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Ginny and Al Potter, bellatrixx @ TDA

I sigh as I step into the kitchen, ready for another long, grueling day, but stop in surprise when I see my Mum standing there, cooking breakfast.

“M—mum?” I choke, staring wide-eyed at her.

She smiles sadly at me. “Hello, Al.”

I continue to stand in the doorway, my jaw hanging open. Where the hell did this come from? This is the first time Mum has gone out of her room without me forcing her to in nearly a month.

“What’s going on?” I finally ask.

She looks at me and makes a face. Then she opens her arms and softly says, “Al, come here.”

I pause for a moment, but then fling myself into her arms, unable to do anything else. She holds me close to her chest and whispers, “I’m so proud of you,” in my ear. I blink up at her.

“Why?” I question.

She brushes my hair out of my face and says, “You never give up Al. You did everything for us, and we’ve been treating you like dirt.” I bury my head into her shoulder, trembling slightly. She continues, “You’re my son, and it’s my job to take care of you. I haven’t been doing a very good job, have I?”

I sniffle, taking in her scent, flowers in the spring, and murmuring, “But Dad…”
She rests her head on top of mine. “There’s nothing we can do but hope,” she tells me sadly. “I can’t continue to waste my life away in my room. You’ve done brilliantly Al. Thank you.”

I take a deep breath and pull back from her. “I love you, Mum.”

She smiles at me. “I love you too, Al.”

She turns back to the stove and finally finishes with her pancakes, setting a few on two plates, and we sit down together. We don’t talk much, but I feel comforted. Mum is here. Everything is going to be okay.

There is a knock on the door, and then it opens. Mum glances at me, but I just shrug. It’s nothing to worry about.

Scorpius enters the kitchen, a bag over his shoulder, but stops when he sees my Mum. He blinks, and then blinks again, and again, until finally, Mum says, “Hello. You must be Scorpius.”

He nods slowly, confusion written across his face.

Mum smiles kindly at him. “Please, help yourself to some pancakes.”

Scorpius looks at me awkwardly, but then takes a few pancakes and settles down in the chair next to me. He clears his throat. “Um… Thank you, Mrs. Potter.”

“Call me Ginny, Scorpius.”

He nods. “Ginny it is then.”

We eat silently, but it is ruined when James storms down the steps. He enters the kitchen and freezes, just staring at the spectacle before him. He’s probably just making a list of odd things about this scene in his head.

I shake my head and turn back to my plate. Scorpius glances around uncomfortably again, and I say quietly to him, “It’s not that awkward.”

“Feels like it,” he grumbles back.

Finally, James mutters, “What the hell is going on?”

“James,” Mum titters disapprovingly. “Don’t curse, please.”

I try to hold back my laughter at this, but don’t do a very good job. Mum glances at me in concern, and James rolls his eyes.

Scorpius snickers and then stares innocently at his plate.

James sits down at the table, glaring at Scorpius and I, and finally grabs a few pancakes, shoving as many in his mouth as possible.

“Oh,” Scorpius says after a moment. “Al, I need to talk to you.”

All three of us turn to look at him, and his eyes meet mine, the deep grey screaming at me, I think I have something.

He glances at my Mum and James, and finally, he clears his throat and says, “Erm… In private, if you don’t mind.” I stand up, faking surprise and muttering, “Uh, sure. Let’s go over here…” I grab his arm and drag him over into the living room. We stand in silence for a moment when I finally ask, “What is it?”

He glances around and then leans closer to me and whispers softly, “I was thinking… We need information on the Death Eaters, right? If we ever want to take this to the ministry, that is.”

I nod slowly. “Well yeah. Course.”

“So… Archives.”

I blink at him, thoroughly confused. “W… What?”

He looks at me in exasperation, rolling his grey eyes, his expression clearly reading, are you daft? Come on.

“Newspaper archives. You know, like the Daily Prophet? Seriously, Al. Think for a minute!”

I blink slowly, taking this in, and then my eyes widen slightly. “You’re brilliant,” I gasp to him.

He smirks slightly. “Thank you. It’s about time you noticed.”

Quickly, I dash into the kitchen and hastily tell Mum, “I’ll be back later. I’m headed out with Scorpius.”

Mum looks like she’s about to say something in return, probably to stop me, but I’m out of the kitchen and outside in our front yard before she can stop me.

