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Gone by The_seeker12
Chapter 3 : Finding
 
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Disclaimer: I don't own Scorpius or Al. :( J.K. Rowling does. Enjoy!


Lily Luna and James Sirius Potter, beautiful chapter image by AzureSeas @ TDA  



I stand nervously in the hallway. “This probably wasn’t the best idea,” I mutter to Scorpius.


“What?” he asks innocently. “Inviting me to your family dinner?”


I glance at him. “Well, what do you think?”


He grins. “It could end badly, yes.”


I roll my eyes at him. “That’s all you have to say? You’re about to eat dinner with my family, who hate yours, nonetheless, and all you have to say is that ‘it could end badly’? Seriously?”


He shrugs, and blushes slightly, looking down at his feet. My eyes widen. What’s that supposed to mean?


Suddenly, I remember the first time we ever spoke a word to each other, two years ago in the library. 
 



I find that everything is quiet and peaceful in the library. I know that Rose feels the same as I do, which is one of the reasons we have stayed so close over the years, other than the fact that she wound up being sorted into Ravenclaw, and me into Slytherin, making us the odd ones out in our family, including Hugo and Louis.


I flip through my Defense against the Dark arts book, and find the page on Vampires. I flip it over to her triumphantly.



“See! I told you that Vampires can eat real food!”



She looks up from her book, her cooper hair falling over her shoulders gracefully, blinking slowly, causing long, dark lashes to splay across her pale skin.



She looks closely at the page and then wrinkles her nose at me. “Fine, fine,” she agrees, shaking her head tolerantly. “Speaking of food, I’m hungry.”



“Me too,” I say with an eager nod.



She stands up and says, “I’ll be right back. You want Pumpkin Pasties or Treacle Tarts?”



“Treacle tarts!” I cheer quietly so that Madame Pince won’t yell at me.



She smiles and runs off in the other direction, toward the kitchens.



“You’re Al, right?” A quiet voice behind me asks.



I turn to see a boy about my age with silky blonde hair, and liquid silver eyes. He is staring after Rose.



“Yeah,” I say.



He looks at me, and says, “And your cousin Rose. You two come here often?”



A part of me wondered how he knew Rose’s name. Although, I let it slide and said, “‘Course. We’re in here all the time.”



He smiles peacefully. “Then I should come here more often.”



I blink up at him in confusion.



Uh…



“To talk to us?”



He shrugs, still staring off after Rose.



He leaves, not noticing that he left his backpack on the floor by the table he was sitting at.



I pick it up and see a piece of paper sticking out of the front with the name Scorpius Malfoy written on top.



I look after his retreating figure, and then back down at the bag.



Rose wanders back; holding sweets in her hands and says, “What’s that, Al?”



I glance at her and say, “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

 



I snicker.


“You fancy Rose,” I say with a smirk. “Don’t you?”


He turns scarlet and scuffs a foot against the ground, muttering something to the effect of, “Not funny,” and “Maybe I do, so what?” under his breath.


I chuckle. Rose fancies him too.


Not that she’d ever admit it to anyone, much less herself, but I’d have to be blind not to notice.


As I hear a knock on the door I turn and look Scorpius in the eye. “Not one word about Dad. You hear me?”


He rolls his eyes. “I’m not daft, Al.”


I glare at him, and finally he relents with, “Yes, yes! I know!”


I open the door to reveal Rose, Aunt Hermione, Uncle Ron, Hugo, and Louis, who had decided to come early with them.


Rose hugs me and says, “Oh, Al!”


Aunt Hermione smiles sadly and pats my shoulder.


Uncle Ron quietly tells me, “No news about him yet, kid.”


Oh, Uncle Ron if only you knew, I think silently, but smile at Hugo and Louis as they offer me weak, rather unconvincing grins.


Scorpius wanders down the hall and calls out, “Hey, Al—”


He stops, looking at my family.


Blimey. He can actually act. Who would have ever thought?


Uncle Ron’s surprised stare quickly turns into a glare, and he says, “Al, what is Malfoy doing here?”


I bite my lip. Now for the tough part.


“He’s my friend, Uncle Ron,” I say with a pout. “He’s been visiting for the past few weeks.”


Rose blushes as Scorpius smiles at her and mutters to me, “I didn’t know you two were friends.”


“Oh,” I say with a vague shrug. “It’s more of a recent thing.”


Rose looks down at her feet, but then murmurs, “Hi, Scorpius,” as she brushes past us into the kitchen.


Scorpius flushes slightly and I roll my eyes.


Suddenly, a crash for upstairs interrupts us. I wince, glance at the ceiling, and then head upstairs.


I turn in the hallway and stop at his door.


James is sitting on his bed, shuddering, broken pieces of his lamp scattered across the floor.


“Reparo,” I mumble under my breath, and the lamp reforms.


I step over to James and sit down beside him.


He doesn’t even bother to look at me, he just continues to cry, his head in his hands. I wrap my arms around him, and whisper, “It’ll be okay.”


