|One Hundred and One Potter Weasleys
Author: Olivia Brooks PM
One shots centered around one Potter or Weasley at a time. All different types will be housed here, my friends.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Albus S. P. & James S. P. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 8,397 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 07-07-10 - Published: 03-11-10 - id: 5808904
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
One: Albus Severus Potter
On his first day of Hogwarts, Albus Severus cried for three hours after he was sorted into Slytherin. It wasn't that James's teasing had gotten to him, or he was sad that none of his other cousins were in Slytherin. No, it was simply that Albus Severus Potter, who had been waiting for eleven years for the day he could leave his home and annoying Lily, was homesick.
He missed the way his mother tucked him in every night, he missed the way his father told him all the news in the morning, and he even missed the way Lily absolutely had to be with him, every second of the day.
Al had closed his curtains, and performed a silencing charm, but after a few hours, he figured he'd used up all his tears, so he took off the silencing charm and settled in for bed.
He'd heard from his uncle Ron that all the Slytherins were stuck up, arrogant snobs with absolutely no goal in life but to make other's lives living hell, so, imagine his surprise when he heard soft sobs coming from the bed next to him. When he pulled back his curtains, and looked over, a small, blonde haired boy was sitting on the bed. He was sitting straight up, and his face was carefully neutral, but every few seconds his entire body would convulse, and a sob would escape.
"Are…are you alright?" Al asked. The boy's head flew up, and almost immediately a defiant look covered his face.
"I'm perfectly fine," he said. However, his cool exterior was ruined when another sob let itself out.
Al sat down next to the boy and patted his back awkwardly. "What's the matter?"
Surprisingly, instead of wrenching himself out of the embrace, the boy nuzzled into it. It was only minutely, but it was still a nuzzle.
"I…someone called me a Death Eater," he whispered. Al pulled back and looked at the boy. Blonde hair, grey eyes…oh!
"Wait, you're Scorpius Malfoy, aren't you?" he asked. Al immediately regretted his question, as Scorpius's face went back to the shuttered look from before.
"Yes. I am. And no, I'm not a death eater!" he said. Al shook his head quickly.
"No, of course not! I just meant…that it's brill! I mean, your grandmum saved my dad's life!" exclaimed Al. Scorpius's face softened.
"She did? Wait, then you're Albus Severus Potter?"
"Just Al, actually."
"My father told me to stay away from you," said Scorpius. Al smiled.
"My uncle told me to stay away from you. But Aunt Hermione says that he's just sore because your dad didn't like him. Personally, I think we should be able to pick who we want to be friends with, don't you?" asked Al. Scorpius grinned at him, and something in Al's chest spilled open.
Al grinned back at Scorpius. "Great. Hey, have you met the other Slytherin?"
"Zabini? Yeah, my father's friends with his family…he's quite a bore." Scorpius bit his lip. "Speaking of, because Zabini's so awful, I'm thinking we should be best friends."
"You're quite forward, aren't you?" asked Al. Scorpius grinned at him.
"You know you like it. Anyway, do you want to be best friends, or not?" he asked.
"Sounds brill, actually," admitted Al.
"So, should we shake on it?" asked Scorpius. He stuck out his hand.
"Let's." Al stuck out his hand, too. When Scorpius grabbed it, Al suddenly felt warm all over. It was making him kind of nervous.
Suddenly, Scorpius began laughing. "Merlin, your hands are tiny!"
Al pulled his hand away. "Shut up, no they're not!"
"No, no, I think it's brill, really. I like your hands," said Scorpius. Al noticed that Scorpius was blushing, and he was positive that he was blushing too. He ducked his head.
"Er, sorry," mumbled Scorpius. "Too forward?"
Without lifting his head, Al replied, "No, actually."
"Oh." Scorpius's voice sounded relieved, and he let out a small laugh. "Brill."
When Al looked up, Scorpius's eyes narrowed. "Have you been crying?"
"Is it that obvious?" asked Al. He rubbed his eyes.
"Well, your eyes are all puffy…" Scorpius trailed off. "What's the matter?"
"Hey, I told you why I was upset!" said Scorpius. Then, softer. "I promise I won't tell anyone, if it's embarrassing."
"I'm homesick," mumbled Al. "Plus, I…have this blanket that I always have with me, but I think my sister stole it, and I can't sleep without it."
Scorpius looked at Al thoughtfully for a moment, then, he leaned over the side of his bed and began rummaging through his trunk. A few seconds later, he sat up again, this time with something in his hands.
"I know it's not the same, but sometimes I sleep with this, too. You could…use it, if you'd like," said Scorpius. He stared at Al defiantly again. "But you can't tell anyone about it, okay? Because Malfoys aren't supposed to need things like this!"
Al looked down at the blanket in Scorpius's hands; he was clutching it a bit tighter than necessary.
"Are you sure? I mean, if you need it, then…"
Scorpius grinned at Al. "Thanks, but I'm fine. I'm not supposed to have it at all, but my mum must have packed it without my dad seeing."
"Well, if you're sure…" said Al. He hesitantly reached out for the blanket. Scorpius gently put it into his arms, staring at it wistfully for just a moment. He looked back up at Al.
"Alright then, will you be okay? You said you were homesick, right? Is there anything I can do about that?"
"Actually, I think I'll be okay. You--you helped quite a bit. I feel brill now," said Al. He ducked his head again. "I also feel like a girl right now."
"Don't. I'm homesick too. My mum said it was perfectly normal."
"So did mine, but I'm not sure. I mean, my dad said my brother was homesick his first year, too, but I don't know if I believe that…James is so brave."
Scorpius snorted. "Please, he's a Gryffindor, right? Slytherins are much braver than Gryffindors. We just don't have to show it every two bloody seconds."
"My uncle said that Slytherins were all stuck up prats…but you've been really helpful, actually. Thanks." Al smiled shyly at Scorpius. Scorpius blushed and turned his head.
"First off, Slytherins aren't stuck up. We just know we're all fabulous. Second, you're welcome. I don't generally get a chance to comfort people. It isn't much of a Malfoy thing."
Al grinned at him. "Well, maybe it's a Scorpius thing, then."
Scorpius grinned back, and he opened his mouth as if to say something. He stopped, though, when the doorknob rattled.
"Quick, get on your bed and shut the curtains. Zabini will take the mickey if he sees you holding that," hissed Scorpius. He gave Al a light shove and Al dutifully went to his bed and shut the curtains.
A moment later, he heard the sound of talking.
"Is that Potter boy asleep, yet?" a voice that Al assumed belonged to Zabini asked.
"I think so…why?" That was Scorpius's voice.
"Well, there's obviously been a mistake, don't you think? I mean, from what I saw he is much too timid to be a Slytherin."
"And you are much too stupid to be one. Al Potter is my best friend and if I ever hear you say something bad about him again, you're going to wish Draco Malfoy wasn't my father!" Al, for some reason, couldn't suppress a grin. He clutched Scorpius's blanket tighter to his chest.
"Woah, settle down, Scorp, I didn't know you two were so close." Al decided that if Zabini had a nickname for Scorpius, then he ought to have one for him as well. But something much better than Scorp. Scor, perhaps, or maybe Sco, or just S? No, no, Scor, definitely.
"Yeah, well now you know, so back off."
The dorm was silent after that, and Al soon drifted off to sleep, blanket clutched in his hands.
That night, he dreamt of blindingly white fire, and mint chocolate chip ice cream--the smell of Scorpius's blanket.
After that, he was never homesick again.
Author's Note: Alrighty, this is my new story. Every new chapter will center around a different Potter Weasley(and one other unidentified bonus person). Hopefully it will be an exciting adventure!