A Forbidden Meeting

Chapter 2 - Al's POV

A/N: Please bear in mind that although Al and Scorpius look like the actors from the movie, James doesn't. He's more like a cross between Al and James Potter (Harry's dad). No particular reason, other than I didn't feel like the actor matched the description in my head, whereas Bertie Gilbert and Arthur Bowen did.

Albus fought his way through the crowds to an empty compartment, slid the door open and slipped inside without anyone noticing him, and shut it again behind him. As soon as he had done this, everything caught up with him. His knees buckled slightly. A quiet, almost silent whimper tore from his pink lips before he could stop it. He reached for the seats and pulled himself to one before flopping down heavily. His cheeks were warm and red, his breathing erratic and hands shaking. He leant forwards, putting his elbows on his knees and fisting his hands through his hair. His hands started fizzing, a sign which meant a panic attack was only moments away. Tears formed in his eyes and a lone tear trickled down his cheek, leaving a salty trail. He let out one half sob, half gasp before breathing in deeply, filling his lungs with oxygen. He had to get a grip before someone looked in and saw Harry Potter's son bawling his eyes out. He wouldn't become the laughing stock of his year, he wouldn't. He screwed his eyes tight and tried to block out the noise from outside. His breathing eventually calmed and the fizzing disappeared, but his shoulders still shook uncontrollably.

He sat up, wiping his eyes furiously, scrubbing away the stray trails. He looked into the glass and saw himself, eyes slightly red, freckles more pronounced against his now deathly pale cheeks. His hair stuck up at odd angles, all over the place. He patted it down with clammy hands and shook his head to get his fringe out of his eyes. He leant backed, head tilted and mouth slightly parted. He released a long breath in an audible sigh. He was going to be fine. It would all be alright.

He rolled his head to the other side, looking into the train. James walked past at that moment, a girl hanging off each arm and his rowdy group of friends following. Albus didn't know how he did it, he just turned on his mega-watt grin and he was surrounded by girls. Not that Al was particularly interested in girls at the moment, he was only eleven after all.

He leant forwards again, still breathing deeply, hands buried back in his soft hair, fringe back over his eyes.

"Hello?" a voice called.

A/N: Comment, tell me what you think, share it with other people, whatever. The next chapter is already finished, so it'll go up when this has got a few reads or so. J x