Al remained a silent observer, as he planned, though on the inside of his head, his thoughts spun, heavy and thickening like Severus' brews.
For these brief few days Al allowed himself to believe that Dad's primary motivation was help Al in his endeavour. But people's actions always spoke more plainly to Al than their words, and these actions were impossible to ignore.
He wants Scor away from his house, as soon as possible. In fact, he doesn't even want him near the Leaky. What is to prevent Dad from letting his bias dictate his actions when Scor and I finally find a place?
He didn't consider the possibility that I might wish to stay with Scor at the Leaky, I suppose it's fortunate I didn't correct him.
Suddenly, Al was a lot more reluctant about letting Dad help. Not with finances, not with security.
I can always ask Peter to help me research ways of breaking Fidelius in order to prepare myself for when it happens. And I can ask Severus to teach me cast it. Jamie can help me to set up Apparation restrictions and the rest.
Al looked up at the man, the Auror, whom he followed here and for the first time allowed himself to view that man for what he now was.
A father. First and foremost.
Just a father.
Only that.
It felt strange and empty. Like losing a friend.
Al squared his shoulders and curtly, quietly, thanked his father and Hannah, both.