HERE BE SPOILERS. D:
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Albus looked around the compartment and sighed. He was excited to be on the Hogwarts Express, but he was worried, too. His father had told him the heroic stories of his youth, when he had fought and defeated Voldemort, but this raised the question: What if someone else tries to attack Hogwarts? He frowned and glanced out the window, to the scenery rushing passed him.
“You alright, Al?” Rose asked, sitting next to him, “It’s normal to be a little nervous, you know, but it’s okay to have fun, too.”
He looked up at her. Rose was eleven, like Albus, and had long, red curly hair that she often had to tie back. She was his favorite cousin, because she was always understanding towards him. They were both worriful; not extremely so, but they would often brood about not-so-pleasant outcomes of situations.
“If James were here, he’d tell us to get over it and buy him some Cauldron Cakes.”
Rose smiled. “Where is that brother of yours, anyway?”
Albus looked towards the compartment door. “He ran off. He said he has friends he wants to go find.” Rose nodded, just as the compartment door swung open.
A boy with long, white blonde hair entered and sat down across from Albus and Rose. Rose was the first to speak, “Hello, Scorpius.”
The boy raised an eyebrow. “How’d you know my name?”
“My mum told me.” She replied, “You’re Draco Malfoy’s son?”
Scorpius smiled a bit arrogantly. “Yeah, I am. And you…” he looked over to Albus, with his messy black hair and green eyes. “You’re Harry Potter’s kid?”
Albus nodded.
“I thought he had another son.”
“James is…” Albus shrugged, “I don’t really know where he is right now, honestly.”
“My dad’s talked about your dad.” Scorpius said, leaning back into his seat.
“Yeah? What’d he say?” Albus asked, getting defensive.
“He said… your dad is a bit of a prick, but he’s a good guy.”
Albus blinked. His uncle Ron always ranted about how the Malfoys were no-good-selfish-pureblood-loving-trolls, who spared a kind word as often as they did alms. But this, compared to Uncle Ron’s tales, seemed to be a compliment.
“Um, thanks…?” Albus finally responded.
Rose rolled her eyes. “I’m going to go find James, and tell him he left his bloody bags here. They’re taking up space, and if he’s not going to sit with us, he might as well keep these with him.” And she left.
“Wanna see a trick?” Scorpius asked, taking out his wand, which was a dark polished brown, almost black color.
“Okay.” Albus answered, “As long as you don’t point that at me.” His hand was already on the wand in his pocket, which gave him a sense of security.
The cocky smile revisited Scorpius’ face, and he pointed his wand at Albus. “Incarcerous!”
Immediately, Albus felt his body being constricted, and looked down at himself to find ropes tied neatly but firmly around his torso. “Hey! I said not to do anything to me!”
“Aw, it won’t hurt anything.” Scorpius replied, laughing.
“That was… kind of cool, though. How’d you learn how to do that?”
“My dad.” Scorpius said, “He taught me a few things so I could be ahead of all of you.”
“That’s not allowed!” Albus accused, struggling against the ropes that held him.
Scorpius just shook his head, as if Albus were being extremely childish.
“Now,” he said, “Er, the spell to release you is…”
“No, no,” Albus said sarcastically, “Just take your bloody time. My lungs are only being slowly crushed.”
“I don’t… remember.” Scorpius muttered, “It started with… a D, I think. No, it was…”
Albus suddenly felt very cold. “You don’t remember?” he asked, heart beating faster in his chest, “You don’t remember how to get me out of this?”
Scorpius managed to smile sympathetically. “Um…oops?”