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[poison_asp]

Albus disappeared from his house early this morning and he's got the nagging feeling that his parents are wondering where he is.

Mum and Dad.

Long day.

I flew to Hogwarts. Can you send my stuff with the rest of the family when they come back? Thanks.

Albi.

and a letter specifically addressed to Harry Potter that won't open for anyone else...

Dad,

I'm

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[thedadwholived]

*throws hands in the air as he reads the first letter*

Can't bloody tell his own parents when the hell he's going back to school...

He stops swearing when he notices a small piece of parchment on the floor. It must have fallen out of the first letter. He pulls it open and reads it, not quite understanding at first, then sinking into an armchair as he realizes Albus is talking about the evidence. He rests his forehead on his right hand and groans.

Fuck.

He gets up and heads into the study, scribbles a quick note to Albus, and borrows Lily's owl to post it:

That's not enough. What the bloody hell happened? "It's my fault" doesn't cut it. I want answers. Or I'm not sending your stuff.

Dad

[poison_asp]

Dad,

I'm an idiot.

Mr.Malfoy threw them into his fireplace, but it's my fault.

Al.

[thedadwholived]

Albus,

I know this is me saying this, but Draco Malfoy is not wholly unreasonable. What did you do to make him throw them into his fireplace?

Dad

[poison_asp]

*scribbled*
Dad,

Ikindofkissedhisdaughter...

Albus

[backoff_bitches]

*sees him enter school*

Why hello there Albus, long time no see.

[poison_asp]

Oh, Katherine. *rubs his forehead, trying to fight off a headache* Not right now, okay?

[backoff_bitches]

What's wrong? *smirk* Feeling vulnerable? Cos I can be a really good shoulder to cry on...

[poison_asp]

*forcefully* I'm not vulnerable.

I'm not going to cry, I'm not five thanks. For some reason, I have a feeling your shoulder comes with a price.