Fly Away With Me
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mini_festTitle: Fly Away With Me
Author:
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius
Word Count: 1,800
Rating: PG
Prompt: mini_fest 1.18. “Harry or one of his children comes out during a Burrow Christmas”
Timeline: 6th year at Hogwarts, Christmas holidays
Summary: It’s Christmas at the Burrow, and Al has a secret that could make him finally conquer his fears.
“Ouch!” Molly Weasley swore and stuck her finger in her mouth. “What the bloody hell was that?”
It was late on Christmas Eve and she had just got all her children and grandchildren upstairs and off to bed. She was enjoying the peaceful solitude of the sitting room, which was only lit by the light of the fire and the twinkling fairies on the gigantic tree she was currently putting presents under. Or had been putting presents under until something had stabbed her in the finger. Getting down on her hands and knees, she looked behind a brightly wrapped pile of sweaters and spotted the problem.
Shoved all the way behind the tree so that it couldn’t be easily seen, was a small green box with an elegant silver bow. Magic crinkled around the box, zapping anything that came close to it with a bolt of pure magical energy, including the brightly lit fairies and, evidently, Molly’s finger. She could just see the tag attached to the bow, which read, “Albus, you better NOT open this until Christmas” in small, even handwriting.
Molly sat back and smiled to herself, humming as she went about putting the rest of the presents under the tree, where they patiently waited until everyone rushed downstairs at the crack of dawn to open them.
***
The stairs were a madhouse early on Christmas morning, as everyone shoved to get down to the main floor of the Burrow and into the sitting room, where piles of presents resided beneath the Christmas tree.
Lily nearly sent Al tumbling down the stairs headfirst, and he probably would’ve taken out his Uncle Ron and cousin Hugo in the process if his dad hadn’t reached out and caught his shoulder.
“Whotcher, there, Al,” Harry said with a grin as Al steadied himself and stayed close to the rail down the next three flights of stairs.
“Thanks, dad,” Al replied with a pale face. He was terrified of heights, even more so of falling, and being shoved down three flights of stairs was by far one of his worst nightmares. He’d fallen off his toy broom as a child, and since then, no amount of coaxing or pleading would get him to try it again. He’d nearly failed his flying lessons during his first year at Hogwarts because he refused to get within ten feet of a broom. The only reason he hadn’t taken a failing mark was because his dad had written a letter to McGonagall asking for him to be excused from the class.
Finally everyone made it safely down the stairs and crowded into the sitting room, where the younger kids pushed closer to the tree in excitement and the adults stood back to watch their children’s eyes light up with wonder at the surprises of Christmas morning.
Arthur Weasley settled into his over-sized armchair and began passing out the gifts while Molly bustled in and out of the kitchen to get tea and cocoa to everyone who wanted it. For nearly an hour the room was filled with excited voices and the sounds of tearing paper as gifts were opened to reveal books, toys, clothing, a new jumper for every member of the family, and even a new broom for Hugo, who wanted to try out for the Gryffindor house team next term.
After the pile of presents was exhausted and the room seemed to be buried under mounds of torn wrapping paper, everyone settled down to explore their gifts more thoroughly.
Aunt Hermione and Rose were eagerly pouring over the new edition of Hogwarts: A History that Rose had received, pointing out all the differences between the new edition and the edition Rose had gotten the year before she started at Hogwarts. Al didn’t understand why they were so excited about it, but he never did fully understand the pair of them. As his father said on more than one occasion, and it was a sentiment Al firmly agreed with, both of them should’ve been sorted into Ravenclaw. Their love of books was just too unnatural for them to be anything but.
Hugo and James were talking excitedly about the new broom and hoping they could take it out after breakfast to give it a try. They didn’t bother to include Al in their discussion, since they already knew he wouldn’t even step outside to watch. Lily had small white things shoved into her ears and was nearly bouncing off the walls with glee as she listened to her favorite Muggle music group called the Jonas Brothers. Everyone was silently thankful that the white plastic kept the music in her head and not where they would be subjected to hear it.
Al, on the other hand, sat on his knees near the fire and looked over his gifts quietly. There was an assortment of sweets and Weasley’s Wheezes, a new book, a new set of dress robes, a new journal (which he was in desperate need of), a set of shiny silver Gobstones, a green and silver jumper that was quite befitting due to his residence in Slytherin, and even a bit of cursed gold from his uncle Bill, who had just gotten back from a job in Peru. What was missing, however, was the gift he had been most looking forward to.
