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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: I'd like to start of aplogizing for the time it took to get this update out. I didn't mean for it to take so long, but I had a hard time writing this chapter because I just had so many ideas and they were blocking my ability to actually get them out. But I overcame that bump and here we go! Another chapter! That said, I need to warn that the violience in this fic is going to only get worse from this chapter on. There will be quite controversial type violence in chapters to come. But stick with us, it's well worth the read and it's just getting good. As far as the song basis for this one goes, it's once again rather loose. I didn't have one in mind while writing, so I found one that I thought worked the best. So! it's "Crawling" by Linkin Park, mostly because I relate the creepiness of it to this chapter. Anyway, enjoy and read on!

Albus,

Wherever you are, I hope you are safe. Your mother and I have been worrying about you ceaselessly. But I cannot stop you from doing what you feel is right.

However, I can't seem to get that dream of yours out of my head. If it feels as real as you made it sound, I beg for you to remain cautious. Something feels off about this. And I can't honestly say that I trust Scorpius a hundred percent. Draco says he's been acting strange lately.

Basically, all I'm asking of you is to be careful. Feel free to write me with any concerns you have.

We miss you terribly.

Love,

Your father

Albus stared at the letter in his hand, absently stroking his father's dark-colored owl. He hadn't spoken to or even seen Scorpius since the day before. The letter that came for him was the first contact he'd had with anyone but house elves since then. But it did nothing to raise his spirits. If anything, he felt more defeated than ever.

Sighing deeply, he set the letter aside. The owl flew out the open window of his study and soon it was camouflaged in the cloudless, evening sky. Though he should have been elated to hear from his family, the letter had done nothing to calm him. He had been on edge since yesterday morning, questioning everything. Why he'd come here. Why he had abandoned his family for a guy he hardly knew. Why he was so willing to do anything said guy asked.

Albus...

Eyes wide, Albus turned quickly. He searched for the source of the whisper but came up short. No one was in his study. Frowning, he moved a few steps away from the window and sank heavily into his chair.

Albus...

He whipped his head around again. But once more he found nothing. The only thing he saw was a black journal sitting neatly upon his empty desk. Carefully, he stood and crept closer, reaching out to run his fingers over the hole in its leather surface. "What in Merlin's name is this?" he muttered, wrinkling his nose at the ink and water-stained pages. "It's hideous..."

"Albus!"

Tired of hastily whirling around, he took his time looking over at the door. Scorpius stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed at the way Al prodded the book. Rolling his eyes, Albus lowered his eyes back down to his fingers. He ignored the presence of the blonde, still hurt from being ignored for the last day and a half.

"Albus, look at me."

The command rang through Al's mind. He found he couldn't ignore it, immediately moving his eyes over to Scorpius' direction. They were slit in anger, however, showing plainly the anger he held. "What?" he snapped.

"Don't speak to me like that." The click of Scorpius' dress shoes on the floor rang loud in Al's ears. "I wanted to talk to you." He wrapped his arm around the shorter man's waist from behind, kissing his temple. When Albus cringed away, he pulled him closer. "I have special plans for us tonight. It is very important that you come down with me right now. And I would prefer that you were willing. I'm not in the mood to be forceful today."

"How wonderful for you," Albus said softly and attempted to pull out of the other's hold. However, the grip was too tight and he couldn't get away. "Come on, Malfoy. Let me go." He reached out to grip the desk, yanking himself forward.

The muscles of Scorpius' arms rippled as he jerked Albus back towards him. A smirk played upon his lips; he was clearly enjoying this. "Albus," was his gentle coo, fingers going white as they tightened on Al's hips. "I'm not letting go. So you might as well stop struggling."

Tired and unwilling to fight, Albus sighed and relaxed back against him. "Fine," he said quietly, eyes lowering to the floor. He felt so weak. He wasn't sure exactly what it was that always made him give in. Part of him thought it was the way Scorpius could get into his head. But he didn't feel like he was being controlled. He felt like he had this desire down deep to actually be with him. That he wanted to do these things for him because...maybe he really was in love.

"Thank you." Scorpius gently guided the other to turn around. They were now looking directly at one another and Al could see he was clearly underdressed. He still wore the clothes he'd fell asleep in two nights ago. The blonde, however, was dressed to the nine. He had on a set crisp, clean dress robes. There was not a single flaw to him. His hair was slicked back impeccably and his shoes were shiny as mirrors. Catching the way he was being looked over, said man smiled and did a little, masculine twirl to show off his elegance better. "Does my appearance please you, Albus?"

