Albus Potter and the last horcrux

Chapter 6- Running Away

His eyes were closing once again but this time Albus worried that this would be also the last. He felt a slight stinging sensation in his upper arm before everything was a blur. He resumed the dream he was having before he woke up. He saw all of his family dead in the rather large house he recognised as home. He found the house unusually untidy with a wand snapped in half as he entered the smashed up kitchen. He walked pass the dining table to find a man Albus recognised as his farther scrawled out on the floor not stirring. He fell to his knees uncontrollably with a loud thud. He laid over the corps and found his wand in his right hand. Albus took a firm grip and pulled as hard as he could until it came loose. He started moving backwards the room vanishing until he saw the slit nosed man again.

He woke up, unable to move. Rose had kept her word and put the charm on him. Albus felt his arm and found a rather wet bandage where it was once bleeding. He tried to sit up but the pain was unbearable. He found the light was a glittering red with a slight shade near his side. He heard a rustling next to him and a smell he recognised as Berty bots every flavoured beans. Albus heard molly.

“Look he’s awake, how are you Albus? Listen take it easy you had a big blood loss back then. Although madam Pomfrey couldn’t work out what caused it.” By this point the rustling had stopped and had now turned to a slurp. “Will you stop Leon, your best friend almost died.” Albus squeezed his hand and a look of terror rose one his pale face.

“No, no no! Take this stupid charm off me I need to go I need to. I need to-“

“Need to what? I am not taking the charm off you. You’re not running away,”

“No you don’t understand, their dead Rose all of them dead, I saw it and I did nothing. Their dead! I’m going to kill him; I’m going to kill him!” Albus was now struggling and eventually turned to look at Rose whose eyes were glistening in the sun light. ”Please, Rose, please.” He remembered that he had his dads wand in his hand and lifted it up seeing that at this point Leon had stopped eating and drinking to try and snatch the wand off him. Albus quickly moved it out of the way to see Leon fall flat on his thin nose. “Recludam!” Albus shouted but his spirit of running away was broken when molly started crying of sadness. He lay back down in his bed and reached over to comfort Rose. There was a rather uncomfortable pause in which was broken by Albus whispering to his two friends seeing the company that he brought to the hospital wing. “He killed them I saw it in my dream that’s why I ended up with the wand, listen I don’t know when …voldumort will return but maybe you could come with me,” suggested Albus. He shot as look of hope at his two friends who looked deep into him immediately. He looked at the wand he was holding and saw the slit nosed man appear and then disappear again with no effect once again on anybody else. He looked up at Rose expecting her to say something that would show that she was effected to but no words came out of her thin mouth.

“listen al, I know you’re going through a bad time but he won’t return yet it isn’t the right time, I heard that the last  time he returned he had big numbers at his command and now he has none.” Explained Leon, still stuffing his mouth with sweets.

“I know I am just telling you what I saw.” He looked at his two friends, “look, I know you don’t believe me but I’m telling you the truth.”

Winter was on its way at Hogwarts and there was a slight chill in the cold winter air. Albus had had no dream since the night at the hospital wing about voldumort or his family. He often spent his time on a rocky cliff overlooking Hogwarts with his pet owl snowy at his side. His farther had sent him a letter at breakfast. In which he didn’t read until he was alone.

Hi al how’s life going at Hogwarts? Your mother and I would like to know whether or not you would like to come home for the holidays with James. If not then we will understand. We have heard that you have made it into Gryffindor and your mother and I are proud. If you have any concerns then please contact us we are starting to wonder weather you have made it into the quitich team yet. Enclosed in the package you will find a blank piece of parchment tap your wand on it and say I somanly swear that I am up to no good. And then when you are done say mischief manage.

From your mother and I.

P.S your mother doesn’t know about the piece of parchment so I’d appreciate it if don’t mention it to her.

Albus faced detention with professor Warterhort that evening as he had been in hospital when he was supposed to go last. He was sat polishing cauldrons while occasionally sniffing a whiff of the feast followed every time with a stomach rumble. He remembered that he had not eaten since breakfast which made him even the more hungry. He was there several hours under the close supervision of professor Warterhort before he walked out of the room with an odd shaped package in his small hands before shortly returning. He walked up to his desk and wrenched open a book with a leather like cover before looking up at Albus. He pointed to the door shortly before he resumed reading. Albus walked towards the door and paused as if to say something but nothing happened. There was a short silence which was broken by Albus opening the deep brown door with a loud squeak. He walked across the stone bridge to look deep into the water and see nothing but his own reflection staring back at him. He stood there in silence and saw the reflection of his farther reach out for him, he turned around to see nobody there, the reflection had gone and Albus heard wet footsteps run through the dark dungeon. He saw silhouettes from a near where he was standing.

“Ah, if it isn’t my little bro, I’m surprised you’re still alive considering the circumstances. Pathetic isn’t he?” James was accompanied by a gang of darkness, all with emerald green strips on the outline of their neat cloaks. On his left was a 1st year he recognised as Scorpio, whom of which Albus shared a class room with. Scorpio was a young replica of his equally civilised farther Draco Malfroy, whom of which was in the memory Albus had seen a couple of weeks back. On his left was the prefect him and his friends had encountered also a couple of weeks back. Albus looked to either side of his older and darker brother he had come to hate.

“Shut- up James, I don’t care what you think James or your friends, your vile and crude, and just as stupid.” James had now dumped his bag on one of his friends, who seemed to almost collapse by the weight, and looked angered by this remark, although he had a small smirk forming on his evil face.

“Guys I think it’s time we teached this blood traitor a lesson on manners, get him!” Albus sharply seeped out his wand, (which was roughly shaped and had a dragon hair within. It was an also a light brown with darker brown around the tips). He raised his wand so that it pointed at the face of his brother, James doing the exact same thing.

“Hey James mind if I see to him? I’ve been meaning to get at him, expeliarmus!” a spark of blue came flying out of his rather worn wand which rebounded as Albus swiped his wand in front of his chest and shouted:

“Protago!” the pale faced boy went flying backwards and landed with a loud thud a couple of foot away from where he had once stood. The spells echoed through the empty dungeon.