He tried not to look too sullen or put out, since he did not wish to attract any unwanted attention to his mood, but while everyone else was enthusiastically using or talking about their gifts, he just sat there.
Molly watched from the doorway to the kitchen, satisfied to see smiles on everyone’s faces, until she reached her middle grandchild and saw the frown he was trying to hide. He had a smile plastered on his face, one that would fool even his parents, she suspected, but she knew better. Something was bothering him. Something, she expected, that was still sitting beneath the tree.
Quietly she moved through the mass of bodies and gifts to sit next to Al on the floor. “Al?” she asked softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
He automatically jerked away from the touch before he realized it had only been his grandmother. Giving her a sheepish smile in response, he tried to keep the grin on his face while she studied him with knowing eyes, though the look faltered time and time again.
“Albus,” she said after finally seeming to find the answer she was looking for. “There’s still one gift left for you.”
“What?” he tried to disguise the eagerness in his voice with casual indifference, but once again failed miserably.
“It’s under the tree,” she pointed at the wall behind the brightly lit boughs.
Without a second thought Al was diving for the tree, the lower branches getting caught and tangled in his hair, and reaching eagerly back behind the trunk until his hand touched smooth wrapping paper. In his fight with the tree he had drawn the attention of everyone else in the room, a fact that was not apparent to him until he was sitting back on his knees with bits of greenery stuck in his messy ebony locks and the small package held gently in his hands.
The package was about the size of a book and exquisitely wrapped, drawing curious looks from everyone but Rose. He opened the package slowly, taking care not to destroy the wrapping, and pulled out a small black box. It was the type of box that jewelry was kept in, and though Albus already had an idea of what lay inside, he opened the box with trembling fingers.
Inside, resting lightly on a bed of black velvet, was a platinum snake wound in a circle and hanging from a thin chain. With a stupid grin on his face he gently lifted the pendent from the box, immediately triggering the animation spell, causing the snake to wind its way around his finger before settling back on the chain. He happily snapped the chain into place around his neck and had just looked up to see his entire family watching him, when everyone’s attention was drawn to the front door.
Even in his haze of happiness, Al was thankful for the distraction. He wasn’t quite ready to tell his family about his boyfriend, nor was he ready to tell them he had a boyfriend. In a family of breeders, Al was not sure how they would react to his news, but he suspected they might be okay with it. Until he told them who he was dating, at least. If being the only gay person in his family wasn’t reason enough for them to get upset, the fact that Harry Potter’s son was dating the son of Draco Malfoy would be more than enough for his family, as well as the entire wizarding community, to have a cow.
He was torn from his contemplation a split second after the door opened and the object of his musings was standing there with a covered bowl in his hands.
“Mrs. Weasley,” Scorpius smiled politely at Molly. Offering her the covered dish, he explained, “My mother sent along a pecan pie.”
The majority of the family sat in stunned silence while Molly took the pro-offered gift with a warm smile. “That was quite kind of her,” she said graciously. “Would you like to come in?”
“Actually, I was hoping I might be able to borrow Al for an hour or so,” Scorpius fidgeted slightly under the scrutiny of the entire Potter-Weasley clan.
Molly’s smile grew wider when Al was up and across the room before Scorpius had finished speaking. “Of course, dear, just have him back by two.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Scorpius replied, though his attention was entirely focused on Al, who had just appeared by his side.
“I got the necklace,” Al whispered to Scorpius, automatically lifting his hand to cover the platinum pendant. “Will it really work?”
“Only one way to find out,” the blonde boy replied and stepped away from the door to reveal the brand new broom behind him. He mounted the broom and looked at Al with a smile. “Do you trust me?”
Al, who only hours earlier would have backed away from the broom in terror, took Scorpius’ hand and mounted the broom behind his boyfriend. “Yes,” he whispered against the soft skin of Scorpius’ ear. “I trust you with my life.”
“Good,” Scorpius replied and kicked off the ground so the broom rose a few feet into the air.
A collective gasp rose from the front room in the Burrow, but the sound was lost on the roar of the wind when Al squeezed Scorpius around the middle and they took off like a shot, disappearing into the bright morning sun.
Author:
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius
Word Count: 1,800
Rating: PG
Prompt: mini_fest 1.18. “Harry or one of his children comes out during a Burrow Christmas”
Timeline: 6th year at Hogwarts, Christmas holidays
Summary: It’s Christmas at the Burrow, and Al has a secret that could make him finally conquer his fears.