Throat suddenly going dry, Albus nodded slowly. He reached out, fingers ghosting over the shiny snakes dancing on his lapel pins. "You Slytherins and your snakes...," he said with a raptured chuckle.

"They are a symbol of power that you would never understand." Though his words were condescending, Scorpius didn't say them with any bite at all. He merely continued to grin down at the other man, enjoying his curiosity and delight. "Now, I want you to go back to our room, Albus." He lifted Al's chin, delicately pressing a kiss to his lips. "The elves have laid out your clothes. Get dressed and come down to the dining room. I have a surprise for you."

"O-okay..." Albus couldn't help the burble of excitement that filled him. He watched Scorpius leave after snatching up the decimated journal, and then rushed out of the room and up a floor to their bedroom. Upon the bed lay a set of magnificent dress robes. Better than any he'd ever seen. He ran his fingers greedily over the material of the cloak itself, thrilled at the way it gave so easily. Like water. The bottle green color would do wonders to bring out his eyes. And he knew he would never be able to resist touching the silk upon the cuffs every few minutes.

He dressed as if his life depended on it. And when he'd finished, he couldn't help but to stare at himself in the full length mirror in their bathroom. He looked good. He could see now why well-to-do families dressed so nicely. If they could afford it, why not? It surely paid off...

It took a good while for him to pull himself away from his reflection. When he did, however, he found he couldn't get down the stairs fast enough. He even managed to slip on a stair before thinking he may need to be a bit more refined. For the rest of the way, he descended in hasty, yet careful, footsteps.

Once downstairs, he gently tiptoed over to the dining room. The door was open so he was readily able to peak his head around the corner. What caught his eye first, though, were not the plates covered by silver lids, the glasses of expensive wine, the sound of orchestral music permeating the air, nor the dim and intimate candlelight bathing everything. Instead, he focused directly on the scene of Scorpius yelling at a small house elf.

"I told you to bring the diary to my study!" Scorpius' hand collided roughly with the back of the elf's head. The small creature cowered away from him, not daring to meet his eyes. "You're a worthless piece of shit!" This time when he struck the creature, it fell back against the wall with a resounding thud.

Gasping, Albus stepped into the room and made a strangled noise of protest.

The elf, who couldn't have been more than a youngling, pushed off the wall resolutely and nodded. "Master is correct. Snivy is worthless." He hung his head appropriately.

Most house elves these days weren't treated as such. Thanks to Albus' aunt Hermione, they had decent rights now. They were paid, had vacations, were allowed to press charges against wizards. But there were still some families – mostly Pureblood – who didn't adhere to these changes in law. They had been treating their servants horrendously for ages. A Mudblood and her desperate plea for equal rights meant nothing to them. Even though he knew this, Albus couldn't help but to be shocked at the way this one was treated. It was young. If it were human, he was sure it would only equal out to a toddler.

Scorpius gave a small flick of his gaze in Al's direction, still holding the harsh glare he'd been shooting at the elf. It warned him to be silent before he looked away again. "Get out of my sight, vermin." He turned his back on the creature as it hobbled out of the room, holding its arm tenderly. The limb seemed to be at a funny angle just above its elbow.

Gingerly, Albus intercepted the house elf. He smiled kindly when it shied away in response. "I won't hurt you." Pulling his wand from his pocket, he took the arm in his palm. One quick, nonverbal spell and the break of Snivy's bone was mended. "Run along." The elf didn't need telling twice. It looked up at Al with admiration for a brief second before taking off.

"You're too soft," Scorpius said quietly, watching the record spin on the player with mild amusement playing at his lips.

Albus crossed the room, arms folded over his chest. He looked up at Scorpius and shook his head slowly. "That was...uncalled for. That house elf? It's young. Very. Young. And you broke the poor thing's arm."

Laughing, like this was the most amusing situation in the world, Scorpius looked back over to him. "If you keep messing with its head like that, it won't listen to me anymore. We are both its master, understand? I want you to stop coddling the vile creature." Al opened his mouth to protest and point out the flaws of his behavior, but Scorpius held up his hand. "Shh. We're not going to argue over this. Understand? We're going to sit down and enjoy our date."

