lost boy (BatSpider and Scorbus)

ϟ the last option ϟ

A week later Peter is in Divination with Scorpius and Albus sat at a table in the back of the room. He taps out a rhythm on the table top and jumps up and down in his chair. Out of the corner of his eye he watches Bruce.
"You did bring the map didn't you?" He asks Albus.
Albus nods. "Yeah. I have it right here."
Scorpius fixes Peter with a look over his tea leaves chart. "Chill out, Pete. The plans pretty simple, there's no way it could go wrong." He tells him.
Peter stops his tapping. "I know, I know. I'm chill. I am the definition of chill. Definitely chilled."
Albus chuckles. "We'll see. Here comes the old bat!" He says, snatching up his tea leaves chart and pretending to work. He nods at Professor Trelawney who was approaching their table very hastily.
Peter picks up his tea cup and pretends to study it then act shocked when he sees Trelawney stood there. "Can we help you Professor?" He asks.
"Yes! You, boy, may I see your cup?" She exclaims very loudly.
Peter hands her his cup which she examines very closely. "Ah yes, just as I suspected. The omen of Curiosity! And what's this? The omen of love!"
Albus sniggers. "That's what I've been trying to tell him!" He says under his breath.
"What was that?" She asks.
Albus shakes his head hurriedly. "Nothing, Professor."
Trelawney looks back to the cup and her eyes widen even more! "This is strange. I see a dark cloud. The omen of unhappiness." She nods like this makes complete sense, hands him back his cup and walks away.
Albus and Scorpius erupt into laughter. "Your totally in love!" Albus tells him.
Peter shakes his head but smiles. "She must have me confused for you two, loved up mouth breathers!" He tells them. Peter sits back in his chair and frowns into his cup. "I'm not unhappy." He says after a while. "And I'm not in love. So I'm going to be in love but I'm going to be unhappy?" He asks no one in particular.
"Don't worry about it, mate. Dad says she used to predict his death all the time. It's probably bull shit!" Albus comforts.
The lesson ends and everyone starts gathering up they're stuff. Zabini and his crew, Bruce included, push their way towards the hatch first, like they're some kind of royalty.
Albus, Scorpius and Peter climb down the ladder right after them and Albus takes out a battered piece of parchment.
"This is the Marauders Map." He tells them. He points his wand at it and whispers "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." The Map springs to life, showing the corridor they're in now. "Yep. Definitely no good." Albus mutters.
Peter points to Bruce's name. "Look! He's sneaking off again. Let's hurry up and catch him!" Peter hurries ahead, leaving Scorpius and Albus to trail after him.
"He's vanished!" Albus shouts to him.
Peter runs back. "What do you mean?"
"He just vanished, idiot. He's not on the Map anymore. It must be broken. Mischief Managed. Not likely." He folds the map in half.
They turn into the corridor where Bruce disappeared and walk up and down twice. Albus and Scorpius stop beside the tapestry whilst Peter knocks on the wall.
"Come on, Pete. We aren't gunna find him!" Scorpius whines, resting his forehead on Albus's shoulder. "I get you really wanna find him but let's get down to the Great Hall. We can try again next week."
Albus puts his arm around Scorpius. "We'll see you down there okay?"
Peter stops. "Wait! Pass me the Map." Albus hands him it and Peter activates it. He nudges the wall on the map with the tip of his wand. Nothing happens. "Can I borrow this?" He asks.
Albus shrugs. "Sure. Whatever. See you whenever." Albus and Scorpius walk away.
Peter leans against the wall and stares at the map. Bruce was still nowhere to be seen.

*
Bruce gets right up to the portrait, using the frame to support himself. "Your not listening to me!" He yells at the paint.
"We are listening, Bruce. You saved that boy." Thomas tells his son.
"But no one would ever think I did, would they? I'm evil. Damn freaking evil." He tells them, his voice breaks terribly.
"I'll never believe that." Martha says.
"It doesn't matter what you think! Your dead." Bruce snaps.
"Bruce!" Thomas snaps angrily.
"Don't shout at him, Thomas." Martha says, putting a consoling hand on her husbands shoulder.
Bruce sits back on a armchair. "I'm trapped here. Alone."
"You don't have to be alone, sweetie." Martha tells him. "These other boys, the Hufflepuff and those two Slytherins, why don't you reach out to them?" She puts her hand forward for him to touch but he refuses.
Bruce shakes his head. "No. They're terrified of me. They all are. Your not listening!" He pulls up his shirt sleeve. "I'm bad. There's no going back."
"No. Listen to us, son. You aren't bad, you can choose not to be." Thomas tells him. He puts his arm around his wife, knowing what was to come.
Bruce raises his wand and points the tip against his arm. "Incendio!" He whimpers, hissing in pain when his skin is singed. The tears start now, he can't look his Mum and Dad in the eye. "Cruc-"
"No! Bruce Wayne don't you dare!" Martha shouts out, tears stream down her face. "We can deal with the self harm but not that! It's torture."
Bruce stands and glares at them both. "I'm already being tortured." He shoves the portrait over and rips the canvas from the frame. He folds it up and chucks it into a corner of the room. He points his wand into the palm of his hand. "Crucio!" Bruce's jolts onto his knees and screams out. He shakes all over and quickly deconstructs to a curled up ball on the floor. Then he sobs to himself, his stomach quivering. "Crucio." He screams again and begins to swear over and over again.
He sits up, wipes away his tears and puts his wand away. He winces when he pulls his robe over the burn marks up his arms. He looks at the folded up painting one last time before he leaves "I wish I died with you in that alleyway." He opens the door and walks out.
"Hey, Brucey." A voice says, startling him. Peter is leaning against a wall next to the door, smirking at Bruce. His face drops. "Woah, what's up with you?"
Bruce looks down at his feet. "Stay away from me mudblood!" He snaps before running off.