Chapter 22 : The Happening that Happened When the Potter Parents Visit + Scorpius Drops a Truth Bomb
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I entered the Headmaster’s office with great trepidation. I didn’t know why I was being called in and I didn’t want to know. It could’ve been any of the illegal things I’ve done this week. I saw my parents though and my brothers which made no sense. “Hello Miss Potter,” Headmistress Bones said and smiled at me. “Have a seat please.” She motioned to the remaining empty chair between James and Albus.
Albus still looked like he’d gone through hell and back with his bruised and scratched face. James was staring at his hands and picking a thread on his robes. My parents just looked confused. I sat down and looked up. “What’s this about?” I asked.
“We want to know what’s going on.” My mum looked at me sharply. “I want to know why my son has been brutally attacked by his brother’s best friend and why someone tried to gain illegal access to his medical records.”
My eyes widened at the last remark, but before I could respond Headmistress Bones said, “I’m going to leave you here to have those very important conversations privately. If you need anything let my secretary know.” She then smiled and left the room.
The silence swelled in her absence.
“Someone better tell me what’s going on.” Mum stood up and leaned against the front of the headmistress’ desk. Dad joined her and they stared at us.
I looked at Albus and James, but neither of them would meet my eyes. I just looked back to my parents and shrugged. “Troy and Albus got into a fight over Maxima Brankovitch. But I don’t know anything about the medical records thing.”
“Albus, this happened because of a girl?” Mum growled.
He swallowed and looked up at her as he mumbled, “Yes.”
“Do you know how idiotic that sounds?” She scowled at him. “I mean I could understand that coming from James or even Lily since she’d very territorial—” It’s true. I punched Cora Summerby once in day care, because I thought she stole my boyfriend. It should be noted: I was only five years old. “But you? Albus, you’ve always been so sensible. How could you let a girl come between you and Troy?” Mum asked.
“Troy and I aren’t friends.” He snapped. “We never have been. James and Troy are friends. You guys just pretend Troy is our brother, because he’s good at Quidditch and outgoing like you all. But he’s not! He’s a terrible person especially to girls and Maxima doesn’t deserve that.” He crossed his arms and set back in his chair.
“Al, what on earth does that mean? You think we like Troy better than you?” Dad asked him. Dad was always able to look at us and know what was really bothering us. He had mad skills in that department.
Albus shook his head. “No, I mean, I know it’s not like that. I know you guy just look out for Troy because of his parent situation. It’s just annoying when you treat him like the favorite child and completely ignore every trash decision he makes. You guys know how he is about getting drunk all the time and sleeping around, but you just ignore it. But if I even smell a bottle of Firewhisky, I get grounded for a month.”
“Al, that’s because Troy isn’t our child. We can’t tell him what to do unless he asks for advice,” Mum said as she put her hands on Albus’s knees and patted them. “No matter how much we want to tell Troy to stop, we can’t. We just want to know if you’re okay, because you had to do something pretty bad for Troy to hit you since he treats you like a brother.”
Al hung his head at that. He avoided our parents’ gazes and they noticed.
“Don’t tell me you did the thing we specifically told you and James not to do.” Mum put her hand over her eyes. “The thing every parent dreads hearing about.”
James chuckled as he said, “He did. And in the Shrieking Shack to boot.”
Dad snorted as Mum hung her head. “I’m so ashamed to be your mother. You slept with Troy’s girlfriend in the Shrieking Shack. How can you have so much free time? It’s like you kids never have homework!”
“Well, they don’t have to fight dark lords or anything, so they have more free time than we did,” Dad deadpanned and I burst out laughing.
“You can’t keep playing the dark lord card every time we do something wrong!” I complained.
“Oh, but I can.” He winked at me and I rolled my eyes with a smile.
“Well, I’m glad it’s out in the open at least.” Mum shrugged and we laughed. “Anyways, onto the medical records. Do you have any idea why someone would call your therapist? I thought no one knew about what you’ve been going through.” For some reason, Mum never used the “d-word” when she talked about Albus’ issues.
“No Mum, I have no idea.” He shrugged.
Dad nodded and leaned forward. “I think our next step will be to open an investigation. Someone accessed your medical information through illegal means.” He smoothed his robes out. “We need to know their intentions for getting this information. Have you told anyone you go to a therapist regularly?”
Albus shook his head. He didn’t like talking about his depression with Dad and avoided it at all costs. “No one knows outside our family.”
“Not even an ex-girlfriend like Iris or a friend?”
“No one,” he replied tight-lipped, gaze downcast.
Dad nodded and didn’t press the topic. “Okay, I’ll see what I can find out.”
“Now,” Mum said as she stood up. “C’mon everyone!” She chirped and opened her arms wide. Dad smiled as he looped his arm around her waist.