"Date?"

"That is what I had planned for us," Scorpius intoned, a little frustrated. "You do know what a date is, hm? You've been on dates, right?"

Albus sighed and dumped himself into one of the set places. "Yes, I've been on dates. I had a girlfriend. Remember? The one who cheated on me the night I nearly threw up in your mouth? On my birthday?"

Smirking, Scorpius took the other chair. "Yes, I remember. The boorish Longbottom girl..." He reached out, fingers folding delicately around the wine glass in front of him.

"I thought you didn't drink," Albus chided, watching him take a mannered sip of the glass's blood-red contents.

"Having a couple glasses of wine with a fine dinner is different than going to a bar and getting drunk off my ass." Scorpius lifted the cover from his meal, leaning down to take a hearty sniff. Neatly arranged upon his plate was a pasta dish covered in a white sauce and chicken chunks. Just looking at it caused Al's mouth to water. He removed his own lid, dismayed to find his plate empty. Biting his lip, he looked up at the other as he speared a bite and pulled it between his lips. A devious grin played in those grey eyes as he watched Albus' reaction. "Would you like some, as well?" he asked, as if it were a strange notion to consider.

Gritting his teeth, Albus stood. He crossed over to the blonde, coming up behind him with his arms around his neck. "I was under the impression we were on a date," he whispered, unable to take his eyes off the meal. "That means you and I both have dinner...correct?"

The hand unoccupied by the fork reached up to lace its fingers with Albus'. Scorpius tipped his head back, smirking proudly up at him. Then winked. The fork hovered on its own, out of the pale hand and up towards Al's lips. Slowly, the Potter boy leaned forward and took the hearty bite off the end. He chewed, smiling down at his date, then reached for the other's glass and took a sip. "Am I just here so you have someone to tease?"

"Pretty much."

The men ate the rest of their meal in almost silence. They took turns feeding from the ever-filling plate of pasta until neither one could stand another bite. When they had finished, Albus dropped down into a chair closer to his date. His smile was genuine as he looked him over. This was definitely a good way to make up for their fight yesterday morning. Even if they hadn't quite discussed the reason for their clash...

"Scorpius?" Albus asked gently, watching the blonde relax back in his chair. His eyes were closed and there was a haunt of a smile to him as he listened to the classical music that still filled the room. He merely hummed a noise to show he was listening, but didn't otherwise move. "Are you...still upset with me? Over the dream thing? Because, you know, I couldn't help it! And... Weren't they just...nightmares?"

A long span of silence was all that greeted Al at first. It lasted so long, he began to get nervous. He picked at the silk of the dark green tablecloth, biting at his lip. It was rather bold after such a nice, romantic dinner to ask such a thing. To bring it all up again, just when things were getting back to being decent, if not good.

"It wasn't salt."

Eyebrows raised, Albus looked up at Scorpius. "What?" he breathed, half afraid.

"It wasn't salt. The pentacle. It wasn't made of salt. That would be ridiculous." Scorpius made an amused noise and sat up a bit in his chair. He lifted his lashes, putting his intense gaze onto Al. "It was crushed crystals. It helps to increase the ease of channeling spirits."

Albus was quite caught off guard by the sudden flow of information. He wasn't sure what to do with it. "Oh... S-spirits?" This new wave of conversation was very foreign to him. He knew of ghosts. Everyone in the wizarding world knew of ghosts. They had roamed the halls of Hogwarts without question. But spirits was something different. That was reaching into another world. It was dangerous and dark, which really put him on his toes.

"Albus, there is no need to be scared..." Scorpius stood and captured his lover's hands. He pulled him up out of the chair and into his arms. "This isn't the time to talk about this," he whispered, walking them back towards the record player. He fidgeted with it for a moment, changing the song a couple times before focusing on the right one. "Right now...I just want to dance with you." He wrapped one arm around Al's waist, the other guiding the Potter boy's hand towards his own shoulder.

"To this?" Albus wrinkled his nose in distaste, the harpsichord resounding within him. His style of music was...not this. He would rather sit down and drown his senses with the Weird Sisters than listen to...whatever this was. "Can't we just put the wire on?"

