Potters And The Next Generation

A Partner So Sweet

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

Jason

"Look at you...."

'Help... me... help me somebody... help me!' The words echoed in my head, over and over in my own squeaky terrified, trembling voice.

"Weak and pathetic. Small and frail. You're supposed to have strength. Meat on your bones. Children your age are gaining name already. That prick Potter. Weasley. Look at them! They're in the charts already! But look at you! I'm giving you so much power but here you are with a useless leg." He step on my prosthetic leg.

"Grandpa!" I screeched as he kicked my weaker thigh.

"This power. This power will give you more than just a leg." He sneered and I wailed.

'Somebody... somebody help me...'

"Jason?" That wasn't his voice, "Jason!"

"Who-"

"Jason!" I gasped at the voice as cold air hit my face and I was sitting facing... Mason?

"You're..." He seemed to be a dream and that terrified me more.

"Jason, what's wrong?" He brought his hand up carefully and I felt his hand touch my face, "Merlin, you're a mess." His thumb grazed my temple. I could feel a cool over there and pulled his hand down, to eye the silver ring on his thumb, "It's made of crumble silver from Hinsin Mount. It's said to bring strength, like physical power." He explained and I looked up at him. He was smiling kindly.

"My leg..." I wavered and eyed him sitting on his knees on my bed, with one knee stabbed in the bed between my knees.

"I'm sorry, am I sitting on it?" He gasped but I jumped, hugging him tight. I couldn't let him leave. I didn't want to be alone. I had no idea if this were a dream or mere happy coincidence that he was here, I just wanted to breathe for a second and Mason was the only one I wanted to see. Not even Albus.

"Jason.." His hand was so warm on my back which felt wet.

"Shit... I'm sorry..." I tried pulling back but his arms tightened.

"Shh. I got you." I felt him sit and his breath fanned on my ear, "Stay like this for a bit."

"I'm all sweaty." I gulped.

"And you're cold too."

"That's because I'm all wet." I whispered and suddenly felt the blanket around me that he wrapped me in from behind before putting hands on top of it.

"Better?"

"You could've just let me shower." I answered and he snickered.

"Where's the fun in that?"

I give up.

I dropped my face in his shoulder and relaxed a little.

"You know, I remember the first time we met, you were a little heavier. Are you throwing your food out?" He asked and I froze, "Jason... im not calling you weak, nor am I suggesting that you need me to take care-"

"You're wrong." I held tighter.

He flinched and I moved my face out. He wasn't letting me go either.

"I need you. I want you to take care of me." I was being selfish. I knew that.

A gasp left my mouth when a peck landed on my eye.

"Your tears... they taste sweet."

"That is incredibly cringy, Mason." I frowned, feeling shy, unable to match his amused eyes.