Scorpius waits for me on the stone walkway, and together we head down the path, wandering along, following the cement pavement, the grass still covered in dew from the rain last night.

We walk out into the streets, and as we wander away from the house, Scorpius mutters to me, “Okay, so I can get us in to the back, but from there, things are gonna get kind of iffy.”

I blink at him. “Why can you get us in?”

He looks around awkwardly and finally says, “Er, I’ll explain later.”

I nod slowly, unsure what else to do, and we apparate to the Daily Prophet headquarters. 

The hallway in here is strangely warm. It feels like home in the winter, a crackling fireplace nearby.

… But it’s not.

The rest of the place isn’t welcoming at all. It kind of looks like the potions classroom at Hogwarts, actually.

How do people work here?


I follow behind Scorpius to a desk with an angry looking man sitting at it. I shrink back at the sight of him, but Scorpius just grins.

“Hey, there, Tommy,” he says flippantly, and I turn to stare at him.

The man—er, Tommy?—raises an eyebrow at Scorpius. “Scorpius,” he says in a heavily accented voice. “’ow ‘re ye?”

Okay, what the hell did he just say?

“I’m good,” Scorpius mutters, rolling his eyes. Then he blinks. “Oh, right, here’s that article.” He pulls a tattered, old notebook out of his bag and tears out a sheet of paper from it, handing it to… Um… Tommy. (You know what, that name really doesn’t fit him at all.)

Tommy takes the paper from him and smiles toothily. “Nice of ye. We ‘ere just goin’ to call ye about that un.”

Wait. What is going on?

Scorpius shakes his head slightly, annoyed, and asks, “Can I—uh, can we go in the back?”

Tommy turns to look at me and finally asks, “And who’s this ‘ere young un?”

“He’s someone I need to interview for the next story I’m working on. Really, Tommy, do you have so little faith in me?”

I glance between the two, confused.

This is the weirdest thing I have ever experienced in my life.

Maybe it’s the fact that I have no idea what their talking about that might affect my opinion here…

Actually, that probably has everything to do with it.

Tommy rolls his eyes, and waves his hand, indicating we should pass. As we continue on, I turn to Scorpius in confusion. “What the bloody hell just happened?”

Scorpius glances at me, looking slightly nervous. “Well, uh, after Mum ended up in the hospital and my Dad took off I realized that I was really low on money.”

I blink at him. “I thought all the Malfoys were insanely rich.”

Scorpius nods with a slight smirk. “We are.” Then he makes a face. “But my parents put the fortune I would receive into a binding fund until I’m twenty one.”

“Er… Meaning?”

He rolls his eyes at me. “I can’t access any of my money until I turn twenty one. What else would it mean?” I roll my eyes at him. He clears his throat and continues, “And Mum was in the hospital, and Dad ran off, and I couldn’t access any of the money I needed, so… I found a job here.” I raise an eyebrow at him as he continues, “They’re pretty nice actually. They don’t publish the articles under my real name, so that way no one knows that I’m working. They pay me pretty nicely and they don’t care how long it takes me to get my work in.”

I glance at him, grinning slightly as we continue down the dark hall. “So… What’s the name they use under your articles then?”

Scorpius looks sideways at me and then mutters quietly, “Leo Phoenix.”

I feel my jaw drop. “Holy—oh my—what—shit! That’s you?”

He nods slowly, looking sheepish as he opens a door and we wander through some more hallways.

I flounder for a moment more and then say, “You’re really good.”

He smiles softly. “Thanks.”

As he unlocks the final door we step into a room that smells of dust and mold. I wrinkle my nose up in disgust.

Scorpius looks completely unfazed.

“Does it always smell like this back here?” I ask, trying not to gag.

He nods cheerfully. “Yup. Pretty much.”

Taking in small breaths through my mouth, I glance at him and quickly ask, “What exactly are we looking for?”

Scorpius rolls his eyes, and grabbing my wrist, leads me to the very back of the place. I glance around, and my eyes land on a whole self of articles about my Dad.

… That’s a little freaky, if I do say so myself.

Scorpius hands some to me and grins slightly. “Take a look. We might find something interesting.”

I pick up the first one and do a double-take. The front cover is a picture of my Dad, who looks to be about a year younger than me in the picture, and above him the title reads The-boy-who-lies?

I flip through the article and try not to laugh as I read the ridiculous things that the people from the Prophet wrote about my father.

