yes, today! I told you, there are things that need to be done. And they need to be done soon. So we have to move today! Do you understand now, Albus?" His steely grey eyes bore deeper, sharper holes into his chest than his fingers had done minutes previous.

Albus winced at Scorpius' rough tone. He stopped his steps towards the gate, hands on his hips. "And what exactly do I tell my mother?"

It was obvious, by the dangerous look that crossed over Scorpius' whole being, that he was less than impressed with Albus standing up to him. He seethed through his perfect teeth, "You tell her that you love the fuck out of me, Albus. You tell her them you are moving in with me no matter what she says. But you do not tell her where we are moving to. You tell no one this. And if anyone tries to stop you, you curse them, get your things, and leave. You will do this just as I have said."

Without question, Albus nodded and hooked his arm with the other's. "Sorry...of course." His lips pulled up into a worry-free smile. That sounded perfect. He would tell his parents that he was doubtlessly devoted to Scorpius. That he loved him beyond all reason. Because he certainly did.

If he had been thinking for himself, he would have most definitely noticed how sketchy that sounded. He and Scorpius had been...a thing for nothing more than a week. Before that, they had competed against each other for everything. But now he was so ready to accept that he was absolutely taken with Scorpius.

The two men walked back to their alleyway they arrived at initially before apparating back to Godric's Hallow. They stopped for a quick, quiet lunch at a small café, and then headed back to Albus' home. He looked up at the house he'd grown up in with a mixture of bliss and recollection playing on his face. At his side, he gripped the strong hand in his. "I'm going to miss this place..."

Scorpius less-than-gently ushered him up towards the door. "Come back to our home at ten tonight. I will be waiting." He turned on his fashionable heel and walked away, leaving the delicious clicking sound of his shoes on the road in his wake.

"O...kay..." With a frown stuck to his lips, Albus walked into the house and plopped down into a plush armchair. He pulled off his shoes before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. The haze over his mind, however, didn't clear no matter how many times he pulled air into his lungs.

"Albus...are you alright, dear?"

Slowly, Al opened his eyes and nodded at his mother. His eyes had a shifty, dull look to them as he surveyed the glass of water out to him. He accepted it, taking a refreshing sip. "Thanks, Mum." His voice held the same lifeless quality as his eyes.

A fact Ginny picked up on right away. She narrowed her eyes, watching him skeptically. "You're welcome. Did you have fun with...the Malfoy boy?" She raised a brow, hesitant with every fiber of her being.

"Yes."

The simple, one-word answer was clearly not enough for this probing mother. She crossed her arms, a little more firm with her words this time, "Is something going on, Albus?"

"No."

"Okay, I know you're an adult, but I'm still your mother." She sat down beside him, gently grazing a touch over his nose. "You have a cut here. And you're not acting yourself. I know that you would never do anything private or personal with Scorpius Malfoy. You can't stand him. Or, at least, you couldn't when you graduated a few weeks ago. Would you mind explaining to me what's going on?"

In the time it took for his mother to get that out, Albus' expression went from docile to absolutely enraged. One hand was balled at his side, the other threatening to break the glass he was still holding. His eyes darkened their foggy appearance, cutting her a sidelong glare. Through gritted teeth, he bit, "I am in love with Scorpius, mother. He asked me to move in with him today. I am going to. I just came back to pack. As for the cut, I walked into a wall, because I'm a clumsy idiot." He pushed up off the couch, legs aching from how tense he was as he walked to his bedroom door.

Al stopped short, catching sight of his father in the doorframe. He was leaning so casually, surveying the scene so mildly, that the boy hadn't noticed him straight away. They stared at each other for a long moment before Harry spoke soothingly, "You love him? After a week? Are you sure that's entirely reasonable?"

"I-it hasn't just been a week!" Though he meant to shout, Albus' lack of conviction caused the timbre of his voice to fail.

Harry pushed up off the doorframe, striding over to his son. He played with the familiar haphazard locks of hair for a moment, then sighed wistfully. "Then how long has it been?"

Years...

The hiss in his ear caused Albus to jump slightly, but he knew it was meant to be helpful. Someone was coaching him. He stepped back from his father, pushing his hair out of his face. "What's Dad doing here?" he rounded on his mother, attempting to steer the conversation around so he could gather himself just a little bit.