“Ouch!” Molly Weasley swore and stuck her finger in her mouth. “What the bloody hell was that?”
It was late on Christmas Eve and she had just got all her children and grandchildren upstairs and off to bed. She was enjoying the peaceful solitude of the sitting room, which was only lit by the light of the fire and the twinkling fairies on the gigantic tree she was currently putting presents under. Or had been putting presents under until something had stabbed her in the finger. Getting down on her hands and knees, she looked behind a brightly wrapped pile of sweaters and spotted the problem.
Shoved all the way behind the tree so that it couldn’t be easily seen, was a small green box with an elegant silver bow. Magic crinkled around the box, zapping anything that came close to it with a bolt of pure magical energy, including the brightly lit fairies and, evidently, Molly’s finger. She could just see the tag attached to the bow, which read, “Albus, you better NOT open this until Christmas” in small, even handwriting.
Molly sat back and smiled to herself, humming as she went about putting the rest of the presents under the tree, where they patiently waited until everyone rushed downstairs at the crack of dawn to open them.
***
The stairs were a madhouse early on Christmas morning, as everyone shoved to get down to the main floor of the Burrow and into the sitting room, where piles of presents resided beneath the Christmas tree.
Lily nearly sent Al tumbling down the stairs headfirst, and he probably would’ve taken out his Uncle Ron and cousin Hugo in the process if his dad hadn’t reached out and caught his shoulder.
“Whotcher, there, Al,” Harry said with a grin as Al steadied himself and stayed close to the rail down the next three flights of stairs.
“Thanks, dad,” Al replied with a pale face. He was terrified of heights, even more so of falling, and being shoved down three flights of stairs was by far one of his worst nightmares. He’d fallen off his toy broom as a child, and since then, no amount of coaxing or pleading would get him to try it again. He’d nearly failed his flying lessons during his first year at Hogwarts because he refused to get within ten feet of a broom. The only reason he hadn’t taken a failing mark was because his dad had written a letter to McGonagall asking for him to be excused from the class.
Finally everyone made it safely down the stairs and crowded into the sitting room, where the younger kids pushed closer to the tree in excitement and the adults stood back to watch their children’s eyes light up with wonder at the surprises of Christmas morning.
Arthur Weasley settled into his over-sized armchair and began passing out the gifts while Molly bustled in and out of the kitchen to get tea and cocoa to everyone who wanted it. For nearly an hour the room was filled with excited voices and the sounds of tearing paper as gifts were opened to reveal books, toys, clothing, a new jumper for every member of the family, and even a new broom for Hugo, who wanted to try out for the Gryffindor house team next term.
After the pile of presents was exhausted and the room seemed to be buried under mounds of torn wrapping paper, everyone settled down to explore their gifts more thoroughly.
Aunt Hermione and Rose were eagerly pouring over the new edition of Hogwarts: A History that Rose had received, pointing out all the differences between the new edition and the edition Rose had gotten the year before she started at Hogwarts. Al didn’t understand why they were so excited about it, but he never did fully understand the pair of them. As his father said on more than one occasion, and it was a sentiment Al firmly agreed with, both of them should’ve been sorted into Ravenclaw. Their love of books was just too unnatural for them to be anything but.
Hugo and James were talking excitedly about the new broom and hoping they could take it out after breakfast to give it a try. They didn’t bother to include Al in their discussion, since they already knew he wouldn’t even step outside to watch. Lily had small white things shoved into her ears and was nearly bouncing off the walls with glee as she listened to her favorite Muggle music group called the Jonas Brothers. Everyone was silently thankful that the white plastic kept the music in her head and not where they would be subjected to hear it.
Al, on the other hand, sat on his knees near the fire and looked over his gifts quietly. There was an assortment of sweets and Weasley’s Wheezes, a new book, a new set of dress robes, a new journal (which he was in desperate need of), a set of shiny silver Gobstones, a green and silver jumper that was quite befitting due to his residence in Slytherin, and even a bit of cursed gold from his uncle Bill, who had just gotten back from a job in Peru. What was missing, however, was the gift he had been most looking forward to.
He tried not to look too sullen or put out, since he did not wish to attract any unwanted attention to his mood, but while everyone else was enthusiastically using or talking about their gifts, he just sat there.