After about an hour, I’ve nearly finished my articles and still have nothing.

Scorpius has flipped through almost all of his articles, and he looks up at me, obviously frustrated.

“Why are we here again?” he demands.

I roll my eyes at him. “This was your idea, idiot.”

His eyes widens slightly. “It was?” I nod slowly, raising an eyebrow at him. He glances around in confusion and then shakes his head. “No it wasn’t! … Was it?”

I shake my head in exasperation and turn back to the last article I’m holding. I glance at it curiously. “Look at this,” I say to him.

He bends over my shoulder to quietly read the articles with me.

He’s back…
It appears that Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter never lied to us.
Last night, in the Department of Mysteries, it was discovered that he-who-shall-not-be-named has indeed has returned. He was seen fighting Potter and Dumbledore by many Ministry officials and the Minister of magic.
Also involved in the fight were some of he-who-shall-not-be-named’s followers, including many of the people escaped from Azkaban. Bellatrix Lestrange among many others was spotted in the fray. Potter’s followers in the battle were Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, and, as always, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger.
Members of the Order of the Phoenix were there as well.
What surprised us all the most though, is that it appears Sirius Black had been involved in the battle too. When we arrived, we heard Potter crying something about, “He’s dead… He’s dead too… It’s my fault… Sirius…”
His friends were all trying to comfort him, but he looked slightly unstable. When we asked about Potter’s statement concerning Black, Dumbledore replied with, “Sirius Black was never a criminal. He did not sell Lily and James Potter to Voldemort. He never killed those Muggles nor Peter Pettigrew. If you must know, Peter Pettigrew is still alive today… And he is one of [he-who-shall-not-be-named’s] Death Eaters.”
That statement confused many of us, but this morning, the Minister of Magic has agreed with Dumbledore’s message about Black.
So, there you have it. The Dark Lord has returned, and Sirius Black was an innocent, wrongly convicted man who has now passed away.
Be careful where you step, Wizards and Witches. Things are about to get really dangerous around here.
—Etelani Tuscan

I shake my head in amazement. “Dad never told us about any of this.”

Scorpius nods slowly. “They don’t teach you about most of it in school either. All you learn about is the Battle of Hogwarts. None of this other stuff before it. I’ve heard from my parents that almost all of your Dad’s years at Hogwarts had some crazy adventure in them.”

I glance back down at the article. “Do you think the Lestrange thing… The escaped Death Eaters… Do you think that one of them is the person who’s leading the Azkaban breakout?”

Scorpius winces slightly.

Suddenly, I realize what I said and I immediately start to back-pedal, trying to get the apology out as quick as possible. “I mean, I know most of them are your family, but that wasn’t what I meant, I was just wondering if—”

“Al,” Scorpius cuts me off. “It’s okay. It’s just—I was thinking the same thing. And I don’t like it, but I can’t do anything about it.” He shrugs slightly. “It doesn’t matter that much, I suppose.”

I touch his shoulder, and he forces a smile, his brow still furrowed. “You okay?” I ask quietly.

Scorpius looks up at me and nods. “Yeah. Just… Just thinking.” He glances at the clock behind him and says, “Oh, Merlin! I have to go!”

I turn to look at the clock and jump in surprise when I realize that we’ve been here for four hours.

“See you later?” I ask.

Scorpius nods, and we leave the Daily Prophet headquarters, starting out into the warm sunshine. 

Author’s note: Yes... No... Maybe so...? What'd you think?

Ginny’s back! Anyone excited?

And… Scorpius is a writer. :) Ha, he can join the club. One of his articles will probably show up in chapter eight.

Chapter seven will be a lot of Al and Scorpius (or in other words, completely Al and Scorpius), but in chapter eight all the Wotters will come back. :) Yay, Wotters!

I am in love with chapter seven for whatever funny reason. It makes me smile every time I read it. I think it’s just more of a lighthearted chapter in the midst of all the craziness in this story.

Chapter seven preview:

“Then stop questioning me!” He says softly in a cheerful voice, glancing around to make sure some crazy librarian doesn’t come up and yell at us.

Trust me, after going to Hogwarts and having Madame Pince as your librarian, you get Anthro-biblio-phobia.

Or fear of librarians.

No, it’s not an actual phobia.

I’ll be posting soon. :) Thank you all for reading!

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