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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 Four:

Albus glanced up just in time to see a pale, slender figure dart past the compartment door and he frowned. He heard Rose sigh beside him and he looked at her sharply. "What happened to him?" The red head's brown eyes were clouded and her mouth was a frown.

"He came to his senses" Albus said sarcastically, stretching his long legs out before him and resting them on the opposite seat. With Lily joining her own friends, the cart seemed oddly empty this year.

Rose sighed again. "Didn't he answer any of your letters?"

Albus' eyes softened and he slowly shook his head. "Not one. Brace yourself, Rosie, we're in for another year of being avoided by our best friend." The red head dropped her chin into her palm as the train began to pull away from the station, "I just want to know what happened to make him suddenly dislike us."

Albus wrapped a consoling arm around the seventeen-year-old and sighed. "He doesn't dislike us, not really. We just need to get the slippery bugger to open up to us." Rose nodded in agreement, eyes darkening with determination. Scorpius Malfoy may have gotten away with ignoring them for most of sixth year, but seventh year was a different story.

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Blasted Gryffindors!

Scorpius threw his bag into the boy's dormitories with unnecessary force. Why couldn't they take a hint?

Rose had damn near cornered him in the library, his sanctuary! Her posture had been a frighteningly close imitation of his mother's as she demanded a reason for his actions. A reason! Your blasted cousin is the reason! He had all but wanted to howl, blood boiling as her eyes had pinned him accusingly.

He had had no say in the matter" It wasn't as if he chose to put that mournful loko in Albus' eyes. It wasn't as if he wanted to see Potter lose his appetite and pine for him like a lost puppy! That had been James' doing!

And he was a Potter, for Salazar's sake! Like his father said, that lot could bounce back from jsut about everything, even death.

The blonde kicked his bag for good measure.

His eyes snapped up as a cough alerted him that he was not the only student present in the room. Alistair Brook eyed him curiously before heaving himself from the bed. The Slytherin seeker was one of his more pleasant school mates and Scorpius flushed as the blue-eyed boy winked at him in passing. "Looks like you need some time alone." Was all he said as Scorpius turned crimson in embarrassment.

"Oh," Alistair stopped before reaching the door, "just in case I forget tomorrow, happy birthday."

Scorpius expelled a large portion of air in shock. He'd clean forgotten tomorrow would be November the second. He scowled as he reached to pick up his bag from the floor, as if it would be different from any other day.

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Scorpius awoke to complete darkness.

Not one to usually stir at night, the blonde frowned and cast a tempus charm. He groaned as he saw that it was only minutes past the hour of midnight and huffed a breath in annoyance. He turned against the sheets, curling up in the hopes of returning to sleep.

A trickle of magic swept up his spine like a cold chill, but Scorpius ignored it. Reaching the age of maturity and getting his magical inheritance was not so big a deal that Scorpius would willingly stay awake for it.

The blonde yawned and rolled onto his back. His tired yawn became a shriek of confused agony as pain ripped through his spine, surging towards his chest like molten fire. Terrified, Scorpius screamed as his body began to burn in invisible flames. He was barely aware of his curtains being drawn aside and the confused shouts of his roommates.

He thrashed against the covers, screeching as a horrific ache seared his stomach and erupted behind his closed eyes. Something was protruding from his back and when he was rolled onto his side, the shouts of his fellow Slytherins grew frantic.

Before his hearing began to fade, Scorpius was glad to hear the frightened, soothing murmurs of Madam Pomfrey.

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Albus glanced up from his breakfast blearily, frowning at the Slytherin table which seemed far more talkative this morning. "What's got their knickers twisted?"

Rose gave him a withering glance before looking over her shoulder at the other table. "I've no idea."

"You don't know?"

A second year, Candace Wood, gaze dup at them with huge, brown eyes. "Know what?" Albus asked, frowning. Candace gulped and nodded towards the other table. "One of their lot had to be taken to the Hospital Wing last night. Woke up screaming like You-Know-Who himself was in bed with him. From what I hear, his magical inheritance went haywire, near tore him apart. My cousin, Alistair said he was a right bloody mess by the time Pomfrey carted him away, and I mean bloody."

She glanced up to shake her head at the Slytherins, "poor beast."

Albus glanced at Rose, eyes troubled and, as one, the pair turned to survey the emerald-decorated table. Their hopes fell as they noticed the absence of a certain platinum haired seventh year.

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Both Gryffindors had rushed to the Hospital Wing, fear escalating as they took in the sight of the locked doors.

"Damn," Albus growled, nose wrinkling. Rose dipped a hand into her pocket, mumbling beneath her breath. She gave a soft exclamation of delight and produced two extendable ears, "Uncle George, you star." Albus grinned as he fed the ears beneath the door and the silencing wards of the room.

For a tense second, there was silence and then, suddenly, there was a mewl, sounding as though it had come from some wounded animal. Albus' heart constricted painfully as he became aware that they were listening to Scorpius' pain-filled moans. Abruptly, another voice sounded in his ear.

"How could this happen?" the female voice was harsh, terrified and upset. Pacing followed her question.

A man sighed from some distance away. "I know only as much as you do, Astoria dear. We can only see how this pans out." That voice could only belong to Draco Malfoy and Rose gave a start as she heard it. They were listening to Scorpius' parents.

"See how it...? See how it pans out!" the woman all but screeched, "Our son is dying!"

Albus felt his heart falter in his chest, his breathing quickening.

"That is most unlikely, Mrs. Malfoy." Madam Pomfrey's tone was stern and Albus could envision the glare she was sending in Astoria's direction. "If what yourself and Draco has told me is true, the more likely occurrence is that Scorpius is going through a creature inheritance."

There was a rustle of clothing, then: "Is there such a thing?"

The mediwitch sighed, "For some creatures, and some half-creatures, yes. Though none as severely as your son. Scorpius is being forced to become a full Veela, his body and magic is being controlled by that mutation that potion caused in his genes." A silence greeted her words and Albus wrenched the device from his ear. "What's a Veela?"

Rose stood abruptly. "Your ignorance level astounds me, Al."

"Eh? And where are you going?"

Rose glared at her cousin, "for Godric's sake, Albus, we've got part Veelas in our family!" Albus halted before his eyes suddenly lit with clarity and he snapped his fingers. "That's why it sounds familiar! But where are you going? We should be looking this up! For Score!"

The red headed witch rolled her eyes and made a swift turn, heading towards Gryffindor tower. "Which is exactly what we're doing," she stated with a wink. From her skirt pocket, the witch plucked a bag of her emergency floo powder, "it pays to have over-protective parents. Come on, Al, we're going to pay aunt Fleur a visit."
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