Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter thirty-one

He thanked God that Scorpius practically didn't weigh anything. Or maybe that he had become toner by playing Quidditch all the summer with his brother and sister. Because otherwise, carrying Scorpius until they had reached the nearest Portkey and then into Aberdeen until they had arrived in a safe house, would have been impossible.

He had knocked at the first door he had found outside the cathedral and an old lady, presumably in her eighties, had opened.

She hadn't asked him anything, «He's unconscious» Albus had said and the woman had let them in.

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«Hey, Scorp...»

The raven-haired had noticed that the blond had started trembling, almost shaking, in his sleep, his eyes moving each second more rapidly under his eyelids.

And of course, he had got worried. Sitting next to him, who was laying on an improvised bed in small and dusty living-room, he had held his hand in his, and with the other one, he had started stroking his blond curls slowly, with the hope it could soothe his sleep even a little.

It didn't and Scorpius continued trembling, sometimes more violently, sometimes less, the whole night. And as a consequence, Albus didn't sleep even a little, not that he couldn't do it, but he just didn't want to.

What if something happened to him? What if the old-lady was an ex-death eater? His nerves were starting to kill him.

Besides, he couldn't stop thinking about what they were going to do next.
Scorpius hadn't killed him as he should have. How was it possible? Maybe it was him who had to do it? Maybe it wasn't the time? Too many questions without answers.

His brain was on the verge of exploding with these many thoughts when Scorpius suddenly shot his eyes open.

«Albus... Albus! Albus!» he screamed, staring at the dirty white ceiling above them.

«Hey, calm down Scor, I'm here» he held his hand tighter «Hey you, I'm here, Scorp».

The blond immediately turned his head to him, still laying down, and as soon as their eyes met, Albus felt as if they had disapparated in another world, in another universe, where they were the only ones who existed. Where they could kiss, make love to each other, without having the worry of hurting the other or the people around them.

«You're here. You're alive» he mumbled, staring into his vivid green eyes as if they were his only lifeline.

«I promise I would have been next to you when you woke up, no?» Albus smiled, a weak but soft smile that Scorpius returned.

For a moment, it was as if nothing had happened. As if they were still in Hogwarts, alone in their dormitory, holding onto each other while laying in bed at night.

«How long have I slept?»

Until Scorpius asked that question.

«Two days,» Albus replied, his voice low and the grey-eyed sighed heavily «But don't worry. We'll decide what to do as soon as you feel better».

«But Albus-» the taller tried to retort.

But someone interrupted him before he could have.

«What was your nightmare about?» the old-lady had entered the room without making a single noise. Her hair was a mess, precisely the colour of a fading red and she probably hadn't washed it for days or maybe even weeks. She took a seat on the wooden chair at the end of Scorpius' bed, so not very far from them. Albus didn't know if he should have felt uncomfortable or not. «The one who kills, or in your case, the one who is supposed to kill, is always the one who has nightmares the days after».