Molly watched from the doorway to the kitchen, satisfied to see smiles on everyone’s faces, until she reached her middle grandchild and saw the frown he was trying to hide. He had a smile plastered on his face, one that would fool even his parents, she suspected, but she knew better. Something was bothering him. Something, she expected, that was still sitting beneath the tree.
Quietly she moved through the mass of bodies and gifts to sit next to Al on the floor. “Al?” she asked softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
He automatically jerked away from the touch before he realized it had only been his grandmother. Giving her a sheepish smile in response, he tried to keep the grin on his face while she studied him with knowing eyes, though the look faltered time and time again.
“Albus,” she said after finally seeming to find the answer she was looking for. “There’s still one gift left for you.”
“What?” he tried to disguise the eagerness in his voice with casual indifference, but once again failed miserably.
“It’s under the tree,” she pointed at the wall behind the brightly lit boughs.
Without a second thought Al was diving for the tree, the lower branches getting caught and tangled in his hair, and reaching eagerly back behind the trunk until his hand touched smooth wrapping paper. In his fight with the tree he had drawn the attention of everyone else in the room, a fact that was not apparent to him until he was sitting back on his knees with bits of greenery stuck in his messy ebony locks and the small package held gently in his hands.
The package was about the size of a book and exquisitely wrapped, drawing curious looks from everyone but Rose. He opened the package slowly, taking care not to destroy the wrapping, and pulled out a small black box. It was the type of box that jewelry was kept in, and though Albus already had an idea of what lay inside, he opened the box with trembling fingers.
Inside, resting lightly on a bed of black velvet, was a platinum snake wound in a circle and hanging from a thin chain. With a stupid grin on his face he gently lifted the pendent from the box, immediately triggering the animation spell, causing the snake to wind its way around his finger before settling back on the chain. He happily snapped the chain into place around his neck and had just looked up to see his entire family watching him, when everyone’s attention was drawn to the front door.
Even in his haze of happiness, Al was thankful for the distraction. He wasn’t quite ready to tell his family about his boyfriend, nor was he ready to tell them he had a boyfriend. In a family of breeders, Al was not sure how they would react to his news, but he suspected they might be okay with it. Until he told them who he was dating, at least. If being the only gay person in his family wasn’t reason enough for them to get upset, the fact that Harry Potter’s son was dating the son of Draco Malfoy would be more than enough for his family, as well as the entire wizarding community, to have a cow.
He was torn from his contemplation a split second after the door opened and the object of his musings was standing there with a covered bowl in his hands.
“Mrs. Weasley,” Scorpius smiled politely at Molly. Offering her the covered dish, he explained, “My mother sent along a pecan pie.”
The majority of the family sat in stunned silence while Molly took the pro-offered gift with a warm smile. “That was quite kind of her,” she said graciously. “Would you like to come in?”
“Actually, I was hoping I might be able to borrow Al for an hour or so,” Scorpius fidgeted slightly under the scrutiny of the entire Potter-Weasley clan.
Molly’s smile grew wider when Al was up and across the room before Scorpius had finished speaking. “Of course, dear, just have him back by two.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Scorpius replied, though his attention was entirely focused on Al, who had just appeared by his side.
“I got the necklace,” Al whispered to Scorpius, automatically lifting his hand to cover the platinum pendant. “Will it really work?”
“Only one way to find out,” the blonde boy replied and stepped away from the door to reveal the brand new broom behind him. He mounted the broom and looked at Al with a smile. “Do you trust me?”
Al, who only hours earlier would have backed away from the broom in terror, took Scorpius’ hand and mounted the broom behind his boyfriend. “Yes,” he whispered against the soft skin of Scorpius’ ear. “I trust you with my life.”
“Good,” Scorpius replied and kicked off the ground so the broom rose a few feet into the air.
A collective gasp rose from the front room in the Burrow, but the sound was lost on the roar of the wind when Al squeezed Scorpius around the middle and they took off like a shot, disappearing into the bright morning sun.
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Date: 2009-12-03 07:36 pm (UTC)I loved Al in this--diving behind the tree and getting tangled up. He was so sweet! And I'm sure his family will be more understanding than he fears. And Scorpius was so sweet! I love that the present guarded itself--that is so Malfoy.
Great work, thank you for sharing this!
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Date: 2009-12-14 02:53 am (UTC)Oh, I love all the little touches- the sparking present, Molly noticing Albus frown, Scorpius bringing pie from his mother...
I adore this story!