Potters And The Next Generation

Holidays with The Potters

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

Jason

Ever since Candice and I broke up, I'd been hanging out with Mason a lot, basically everyday. At first he would pursue me but then, after a few days only, I sought his attention. I didn't do it intentionally. I just always wanted one on one conversations with him. Candice loved listening to me but Mason loved responding. I never knew I enjoyed that quality in a person.

But then it happened.

The day I heard that Albus and Candice had fallen sick and weren't going to be attending Hogwarts for a while, I'd been devastated and equally worried, but Mason was completely low. So much that he didn't even come for lunch or dinner that day. I thought about talking to the guy the next day but... the worst happened.

My day of transformation came faster than expected. I was terrified that Albus wasn't there, but I had to make a run for the forest.

If that wasn't bad enough, the moment I reached the deep section of the clearing, one pair of legs had run for me with wide eyes, witnessing as I broke and shattered, transforming completely.

Mason.

The mere fear in his eyes. Those wonderful eyes that always made me feel like I could share anything with him.

This is why I chose to maintain distance from people so no one would care about me and follow me into the deep like this. I dated Candice because I really did like her. She was beautiful and the fact that she asked me out, with such determination, I didn't have the heart to say no. I wanted to be liked by someone. And she did. So much.

I would've cried at the face Mason made had I been human. Instead, I hid behind the tree and slumped. I shut my eyes and felt my heart crying until a warmth grew on my head.

"Albus." I thought but when my eyes opened it was Mason, seeming incredibly... hurt.

"A-Albus... huh..." He stood, eyeing me up and down.

"D-Don't hate me..." I pleaded.

"I don't." He smiled, "But I'm clearly not who you need right now."

And with that, he walked away, not looking back once.

I didn't call for him either.

He was right. I didn't have the strength to talk to him.

Ever since then, we didn't talk. Didn't spend time together, nor did we talk during meals. That's why, when Albus came back, I couldn't hold the train wreck inside of me. He was shocked, sure but Mason was right, I needed Albus.

But then, when I finally met Albus and saw that hurt look on Mason's face, I realized I needed to fix this. Mason was getting so close to me and he was equally important. He didn't flinch, didn't hate me when he saw my ugliest form. Instead, he came to console, catching onto the fact that I was terrified of his hate.

It was after all the afternoon classes that I rushed for the lake, knowing full well that he'd be sitting there, having his whiskey but I almost slipped off the hill when I saw him there, not alone anymore. He was kissing someone...

That someone being that asshole Chris who was nothing but a jerk to Mason.

When they parted, they finally realized that I was there. Mason... instead of guilt I thought he'd show, he looked away with an irritated face.

"Do you mind? It's offensive to peek like this." Chris spoke.

"I-I'm sorry." I took a step back but Mason, not once did he look back. Guess... I really messed up and lost someone precious to me, again.