"Your father came to spend some time with his children. But none of you were home." Ginny stood, crossing her arms in front of her to keep her hands from shaking. "Now, don't change the subject. How long has it been, Albus?"

"Years! Scorpius and I have been together for years, okay? Since before Dad and Mr. Malfoy even started sleeping together, I bet! And I love him, Dad. I do. I've loved him since I met him." The words flowed through him automatically. The soft voice in his head spoke effortlessly through him. It was like he shared a soul with this voice.

Dumbfounded, Harry turned to face his ex-wife. It seemed they were having the same thought. They both knew the signs all too well. "Albus...," Ginny said cautiously, taking steps towards their son. Her hand was slightly outstretched, wanting so badly for her suspicions to be wrong. "Albus, dear, did he hurt you? Did Scorpius...curse you in some way?"

"He wouldn't know if he was cursed, Ginny!" Harry snapped, pulling out his wand just in case.

A warning pang coursed through Albus' heart. He had to steer the conversation away from this subject. The voice in his head kept whispering of its danger. How they could ruin everything if they were allowed to keep probing. "Mother! Of course I'm not cursed! Is that what you asked Dad when he wanted to leave you for Mr. Malfoy? Did you ask him if he was bloody cursed?" As hard as he tried to be convincing, the worry in his voice betrayed him. It did nothing to stifle his parents' curiosity and worry.

Ginny closed the distance between them, pulling her boy into a fierce embrace. "If your father had been acting as out of sorts as you are, I would have questioned it. But this is different..." She pulled back, looking into his lifeless, emerald eyes. "Do you have any...blank patches in your memory? Times when you blacked out or can't remember what happened?"

A notion of recognition nagged at the pit of Albus' stomach. He did have that. He couldn't remember what had happened a week ago today in the park. But he easily pushed this aside the moment the front door opened. Scorpius' face brought a bright grin to his lips. He ran across the room, nearly bowling his boyfriend over as he threw his arms around him.

"Shh, it's okay," the blonde said gently, attempting to halt the sobs wracking the small body against his. "They're just worried..."

"This was a private conversation, young Malfoy," Ginny seethed. She watched the way the boy – for he was no man, in her eyes – held her son. It was possessive and reeked of abuse. She wouldn't stand for this, even if she could see Harry melting at the sight. He didn't know how to look beneath the surface at things like this. He had never been in her shoes.

The malicious glint in Scorpius' eye was momentary, but Ginny would not have missed it as he looked up at her. His arm remained fastened around Albus' waist, but he no longer held him to his chest. At his side, he was in plain view for both parents to see. To see that he was in no obvious harm. "Mrs. Potter, I-"

"Weasley," she cut in sharply. She looked aghast at even the notion of still keeping her ex-husband's sir name.

"I apologize." Scorpius nodded his head gently in her direction, seeming truly apologetic. "Miss Weasley, I mean absolutely no harm to Albus. Honestly, I love him. It's why I stuck around outside. I wanted to make sure everything went smoothly when he told you of our plan. It's because I care about him deeply. He's a wonderful man with...many amazing qualities. He's smart and beautiful and...innocent. Albus is everything I could ever want." He took a brave step forward, sending a sickly smile Ginny's way. "You see, my grandfather bought me a house just recently. He feels that since I am an adult now, it is important for me to detach myself from my parents. To become independent." His softly squeezed his lover's side and pressed a kiss into his hair. "I asked Albus to move in with me because I want the same for him. I want him to be every bit the man he has the potential to be. And in order for him to accomplish this, he needs to move out of his dear Mummy's house." The chiding tone to his voice was unmistakable, but he caught himself and continued in a more refined manner. "You see, Albus lost his internship with the Minister. He was quite distraught. I figured if he and I were to live together, I could support him until he finds another job. I would support him even if he chose to remain unemployed. But, as I said before, he has so much potential..." Again, his lips took on an uncanny curl at the edges. He shifted his gaze over to Harry before finishing. "All I want is for Albus to be happy. I believe I could provide that happiness."