We playfully groaned, but moved in to close up the group hug. Mum loved group hugs and insisted on them all the time.
“We miss you all so much.” She squeezed James tightly and he chuckled. “Can’t wait for you to come home for Christmas.” Dad nodded in agreement.
“Yes, yes, we love you too.” I hurried them along. “Now, I have places to be and people to see.” I hugged them both once more and walked towards the door. I had a meeting with Brankovitch and McCartney in a few minutes. And the former might actually decapitate me if I’m late. “I’ll see you both soon!” I chimed with a smile over my shoulder.
“Bye sweetie!” They called after me as I left.
As I walked to the meeting place, my mind was reeling. I can’t believe someone outside the family knows about Albus’ problems. No one, I mean, no one else knows. Not even Iris. She dated Albus for years even when it happened. When what we refer to as A-Day happened. When he tried to… Godric, I can’t even think about it. I shivered as I remembered James scooping Albus up and Apparating him to St. Mungo’s. Troy grabbing my hand and asking if I was okay. The sound of the liquor bottle rolling on the wood floor as I watched it clink against the couch leg. Staring at the spilled pills scattered across the floor like a garish rainbow, my mouth open in horror.
I shook my head to clear the thoughts. It’s okay now. Albus is better. He won’t do anything like that ever again. The family won’t let him and between all of us, he’s almost never alone. I opened the door to our meeting room which was just Brankovitch’s office. She was sitting behind her desk as she looked up at me. One of her eyes was black and swollen shut from Rose’s hit.
“Hello Potter,” she said. I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk. She set down the papers she held in her hand.
“Brankovitch,” I replied.
“Where’s McCartney?” She asked and I shrugged. “Of course. Well, if she isn’t going to take this seriously then she obviously doesn’t care.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’m here!” The aforementioned girl raced in. Her hair was sticking up everywhere and she wasn’t wearing anything except leggings and a t-shirt with a detention slip sticking out the top of her front pocket. A dress code violation, I’m sure. “Sorry, I’m late,” she told us with a sheepish smile.
“I don’t have time for you to be late. If we are going to do this, you are going to adhere to my rules and principles.” Brankovitch glared at her.
“Of course,” she replied with a bowed head. “I just overslept.”
“It’s five o’clock in the afternoon.” Brankovitch’s green eyes narrowed.
“I was napping,” McCartney told her.
“Is napping more important than taking down Satan incarnate?”
“More important than anything.”
I face-palmed for her.
“Next time, show up on time or your sister won’t be the only one who gets taken down.” She glared at the unassuming brunette who flushed red. “We have a lot of shit to do.” She picked up the papers and passed us each a copy of them. “I have accessed Lennon’s transcripts and made contact with a few of her peers from Beauxbatons. I have some friends who attend as well and are Lennon’s age. They promised to get full reports back to me by the end of the week.”
I skimmed over the report, but it was just Lennon’s grades. “What do we need her grades for?”
Brankovitch rolled her eyes. “I was getting to that part. I found out that Lennon was shit at Potions at Beauxbatons, but compared to transcripts here, she excels at Potions. This can only mean one thing. She’s cheating. Our job is to find out how. My first thought was Vincent. He maybe an idiot socially, but, in a stroke of luck for him, he’s smart. Only problem is, he’s not in her class. So, my next thought was Scorpius. He must be helping her since Gryffindors and Slytherins have Potions together. I’m going to try to catch them. Getting her expelled will be the icing on the cake.”
I started to open my mouth and refuse this since it would implicate Scorpius, but quickly closed my mouth. Brankovitch could not know about me and Scorpius. I didn’t trust her.
“Another thing: I want to know more about Lennon.” She was looking at McCartney now as she picked up a fountain pen and a fancy clipboard with her initials on it.
“What do you mean?” The other girl returned.
“I know for a fact that bitches aren’t born, they’re made. So, what made Lennon a bitch? Where was the turning point in her life?” Those green eyes were purely analytical. No feeling. No emotion. Just sheer critical thinking. It was kind of terrifying to watch. I wondered what Maxima’s turning point was, but was too scared to ask.
McCartney cupped her chin with her hand and chewed on her lip. “I mean she’s always been a snippy person, but I guess when it got really bad was before Lennon moved from Durmstrang to Beauxbatons. She begged my parents to let her come home, because of rumors about her or something. I don’t really know, but they wouldn’t let her until the school year was up. She was so hateful to everyone, even Scorpius could barely hang out with her. Ever since then, she’s just been a raging bitch with no redeeming qualities.”
“Rumors at Durmstrang, eh?” Brankovitch hummed. She picked up her phone and began typing quickly. “I have a few sources there. I’ll check on them and see what those rumors were about.” She set it down and eyed us. “Productive meeting ladies. See you at this time in two days.” She motioned to the door with a nod. “I’m sure you can see yourselves out.”