Clearly not satisfied, Scorpius rolled his eyes and resolutely put them into a waltzing pose. "This is Telemann's Orchestra Suite in G, Albus. It is the perfect dance song. You do know how to dance, don't you?" His tone criticized just the thought. And the disgust only grew at Al's slow, unsure shake of the head. "Excuse me? Did those parents of yours teach you nothing?" He snorted, reaching over to restart the song. "I guess I'll just have to teach you."

Before Albus could even make a noise of protest, they were spinning. The movements were carefree and easy. He found he had no problem keeping up with the elaborate steps, twirls, and movements even though he had never gone through them in his life. With Scorpius it just felt so...natural. A gentle smile appeared on his lips as they danced through the dining room, around the table and weaving through their chairs. He even chanced a small laugh. But this didn't make his partner angry as he had feared. Instead, the Malfoy shared in his joy and gently eased them to a halt.

"What?" Scorpius whispered taking steps forward, forcing Albus to back up against the wall. "What's so funny?" He rested their foreheads together, the sweat of their mild workout teaming together.

Albus gently raised his hand to the platinum hair, pushing the wet locks by his temple back behind his ear. "Nothing's funny. I just... Well, that was fun. I was having fun. Weren't you?"

Their eyes met, emerald upon silver, and it was like nothing else in the world mattered right now. Because they were here. It was just them. No one else was around to criticize whatever they had going on here. And...well, the best part of it was that nothing strange was going on. This was simple. This relationship; this love. They were together and having fun and it was all that they really needed to be happy. This. This right here.

When Scorpius' lips pressed up against Albus' this time, it was like their first kiss should have been. Not needy or lustful, but rooted in something more sincere. It made Albus almost feel like a virgin child again, testing the waters of sexuality. Something bubbled gleefully in the pit of his stomach as he tenderly kissed back.

"What you're feeling right now won't last..."

Slow and unsure, Albus opened his eyes. He hadn't even realized he'd closed them, sinking into absolute bliss. "What?" he asked softly, tracing the line of Scorpius jaw.

"You heard me." Scorpius' tone was harsh. All traces of kindness and enjoyment from a moment ago were gone. It had happened so fast, Albus almost felt like he had whiplash.

"Scor... Can we just have one moment of happiness? One true moment? I feel like every time I try to enjoy something, you have to butt in and smash it to pieces. All I'm asking is for this one moment so I have something to remember the next time to you decide to haul off and hit me again."

Albus was surprised by his own forwardness. He blinked, the words echoing in the air. He knew he had said them. They had come from his own mouth; they were spoken in his own voice. But he couldn't quite grasp that he had come right now and said something that seemed so forbidden. Against the wall, he shrank a little bit into himself. He was awaiting the blow, some sort of retaliation, to come.

However, the only thing to follow was a mutter against his ear – "Remember your innocence." – plagued by a perturbing chuckle.

A heavy black curtain descended over Albus' eyes just then. He crashed to his knees upon the hard, wood floor as his vision blurred into darkness. A weak groan left him, but he found that the sound didn't quite reach his ears. Nothing did. It was like they were going dead. Like every bit of him was becoming inactive. He attempted to crawl forward, scared of the utter failure he was experiencing in his body.

xxXxx

A familiar smell hit Albus' nose as he found himself stirring. He sighed, blinking his eyes gently and attempting to rouse himself. But when he tried to reach up to rub away the sleep, he found that his arms would not move. Alarm radiated through him, causing his process of awakening to quicken. "Wha...?" He tugged his hands, but they would not break free.

The fear of being tied up caused him to take in his surroundings better. The smell he'd recognized was dirt. And it was a scent he'd rather not think about because with it came fear. The last time he had smelt this was in his last nightmare. But the surroundings did not match. The dream had taken place in a dark, dusky basement. Right now, however, he could clearly see the sky and the sliver that he barely perceived to be the moon.

"Sit still. You'll hurt yourself."

Albus jumped, searching wildly for the voice. A flame flared and caught on a purple candle, illuminating the pale face of his lover. The fiery glow made him seem sinister, and the way he was grinning down at Albus really didn't help. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice hoarse as he attempted to move again. His arms scraped against stone, causing him to frown. Once more, he took in the area around him. As he realized what he was tied to, his location became clearer. This was the graveyard down the hill from their manor. He could just barely make out other headstones and the tip of the house against the sky. "Scorpius? Why am I tied to a gravestone?"