In the silence that followed Scorpius' speech, Harry rubbed tiredly at the bridge of his nose. He didn't know what to think. Yes, it was out of character for Albus to look so worn down. But right now, with the blonde boy at his side, he looked the happiest he'd ever been. The thought that he looked like a younger version of himself and Draco also passed through his mind. And once that was there, he couldn't do a thing to stop this. He sighed gently, nodding his consent and waving his hand softly in Ginny's direction. "Ginny, let it go..."

"You can't be serious!" Ginny rounded on Harry, red hair whipping around her like an angry flame. "That boy is clearly controlling our son! I've been cursed before. I know what it's like to have dark magic controlling your every move, Harry! I know that Albus is under some sort of curse! And you're just going to stand by and watch it happen?"

"Mum...?" Albus stepped forward, out of Scorpius' hold with a second of difficultly. He crossed to his mother and enveloped her in a comforting hug. "James moved out right after he graduated. This is no different, except...I'm moving in with someone I love. I know you're scared that you're losing me. But you're not. I promise I'll visit. And you'll still have Lily for a couple more years." He gave her a charming smile, boring into her with those bright green eyes.

Ginny pulled away roughly, glaring over at the Malfoy boy. He returned her look with a sneaking wink as he took Al's hand. "I will not stand by and let my boy be taken from me by such a foul person!"

"You don't have a choice." Albus, dragging Scorpius along behind him, strode past her and up the stairs to his room. He locked the door behind him, falling against it with an overwhelmed sigh. The sounds of his parents fighting drifted through the floorboards. It was all he could do not to groan and fall into a pitiful clump on the floor.

"Very good show," Scorpius whispered into Albus' ear before pulling away and looking around his room. It was in a state of reckless abandon that caused his nose to wrinkle. He pulled a small bag from his pocket, setting it on the floor. After a careless wave of his wand, the contents of the room (albeit furniture) packed themselves neatly into the bag.

Albus watched, fascinated by the way everything fit into such a small space. Although he had grown up in the wizarding world, small things like this still amazed him. Especially when he was in such a rundown and haggard state. "Brilliant," he breathed as the last shoe slipped inside.

Chuckling, Scorpius effortlessly picked up the bag, drew its drawstrings, and slipped it into the other's hand. "It's a simple charm. It can fit everything you need and still remain as light as a pouch of Sickles."

The two stood in silence for a moment, listening as Ginny began screaming in her fury. By the sound of it, she wanted to go to the Minister. She wanted to have tests run on Albus to make sure he was fine. No matter how many ways Harry tried to get her to look at it, she couldn't see it the way Scorpius wanted her to. She could see right past his front of a boy hopelessly in love. His jaw squared tighter and tighter with every passing insult to his carefully laid precautions.

"Your mother is absolutely mad..."

Albus frowned, lightly gripping the door handle. He wanted so very much to run out into the sitting room and throw his arms around his Mum. To comfort her and tell her that everything was okay. But he was being held in this room by something more than fear of facing his parents again. He looked over at Scorpius, biting his lip. "Did you..." He cleared his throat and looked away as those icy eyes met his. "Earlier...before you came in... Did you...speak into my mind?" he questioned softly, frowning at just how ridiculous the accusation sounded on his tongue.

The laugh that Scorpius gave in return was startling, causing Albus to back up a few steps. He swallowed hard, surveying that terrifying beauty on every inch of him. "Speak into your mind? Oh, Albus, I thought you were smarter than that." The blonde followed his frantic getaway. "Are you scared? What scares you right now, Albus? That I might have access to your mind?" He tsked softly, catching up with Al and grabbing ahold of his jaw. He pulled their faces closer, murmuring quietly into the air between them, "You have nothing to fear with me, Albus. I may be able to get inside your head...but I would never truly harm you." As Albus tried to wrench his face away, Scorpius pressed their lips softly together.

Al thought again of the scratch on his nose. The way Scorpius was forcing him earlier. But just as he was trying to recall those images, they wiped away. They were replaced by soothing thoughts of his love and devotion to this man. A dopey grin slid over his face and he was compliant once more.

He was absolutely hopeless to try and fight the hold Scorpius had over him.

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