A/N: So last chapter was quite firey, I think thats how you use firey anway, so now we need to deal with the aftermath. Let the story commence.
I was storming through the castle with a fast pace, Scor struggling behind to keep up with me. I don't know where I wanted to go. All j knew was that I needed to get away. Putas much distance between me and the rest of my family, which is going to be difficult as tomorrow I have both, DADA and flying. Who said that I was going to them though.
Professor Mcgonogall turned a corner and saw that I wasn't in a mood to talk, so she just moved out the way and stood there. Until Scorpius got closer to her.
*Scorpius POV*(wow its been ages since I switched POV's)
"Why are you and Mr Potter so far from the great hall and, going in the opposite direction of the DADA classroom?" Mcgonogall asked. So, I told her the story. She seemed quite shocked afterwards. This probably hasn't happened before, I would be shocked too if I were in her position." Do you have any idea where he's going?" I shook my head as I racked my brain for possibilities. The shaking head abruptly changed into a nodding one." We need to be quick. He loves flying so, he will either, be flying away or going to the quidditch field. If he's flying away we need to get to his locker or an open space before he does, otherwise we would be too late."
Mcgonogall starts her little jog, whereas I gk to the broom cupboard on the other side of the hall and snatch the closest broom. I have never been good at quidditch, but I love just riding a broom.
I fly through the corridors. Al would be no match for speed as his locker was on the other side of Hogwarts. There was no doubt that I would get there first if we started at the same time. We didn't though, so that would make it uncertain.
I arrive at his locker. Thankful that only a few days before we gave each other our spare keys. I opened up his locker to find.
Him.Curled up in a ball. Crying. I would not have thought he'd be in his locker in a thousand years. James always used to beat him and lock him in his quidditch locker with his unwashed kit. I sit on the floor next to him. I cradle him in my arms. He's now wailing. As Mcgonogall rounds the corner, I shoot her a glance, as if to say "I've got this, thanks for your help, but for now we need to be alone." I think she understood as she noods and walks away.
I don't think theres much I can do now except just be with him until he's ready. We're not going to move until he wants to.
A/N: That ending was a bit sad. We also get to learn a bit more about the past for Al. I have great plans for next chapter, whether you will like them, I don't know.
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