The United

Chapter 13: Headaches and Drawling

April passed and soon the first day of March had arrived. Albus had a headache in the morning all through Herbology and Potions, it intensified as the day wore on. It was so bad by lunch that he had to go to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey the school nurse was a frail and ancient witch, more skeleton than human she was a stern and strict person and the students were certain she was as old as the school was.

"Mr Potter, there is no ill reason for this headache. Stress is probably the cause," she told him, "So I'll just give you something for stress,"

"Thank you," he muttered as he swallowed a honey-like concoction.

Suddenly her ancient withered face cracked into a kind smile, "You have nothing to be worried about."

"So everyone keeps telling me, thank you miss."

Albus was not the only one suffering from nerves, Scorpius, as good as he was at lying was not doing too well; he was snappish and his voice had taken on a slight drawl, reminding Albus irresistibly of Mr Malfoy.

"Oh I think I'm in love!" sighed Emma to Rose.

"You're only twelve what do you know about love?" snapped Scorpius.

"You're only twelve but that didn't stop you and Marley French kissing by the lake this morning!" Emma flung at him a little hysterically.

Scorpius' retaliated died in his throat and a red flush crept over his cheeks.

"Please you two, just shut up! Scorpius you're a witness not a suspect. Stop snapping at everyone!" Rose said her eyes flashing at Scorpius.

"'Kay sorry," mumbled Scorpius.

They calmed down into a silence for a moment.

"So what exactly is French kissing?" Albus asked.

"Albus!" They all exclaimed.

"It's good that my son doesn't know yet."

They all turned around, Mr Potter was grinning at them. While Mr Malfoy went and squeezed in next to Scorpius.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" Albus asked.

"Yeah nice to see you too, I'm here to take you to your hearing tomorrow by portkey, just using it as an excuse to see this place really," He smiled fondly around the Great Hall, "Hey why are we all sitting at the Slytherin table?" He exclaimed.

"Yes, why are you sitting at the Slytherin table," drawled Mr Malfoy a smirk on his face.

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