Sky of Flames

6: Turn on the Light

       

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        Scorpius sat up straight in his bed, cold sweat trailing down his back and face, chilling him to his very core. He threw the covers off of himself, getting out of his bed in a terrified flurry. Pacing back and forth in the bedroom. He was so focused on the dream he had just woken up from that he didn't notice the other bed in the corner, or the guy sitting up watching him.

"This isn't good. I have to stop it, stop it" he muttered, running a hand through his hair nervously, his fingers catching on the few knots that were spread throughout. Albus stood up and walked over to Scorpius, a cautious expression clouding his features.

"Stop what?" He asked, and Scorpius turned to him eyes wide.

"Nothing. I don't know what you're talking about." He mumbled a little too quickly, shaking his head in absolute denial. Albus raised his eyebrow and stared at him,

"I know you too well, it's not nothing." He retorted, and Scorpius furrowed his brow, confused.

"Why are you talking to me, Albus? I thought you hated me.." He asked, sitting back down on his bed and wiping the sweat from his face. Albus shrugged,

"What Helena said at lunch...it made sense." He said as if it was no big deal. Scorpius smiled at him and sighed.

"I had a dream. I had it over the summer as well, but it had gone away for a while. And it's back.." He said quietly, looking down at his hands and fiddling with them.

"What was the dream about?" Albus asked, leaning forward on his hands curiously.

"It's always about my family, and my past. Something bad is coming Al, and I can do nothing about it. If I did, my family would kill anyone they knew I cared about, at least that is what the dream is saying..." He said nervously, looking up at Albus, worry written clearly on his features. Albus ran a hand through his hair,

"You've been having this dream a lot?" He asked quietly, his voice almost a whisper, and Scorpius nodded his head.

"I know just who to talk to!" He said, smiling encouragingly and Scorpius gave him a grateful (albeit a little skeptical) look. Albus smiled and pulled out a small hand-mirror,

"Harry Potter." He murmured into it, and suddenly Harry's face popped up in the mirror.

"Al! He hates my father, this is NOT a good idea." Scorpius said through gritted teeth, trying his hardest to keep out of the view of the man in the mirror.

"Albus, is everything alright?" He heard Harry say, his worry clear in his tone. Albus shook his head,

"Er.. Dad, I have a friend who needs to talk to you about dreams." Albus said awkwardly, forcefully handing the mirror to Scorpius before he could resist.

"Uh, Hi Mr. Potter my name is Sco--" However he was quickly cut off by the elder Potter.

"Scorpius Malfoy! Why are you in the Gryffindor dormitory?" Harry asked, his voice stern.

"Actually, sir...I'm in Gryffindor." He said quietly, and Harry tilted his head, moving the mirror closer to his face.

"Are you? Well then, what's your dream issue?" He asked, moving the mirror back to a less awkward distance. Scorpius gulped and glared at Albus, though he was out of the view of the boy's Father.