A/N: Welcome! So, this is the sequel to In Your Arms. This was actually the original story/idea, but very rarely do I like to write prequels, so I decided to wait on this one. It's set quite a few years after In Your Arms (I'm estimating about 5). I'm very excited to write this one. I hope you enjoy!
It's been quite a while since I've written, hasn't it? Then again, it's been a fair while since you've written as well, mate. I'm not even sure where you are right now, so I'm hoping Sausage can find you. Rose asked me to tell you that she misses you and she wants you home. The fact of the matter, mate, is that we all miss you. You have to come home soon. I have some bad news, and I'd rather tell you in person. If you decide to come home, be at my house at 6 P.M. on June 27th. There's not much left to say.
Your best mate,
The clock on the stove changed to 5:30 P.M. on June 27th as Albus Severus Potter glowered at his current roommate, a girl named Nancy Fowler. At this current moment, she was having yet ANOTHER tantrum.
"You can't leave! Rent's due soon, and do you know how hard it'll be to get a roommate on such short notice?" she screeched, looking panic-stricken. Nancy was a little neurotic, Albus had noticed.
"Sorry, Nancy. It's just…my family's having problems at home, and I really…just need to be there for them," Albus lied. As far as he knew, his family was as fine as ever, but he couldn't be sure, because the only person that wrote him anymore was Scorpius.
"But…but…" Nancy stuttered, trying to get her point across by flailing her arms about every-which-way. If he wasn't afraid that she'd have a psychotic breakdown and try to kill him or something like that, Albus would've laughed at how ridiculous this Muggle girl looked.
"I'm really sorry, Nancy," Albus lied again. He was happy to get out of this apartment. Nancy was probably one of the worst roommates Albus had ever lived with. She had ten cats, and liked to have random parties on very short notice, so when she decided to have a party, she locked all of her cats and their litter boxes in her room, which shared a vent with Albus' room, so he'd have to deal with the combined smell (and try not to hurl).
As Albus walked out of the apartment, his two suitcases in hand, he could still hear Nancy's shrieks of indignation. He walked down two floors, exited the apartment building, and slipped into the alley separating the apartment building from the building next door before he pulled out his wand.
Albus had been living in Boston, Massachusetts and attending the Wizarding College there, but he had graduated a week before. The day after graduating, he had received the letter from Scorpius, and his decision to return home had only been re-enforced. Considering the fact that Albus was only an average-powered wizard (nowhere near the power levels of his father or his first-name namesake), he would not be able to directly Apparate 'across the pond'.
He pulled a map out of his jeans pocket, and consulted the course he had plotted before re-folding the map with a decisive wave of his wand. He looked both ways down the alley, and shrunk his luggage before placing it in the pocket along with the map. Then he muttered the incantation for Disapparation, turned, and disappeared.
He Apparated in an alleyway in Kangiqsujuaq, Quebec, Canada. He once again consulted his map, then Disappareted again, this time appearing in an alleyway in Qikiqtarjuak, Baffin Islands, Canada. He repeated this process quite a few more times, Apparating to an alley in Ammassalik, Greenland; then Vestmannaeyjar, Iceland; then Tórshavn in the Faroe Islands (which belonged to Denmark); then Lerwick in the Shetland Islands; then Edinburgh, UK.
By the time he reached Edinburgh, he was very tired. But at the same time, he was so close to home. He took some deep breaths, trying to overcome the intense nausea that was threatening him. It took about ten minutes, but he finally overcame the insanely intense urge to barf. Then he Apparated one last time.
When Albus opened his eyes, he saw a large, three-story house that was rather average, unless you knew who lived there. It was the Potter house in Godric's Hollow, and his home. This was the first time that he'd seen it in about five years, and he was so overcome with joy that he ran up the front lawn to the front door and knocked on it hard.
He waited a few seconds, but nobody answered, so he knocked again. And again, and again, and AGAIN until someone opened the door. That someone was his brother James' five-year old son Daniel, who Albus hadn't seen since he was less than a year old. Obviously Daniel didn't recognize his uncle, because he turned and yelled, "Grandpa! There's a random guy at the door!" This declaration was met by the sound of running feet, and then Albus saw him.
The man that Albus saw was a mirror image of himself, except older. His black hair was streaked with gray, and he walked with a sort-of limp, but his emerald-green eyes still contained youthfulness. These same eyes twinkled when the man saw Albus.
"Dad!" Albus shouted as he rushed over to his father, Harry Potter, and hugged him. He received a giant hug back.
"Al!" Harry cheered, pulling away from his youngest son, "What are you doing here?"
"I finished college, and I decided that it was time to come home," Albus said, omitting the fact that Scorpius had specifically requested that Albus come home on this date. "Where is everyone?"
Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "They're…well, how do I put this? Um…Al…"
"Just spit it out, Dad," Albus joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Al, what news have you heard about the family while you were gone?"
"Not much," Albus admitted, "I got a letter from Scorpius, and he said that he had something important to tell me. And I'm supposed to be at his house at 6 tonight."
Harry nodded to himself, as if his thoughts had been confirmed. "Al, why don't you go put on something a little more formal? I was just about to go get myself and Daniel changed so we could head over to Scorpius' house as well," he suggested, picking up his grandson.
"Why? What's going on?" Albus asked warily. His father wasn't usually one for withholding information.
"I'd rather you see for yourself," Harry said by way of explanation, "Come on. You can take your old room."
A/N: How was that for a first chapter? It was quite long, if I do say so myself. Kind of a cliffhanger, so I apologize! If I get 5 reviews for this chapter tonight or tomorrow, then you'll get the second chapter tomorrow or the next day. I promise!