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Title: Alone and Lonely
Rating: pg13
Word Count: 684
Disclaimer: I do not own. JK does.
Prompts: Paris Hilton song.
Summary: there is something wrong with Albus Potter, but since his parents deny it, he's screwed.
A/N: his problem is Borderline Personality Disorder. I have it, and this is part of how it feels, but every person's experience is different and i'm in no way an expert.
Albus has no friends, and whilst it always bothers him, it seems a worse fate during the summers. At Hogwarts there's at least an illusion of being around others, eavesdropping on conversations and imagining what he would say. But in the summer, his cousins all invite their best mates over on a daily basis, and that's when it becomes obvious that he doesn't have anyone. People don't trust him.
If he was muggle his problem would have a name. There has to be a title for a person who oscillates between loving everyone and clinging to them desperately and creepily, and hating everyone and wanted them all dead. Dad knows there's a problem but he's either scared of therapists himself or doesn't want to oppose mum. Either way avoids conflict by not saying anything and affectively abandoning Albus. Not that he hates his father for being a wimp or anything. Mum and the rest of the family don't think anything is off, saying that everyone feels moody sometimes. But Albus doubts they felt it every twenty minutes, and thinks that the letters frequently sent home by the headmistress should be a clue that something is wrong and he needs help.
So Albus can't have friends because he's not stable enough, but he does like to talk to his cousins' mates, if they'll let him. Some are nicer then others, Louis' friends are total bastards. Technically Scorpius is Hugo's friend. But when the blond sees him sitting alone under one of the trees in the backyard he joins him. It's strange to be approached, normally Albus has to do it himself, but if it had to be anyone it doesn't surprise him it's Scorpius. The man and Hugo are Hufflepuffs, and they're always the nicest house. Meanwhile he's the next generation of Loony Luna, shunned completely by his house.
"You don't have to talk to me, it's okay."
"I don't mind spending some time just hanging here with you. What's new lately?"
"Nothing. Still as hated by the masses as ever."
"People don't hate you."
"My house does, have you ever seen me talking to a fellow Ravenclaw? Other students do, have you ever seen me talk to anyone? My family does, you've been here a week, how much interaction have I had there?"
"They don't hate you. You just scare them all a bit. There's a difference." Albus can't help himself snorting at Scorpius words. If there's a difference, there's not enough of one.
"So, how much do I scare you?"
"On a range of one to ten, ten being boggart? About a one. I'd say zero, not at all, but I'd be lying. But my grandpa on my mum's side is completely barmy, talks to people who aren't there, and not in a ghost or a seer way, just in a hallucinating way. If he doesn't scare me, then you being a bit mood swingy shouldn't either."
"SCORPIUS! QUIDDITCH! COME PLAY!" Hugo shouts from across the field. A handful of his cousins are all standing together, brooms in hand.
"You coming?" Scorpius asks.
"They wouldn't want me to."
"Sod them, do you want to?" Scorpius persists. Albus shakes his head, and Scorpius stands, brushing the soil off the seat of his light cotton robe. He walks away several feet before turning abruptly and walking back.
Albus frowns as Scorpius squats and leans in as if to tell him a secret. He can't think of anything Scorpius could possibly want to say, besides revealing that the short but nice conversation was a sham, and to warn him to never come near him again. Negative thoughts floating in his head, it's a shock when Scorpius plants a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Aside from not hating you, someone will love you some day. Promise." With those words Scorpius stands for a second time, and this time succeeds in joining the gaggle of cousins and friends, who are no doubt asking about what just happened. Albus longs to hear Scorpius' reasoning, but he can't move from the tree, frozen with his fingertips lightly on his lips.
Rating: pg13
Word Count: 684
Disclaimer: I do not own. JK does.
Prompts: Paris Hilton song.
Summary: there is something wrong with Albus Potter, but since his parents deny it, he's screwed.
A/N: his problem is Borderline Personality Disorder. I have it, and this is part of how it feels, but every person's experience is different and i'm in no way an expert.
Albus has no friends, and whilst it always bothers him, it seems a worse fate during the summers. At Hogwarts there's at least an illusion of being around others, eavesdropping on conversations and imagining what he would say. But in the summer, his cousins all invite their best mates over on a daily basis, and that's when it becomes obvious that he doesn't have anyone. People don't trust him.
If he was muggle his problem would have a name. There has to be a title for a person who oscillates between loving everyone and clinging to them desperately and creepily, and hating everyone and wanted them all dead. Dad knows there's a problem but he's either scared of therapists himself or doesn't want to oppose mum. Either way avoids conflict by not saying anything and affectively abandoning Albus. Not that he hates his father for being a wimp or anything. Mum and the rest of the family don't think anything is off, saying that everyone feels moody sometimes. But Albus doubts they felt it every twenty minutes, and thinks that the letters frequently sent home by the headmistress should be a clue that something is wrong and he needs help.
So Albus can't have friends because he's not stable enough, but he does like to talk to his cousins' mates, if they'll let him. Some are nicer then others, Louis' friends are total bastards. Technically Scorpius is Hugo's friend. But when the blond sees him sitting alone under one of the trees in the backyard he joins him. It's strange to be approached, normally Albus has to do it himself, but if it had to be anyone it doesn't surprise him it's Scorpius. The man and Hugo are Hufflepuffs, and they're always the nicest house. Meanwhile he's the next generation of Loony Luna, shunned completely by his house.
"You don't have to talk to me, it's okay."
"I don't mind spending some time just hanging here with you. What's new lately?"
"Nothing. Still as hated by the masses as ever."
"People don't hate you."
"My house does, have you ever seen me talking to a fellow Ravenclaw? Other students do, have you ever seen me talk to anyone? My family does, you've been here a week, how much interaction have I had there?"
"They don't hate you. You just scare them all a bit. There's a difference." Albus can't help himself snorting at Scorpius words. If there's a difference, there's not enough of one.
"So, how much do I scare you?"
"On a range of one to ten, ten being boggart? About a one. I'd say zero, not at all, but I'd be lying. But my grandpa on my mum's side is completely barmy, talks to people who aren't there, and not in a ghost or a seer way, just in a hallucinating way. If he doesn't scare me, then you being a bit mood swingy shouldn't either."
"SCORPIUS! QUIDDITCH! COME PLAY!" Hugo shouts from across the field. A handful of his cousins are all standing together, brooms in hand.
"You coming?" Scorpius asks.
"They wouldn't want me to."
"Sod them, do you want to?" Scorpius persists. Albus shakes his head, and Scorpius stands, brushing the soil off the seat of his light cotton robe. He walks away several feet before turning abruptly and walking back.
Albus frowns as Scorpius squats and leans in as if to tell him a secret. He can't think of anything Scorpius could possibly want to say, besides revealing that the short but nice conversation was a sham, and to warn him to never come near him again. Negative thoughts floating in his head, it's a shock when Scorpius plants a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Aside from not hating you, someone will love you some day. Promise." With those words Scorpius stands for a second time, and this time succeeds in joining the gaggle of cousins and friends, who are no doubt asking about what just happened. Albus longs to hear Scorpius' reasoning, but he can't move from the tree, frozen with his fingertips lightly on his lips.