Bad Romance

Albus

-From Violet's POV-

Tears had been falling down my face, but I quickly had dried my tears off because Albus was with me and I didn't want anyone to see me crying. To be honest, I didn't know Albus well; we were sitting near each other because we're in the same house and when it all started going down and Draco said my mom sent him- which I believed because I had grown up around members of the Legion, and the Malfoy's were esteemed members- Albus practically pleaded to come along; he said something about being able to help because he was THE boy who lived; I had no idea what he was talking about, but Draco knew so he reluctantly agreed.

The dragon swiftly landed in some wooded area and I hopped off quickly. I crossed my arms and began stomping out into the open. "Where're you going?" Albus asked from behind me.

"I don't know." I whine out.

"We don't even know where we are." he reasons from behind me, catching up to my side.

"You think I don't know that?" I snap at him.

"Well then where are you going??" he retorts.

"I don't know!" I hiss, finally stopping in my tracks to face him. "Where do you go when you find out that your entire life your mom has lied about who your dad is and literal MINUTES after you find out, you watch him die??" I sass. He lets out a sigh and doesn't respond. "Mhm. That's what I thought." he let out another sigh and adjusted his round glasses that had begun to slide down the bridge of his nose.

"I understand you're upset-" he starts before I cut him off.

"YOU understand??" I emphasize. "I get that your parents are dead Albus, I do, but how are these similar?" I ask.

"Because your dad- er, the man you thought, was your dad killed both of my parents." he said. My eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you talking about?"

"Lord Voldemort killed Ginerva and Harry Potter, my parents." he begins. "He tried to kill me, but I survived. That is why, they call me 'the boy who lived'." he said. He lifted up his ruffled locks up off his eyebrow, revealing a small lightning scar above his eyebrow. "When it all happened and I survived, part of his soul split and sort of merged with mine, leaving me with this scar and the ability to speak Parseltongue. I also get these weird... headaches- I guess you could say- when he's nearby." he explains. My eyes widen as it all begins to make sense; I had heard people call him that nickname before, but I never knew why and any time I asked someone, they thought I was joking.

My parents had made it very apparent to me from the beginning that I wasn't to talk about my dad or the Legion at school; I was allowed to talk to my mother because she was an 'independent sorceress from my father's practices', so for this reason, nobody really knew he was my dad- or so I thought. I still hadn't had enough time to process that- this, it. It was all a lot, but right now was not the time to sort it out. "Albus, I'm sorry." I say in a soft tone. "I didn't know." I admit.

"It's... it's okay. I wouldn't expect you to know." he returns in an equally soft tone. We sit in silence for a minute before we hear a screeching overhead. We both look up and squint our eyes as another large dragon flies overhead, screeching and sailing lower and lower, as if it were approaching a landing.

The large beast lands near the other dragon and it's wings shrink back as the rest of the dragon slowly begins to shrink as well. Albus and I watch as what moments ago was a giant, towering, dragon turns into the posture of my mother, wearing a floor length black gown and cloak over it. At first, I was mortified as I had no idea my mother could even turn INTO a dragon, but given that I thought she was dead, I just run to her arms and she catches me in an embrace. "Violet, I am so, so sorry." she whimpers out softly. Was I mad at her? Yes, very much so; but now was not the time for that discussion.

I pull my face up and face her. "Mum, where are we??" I ask her.

"The Forest of Dean; it's the only place that I knew your fat- he, would not find you. It's a safe place for me, and you being my child, it is a safe place for you as well." she says solemnly. Her eyes move up from my face, over my head to Albus'. She steps aside and offers her hand. "It seems as though we have not met; I'm Y/n Sorcier, and you are...?" she asks.

"Albus Potter." he answers. Without shaking his hand, her eyes widen.

"It's you.." she starts. "I- I should've known by the hair, and the... scar." she mutters out. Albus did have red-tinted auburn hair, brown eyes, and thick round glasses that sat perched on his freckled nose. "The red hair should have been a dead giveaway that you're a Weasley- or, well, related, at least." she corrects herself. She fixes her posture and finally shakes his hand. "I would like to start by saying I am so sorry about your parents; I went to school with both of them. I was even friends with Fred and George, so you could imagine my shock when I found out." she says firmly.

"You- you were friends with my uncles?" he asks in confusion. She nods.

"I was; there's no doubt or confusion in my mind about what he did. What he did was wrong, spiteful, and evil. But I had no part of it but if I did, I would not have allowed it." she explains to him.

"If you were so against it, why did you stay with him for so long?" Albus asks.

"Because, love is complicated; love is powerful- in your case, your mother's love for you is what kept you alive, but in other cases- it's the things we love that destroy us." she says, her tone shifting from calm and firm to slightly disheveled and distressed. "But nonetheless, you are right; I had free will and could have left him at any point. Sure, I would have faced consequences, but I cannot sit here in good faith and try to justify my own sob story to someone with one much greater. My only ask is that we move on from this, for there is now a much greater mission ahead." she says.

"Which is...?" I ask. Her eyes fall from Albus to me and soften.

"Well.... aside from the fact that he already wanted the boy who lived to be dead, now that you're with him and not the heiress that he thought you were..." she trails off. "He will kill you both."