Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter twenty-two

A whole month passed and Scorpius and Albus didn't manage to find a way to enter McGonagall's office and use the pensive without being caught.

Anyway, life went on and things only got worse for them. It was difficult to hide their secret. It was difficult not kissing each other unless they were at least ten meters away from a student or professor.

Unlike their parents, they couldn't even pretend to hate each other. It would be easier, but it would have been incredible, impossible for everyone's eyes.

They only had each other. And Michelle.

So they tried to avoid that.

But it was becoming difficult even to stop themselves when they were kissing in their secret spot in the forest: they couldn't go further than chaste ones. They tried neck kisses, but a wave had interrupted them.

«A lake can't generate a wave» Albus had muttered.

«Apparently yes, it can» Scorpius had replied and had held the shorter tighter in his arms as if he was a ghost that could've disappeared at any moment.

"I was afraid that I would have lost you if everyone knew our secret.
But in the end, it was our secret that made us tear apart".

«We could try to use the pensive in your father's office» it was the blond who had come up with that idea while they were lying together in the brunette's bed at half-past one in the morning.

«I had thought of that too» the aforementioned had whispered, closing his eyes and resting on top of the taller's hair, letting that his scent invaded his nostrils. «He should have got a copy of Dumbledore's memories. If we search for it carefully, we should find it».

«But if your father has them, why hasn't he ever gone through them?» Scorpius had asked, looking at their hands intertwined on the green sheets.

Albus' fingers were warm. He was warm. And it made him feel safe. Scorpius liked it.

«For privacy, I think. He really respected him. My father is stupid»

Scorpius had giggled and rested his head on the green-eyed chest.

«I think it would be better if you did it» Scorpius had suddenly murmured, interrupting the peaceful silence that had fallen «I mean, since we can't go together, I think it would be more plausible if your father's found you alone in his office, rather than me. You could always say that you needed to ask him something about your mother or money».

Albus had thought of it for a good minute, but at last, he had agreed that yes, it was better if he had gone there alone, not Scorpius, «Yeah, you're right».

«Am I always?»

Albus had smacked him on the arm and then kissed his forehead before going to sleep.

Everything was going to change.

-

Iulius Olsen. That was the name of the Dark Wizard who had formulated the curse.

It took ages for Albus to find the right memory, but in the end, when he had succeeded, he was surprised to be nervous. Anxious.

What if the curse was lethal? What if discovering what it caused would have changed their lives forever? What if, after doing so, their bound wouldn't have been the same?

He was afraid. Well, more like terrified.

Nevertheless, he had to be brave. Strong. For Scorpius. He thought. For Scorpius and I.

He entered the pensive.

The memory took place near a waterfall. The Slytherin remembered seeing it on a book that the blond was reading about Mexico.

The ex-headmaster, in his twenties, was standing next to a man clearly older than him (he looked even older than Dumbledore when he had died).
His eyes were the darkest shade of brown that the brunette had ever seen and his hair was jet-black, pulled back with what seemed a ton of gel for the green-eyed.

«You thought I would be so ridiculous, my dear Albus?» Olsen's voice was deep and it didn't match the one that an old man like him should have had, the Slytherin thought.

«Of course not, Iulius, but you're asking me to trust you without telling me the whole truth about the curse» Dumbledore spoke calmly, getting closer to where he was standing. Albus stepped forward too. «You know you can't join our alliance if you don't tell us everything about the dark magic you have used in the past. Gellert won't approve that.»

Suddenly, the elder turned his head to the Hogwarts (future) headmaster and stared at him for what it seemed an infinity to Albus. He didn't know how Dumbledore could give the stare back. It was terrifying how he was looking at him. He was terrifying.

The younger spoke again,

«Besides destroying» his voice was firm, steady. It meant that Olsen had to reply or their talk wouldn't have gone any further. «Besides the scars that can't heal. What can the curse also cause? Is there a way to break it or no?»

Much to Albus surprise, or shock, the answer didn't take too long to arrive.

Although, after hearing it, he wished it had.

«One of them has to die, in the end» and then he sneered «And it's the other one, his soulmate who will kill him».

The memory faded away and the Slytherin found himself in his father's office once again.

For a moment, he didn't feel a thing. Everything was so numb and confused that for a second he thought he had just woken up from a bad dream, from a nightmare.

But he was wrong and a realisation hit him hard.

He had to kill Scorpius. Or Scorpius had to kill him. That was the only way to break the curse.

He tried to look around and find a place where he could sit down or something he could hold onto in order not to fall, but the room was spinning and he just couldn't move.

Why couldn't they run away from everyone and kiss and hug and make love while destroying everything around them? Why couldn't they kill each other while saying those three words? Why couldn't have their fathers got together?

If they had, Scorpius and he wouldn't have to go through this pain. Right now, he wouldn't be wishing for it to end.

He felt like crying but he physically couldn't, so he just stood there, frozen. In that exact moment, he knew what Dumbledore meant when he said that only one of them could have seen the memory because it would have been dangerous for their bond.

How am I supposed to tell Scorpius, my dorky and beautiful and lovely Scorpius, that we will never be able to be together in the end? That one of us has to die and that it will be the other one who will kill him?

As soon as head the click of the lock and the office's door opened, Harry Potter stepping inside, Albus threw up.