“No, it won’t!” He cries. “Dad is gone! Don’t you get it, Al? He. Is. Gone. He. Won’t. Come. Back.”


“You can’t know that,” I say brokenly to him.


He looks up at me, continuing to cry and asks, “And how can you know that he’s not dead?”


“I just… I just know,” I say weakly.


James shakes his head and turns away from me, pushing my arms off of his shoulders angrily.


“Stop fucking lying to yourself, Al,” he says harshly. “Dad is dead. He won’t come back. Now just give up and leave me alone.”


I flinch, his comment hurting more than I thought it ever would.


I may not be myself, but James definitely isn’t either. Not anymore. He’s not the brother who would never utter a harsh word to anyone.


He’s become someone who can’t believe that Dad will ever come back to us. He’s decided to give up.


He’s become someone who hates me when I try to comfort him.


He doesn’t want to face the world.


So, for now, I let him hide.


I shut the door quietly behind me, not sure what else to say to him. I sigh. As long as I’m up here, I might as well check on everybody else.


I slip into Lily’s room to find her crying into her pillow. She looks up at me as I shut the
door behind me and turns away.


“Lils,” I mutter. I brush her hair comfortingly. “Come on. Everything will be okay, I promise.”


“No it won’t,” she says. “Dad’s gone. Nothing will be okay, Al.”


“Lily—”


“He’s gone, Al, he’s gone.”


“Lily—”


“Why can’t you understand?” She asks me, her voice muffled by her purple pillow, which is wet with tears. Her red hair splays across it artfully. “You sit here every day and you hope, and you hope, and you act like none of it is happening, but it is. Dad is gone. He’s probably dead. Why can’t you get that, Al? Why can’t you give up and just grieve with the rest of us already?”


I swallow, straightening the purple cover of her bed, saying nothing in return. No, no, no.


Dad is not dead.


I won’t believe it.


He can’t be.


“He’s not gone, Lily, he’ll come back—”


“See? Right there,” she tells me, her voice choking on tears. “Give up, Al. Just give up. It’s no use.”


I leave her room, shaking my head, not bothering to say anything else. Why won’t they just listen to me?


Dad is not dead. He’ll come back.


I’ll do everything to make sure that he comes back.


I have to.


For them, for me.


I back into the wall and sink to the floor, bringing my knees to my chest. I rest my head on top of them. Willing myself not to cry, breathing in slow, deep breaths.


Why can’t they understand?


I can’t believe that Dad is dead because he’s Dad.


I want him to be alive more than anything on this earth right now.


If it would make them better, if it would bring Dad back, I would die right now for them. I would.


Just to bring Dad back.


So I can’t willingly believe that he’s really gone until I see some kind of proof. And there is no proof.


Not yet.


So I won’t believe it.


I can’t.


I just can’t.


I hear footsteps coming up the hall, and don’t even bother to glance up. Arms wrap around my shoulders and rub my back soothingly.


“We have to find him,” I choke into Scorpius’s shoulder.


“I know,” he murmurs. “I know, Al, I know.”
 



I pace the floors of the office, not sure what else to do.


“Well, what about your Dad?” I ask Scorpius. “Do you think he might know anything about the Death Eaters reforming?”


Scorpius shakes his head. “He quit any kind of Death Eater alliance ten years ago. And that was for good.”


I hiss out a frustrated breath. “Then what do we do?”


Scorpius bites his lip and then says, “We could… No. Never mind. It’s too dangerous. And it’s crazy.”


“What?” I ask, whirling back to look at him.


He grimaces. “Well, the only person I could think of who might have information on the Death Eaters’ actions is Blaise Zabini, but we’d have to break into his house or something to find any papers or such.”


I meet his eyes. They stare back at me, liquid silver, no fear showing in them.


“Alright,” I say.


His eyes widen. “Whoa, I wasn’t telling you what I was thinking so that you could agree, I was telling you so that you could say it was a completely daft, brainless, not to mention really, really bad and dangerous idea!”


I shrug. “What else do we have?”


Scorpius opens his mouth to protest again, and I cut him off.


“Look,” I say desperately, “My Dad is gone. My family is falling apart. My siblings hate me now. I would die to get my Dad back, so I don’t give a damn what you think. I am willing to do whatever it takes.”


Scorpius’s eyes stare me down calmly for a moment and slowly, he nods. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay.” 
 



Author’s note: I apologize for the shorter chapter than normal, but I wanted to keep the Zabini Manor break-in to next chapter. (Ah, the suspense of waiting…)


Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I liked writing it, even though making James and Lily kind of hate Al was so heart-breaking. Poor Al.


Preview for chapter four, anyone?


We are going to break into somebody’s house.


For papers that we don’t even know exist that just might give us information on where my Dad might have disappeared to.



Who the hell does that anyways?



Uh, nobody.



But I’m going to give it a shot.



I’ll get the chapter up as soon as possible! Thanks for reading! 


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