I got up and left as McCartney said, “Goodbye Maxima.” We parted ways with smiles as I walked towards the Quidditch Pitch. I pulled out my phone and dialed Scorpius’ number.
“Hello?” He answered.
“Meet me at the Pitch now,” I replied.
“Can do.” We hung up at the same time. Ha. He probably thinks we are going to make out. Boy, is he in for a rude awakening. I went to our usual spot underneath the bleachers and saw a suspicious sight. Troy’s cousin Blaine Davies (aka the most goody-two-shoes girl I know) was talking to Rex Colombo’s Ravenclaw dealer. She looked nervous and shaky as they talked then went their separate ways. That was fucking weird.
Scorpius arrived within moments of their departure. “It’s sexy when you get all assertive,” he purred as he slid towards me. His lips going for that spot behind my ear.
“Quit. I’m being serious right now.” I pushed him away.
He looked at me in confusion. “You didn’t want to make-out?”
“I wouldn’t put it that way. If you shut up and do what I say, we can make-out after.” I glared at him.
He fluttered his hands at me. “Get on with it then.”
“Stop helping Lennon fucking—” He winced at the foul word. “Luck cheat in Potions,” I snarled. He looked at me wide-eyed and scanned behind me. “Brankovitch is on the Godric-damn—” He winced again. “Warpath and I don’t want you anywhere near the bloody detonator when she gets what’s coming to her. Do you understand?”
He blinked. “What in Salazar’s green girdle are you talking about?”
“The video? The one that got my brother beat near to death? Your precious Lennon was the one who produced and released it.” I snapped.
“What?” He gasped. “Are you sure? I mean Lennon’s a bit abrasive and stand-off-ish, but she’s got a heart of gold, I promise.”
“Do you hear yourself?” I glared at him. “The bitch is fucking psycho and you’re going to sit there and tell me that she’s got a heart of ruddy gold?”
“Lily—” he cautioned and his eyes narrowed. “Please don’t use that kind of language to describe my friends.”
I scoffed. “Holy fuck. Scorpius! I can’t believe this. Lennon Josephine Luck is a raging bitch and if you try to claim any different, you’re fucking deluded.”
He tilted his head. “How do you know her middle name?”
I blinked. “What?”
“Her middle name? Where’d you hear it?” He scowled.
“I—I,” I began, “I heard it from McCartney.”
“So, you’ve been getting a McCartney’s opinion on Lennon? You do know that McCartney has hated Lennon ever since Byron Ashworth chose to date her over McCartney.” He glared at me.
“Who the fuck is Byron Ashworth?” I asked, ignoring his wince at the language. Godric, he needs to grow a pair.
“Of course, she left this part of the story out.” He rolled his eyes. “Byron was McCartney’s best friend growing up. He was their next-door neighbor and always hung out with us. Lennon, McCartney, Byron, and I were inseparable during the summer. He and Lennon went to Durmstrang, but during the summer, he and McCartney got closer. Byron never noticed that McCartney actually loved him. She pined after him for years, but he started dating Lennon. They dated for a while, but he had to move to America before my fourth year.” He shrugged. “I guess McCartney just never got over him rejecting her, so now she takes it out on Lennon.”
I mulled over this in my mind for a second before continuing. Scorpius must have gotten this from Lennon, so she could be lying. But McCartney could also be lying. She seems innocent, but I wouldn’t put it past her. “It doesn’t change the fact that Brankovitch is going to try and catch you helping Lennon cheat. She wants to get her expelled and I don’t want you to get caught in the crossfire.” I put my hand on his arm. “Just be careful, okay?”
He gave a small laugh. “You act like this place has become a warzone.”
I just shook my head and muttered to myself, “Oh, you have no fucking idea.”
Hello all! i hoped you liked this new chapter from LP's POV! Thank you so much to everyone leaving reviews! Especially Hasane! Like you are the GOAT and your reviews make me smile so much! Thank you thank you thank you! Also thank you to all the silent readers out there, y'all are cool too! :) Okay, so I want theories people. What on earth do y'all think is going on? Is McCartney lying? Is Lennon lying? Is Scorpius lying? Also what kind of rumors do you think were going around about Lennon? I want to hear what you guys think! It might just affect the story... ;) Anyways thank you so much for reading and leave a review if you're feeling generous!
P.S. No new Face-Claims this chapter!
In the next chapter... It's all about Maxima's development. St. Mungo's has Maxima shook to her core. The Prodigal Sister returns and Maxima is still bitter about it. Albus Potter gets really fricking real. Maxima is shook again. Everything has changed.
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