"I told you – I have big things planned. You're part of my plans, Albus. This, here, is all part of my plans." The candle did wonders to light up Scorpius' sinister smile before he lifted his wand. The earth beneath Albus shook harshly for a moment, causing him to whimper at the thought of what might come.

The earth beneath Albus' feet rose up in one large clump. He found his legs dangling over an edge that he assumed extended down at least six feet. Swallowing hard, he flicked his gaze up at Scorpius for a moment, then back down. The dirt fell somewhere behind him, but it didn't hold his attention for long. He was more worried over the creak of the coffin below opening. His breath came in short gasps, causing his head to swim when he perceived what was below.

Naturally, he was not a very squeamish man. However, something about the shining grey corpse below gave him a reason for fear. Especially once he caught sight of the way Scorpius looked at it. Like...he was completely captivated and hypnotized by it.

"Don't be afraid, Albus... Everything will be perfect soon enough." Albus found this hard to believe as Scorpius withdrew a shining silver knife from his robes. With hasty, yet measured, steps, the man crossed to the head of the grave where Al was tied down. "Just hold still. This will be over before you know it."

A searing pain tore through Albus' calf before he could even grasp what was happening. Scorpius smirked up at him as his face contorted in agony, tears streaming down his cheeks before he could stop them. He held the knife up by its handle, surveying the thick blood stained upon the blade. "I love watching you bleed," he whispered, sitting beside Albus on the edge of the grave. He looked down into the hole, then back up to the other man. "Now try to be quiet. I have work to do."

Scorpius raised the knife up into the air, barely dangling it by the handle from his forefinger and thumb. "Sic vos liberabit vos vivere," he hissed softly into the still night. A whistle of the air sounded as the blade sliced through the air. Through his crying, Albus was unable to see where it had gone. But the dull crack that came from below gave a good indication that it had landed in bone. "Immortui." Another thunk sounded into the pit after Scorpius pulled something rectangular from his robes.

Before he could even begin to question what it had been, a weak whimper came from Albus as his leg was roughly grasped and forced straight out over the grave. "Et bibetis sanguinem innocentem purus vitae iunxit." Scorpius squeezed harshly upon the slit he had created on the underside of the Potter boy's lower leg. His head swam a little, becoming dizzy from improper breathing and the loss of blood. But he forced himself to remain awake. He was terrified of what may happen if he were to close his eyes.

"Adhaerere resurrectionem." Scorpius dropped the leg and stuck his candle in the dirt on the other side of Albus before raising his wand. With a flick, he shot flames into the hole beneath. The casket and corpse both caught fire, but they didn't burn normally. The blaze shone in a deep emerald color, bringing shakes to Albus' limbs as he thought of the tales he heard of the sinister Killing Curse.

Scorpius gave one last look towards Albus that he could see all-too-clearly through his haze. He grinned with triumph and victory. A sinister chill rose up the other's back and he wished so badly that he could run away. That he had never followed the beautiful, blonde man here.

But, more than anything, he found himself wishing, that his father were here. All those stories of his fight against evils he could never have dreamed of caused him to long for the safety of his power.

"Dominus ortum, accipere retro potentia!" In a blast that knocked Albus' head back against the headstone, the fire beneath exploded. Bright lights dotted his vision, adding to his disorientation. For just a second he closed his eyes, hoping it would somehow make all of this go away. He was ready to be rid of it all.

Of course, he could not be allowed such a comfort.

So thrown by this whole endeavor was Albus that he didn't even attempt to mask his scream as he felt a hand upon his injured leg. He attempted to kick out, but the grip was too strong. Breath shaky, he ventured a look down. In the end, he wished he hadn't. A ghost-white face housing deep red eyes, and a slitted nose stared up at him for one moment before hissing low. Thin, lifeless lips enclosed around his cut and that was when he chose to close his eyes. The feeling of the blood being pulled from his leg was enough.

Slowly, as if it were a dream, unconsciousness began to set in. It was a welcome feeling, being about to clock out of this reality he so wished was his overactive mind. So he let his head rest back against the stone, quitting his struggle for release. He gave in to the dark just as he heard a desperate shout of, "I need him alive!"

The last thing he remembered of that terrible night was the wish for this to be the end. He didn't care who exactly needed him alive right now. All he wanted was to be dead. Then, maybe, he wouldn't have to face what he had just helped create.

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