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Entry tags: | 2009, albus severus/scorpius, fic |
Gift for dark_branwen: Invisible to the Gods (Albus Severus/Scorpius)
Title: Invisible to the Gods
Author: anathema91
Recipient: dark_branwen
Rating: R
Word Count: 6850
Warnings: angsty and kind of dark, definitely no happy endings to be found here, POV switches between the 2 main characters, boysex (obvs), violence (implied)
Summary: Albus Severus/Scorpius – As he enters adulthood, Scorpius learns that some things can never be undone, and others can change in an instant.
Disclaimers: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Happy smutty Valentine, dark_branwen! I hope you like it! Huge thanks go to my fabulous beta who not only worked her usual magic, but also gets full credit for the title, which comes from the Iban Proverb: "A man without tattoos is invisible to the Gods."
Big thanks also go to wook77 for working so hard to make this Valentine properly smutty for all of us.
"C'mon, Dad. Please? If you read it carefully, you'll see that all we need is the signature from a parent." He passed the parchment to his father and continued, "It doesn't actually stipulate that it has to be one of his own parents. Besides, Al turns seventeen in August anyway, and he promises to hide it from Mr and Mrs Potter until then. C'mon, think of it as an Easter present."
The elder Malfoy scanned the parchment and smirked. "How can I say no when you've done so well as to find the glaring loophole in this contract. Brilliant. Well done, son." Turning to Albus, he said, "If your father finds out, he's likely to devote the rest of his career to making my life miserable, you do know this?"
Albus felt his mood turn from bliss to dismay in an instant. "I hadn't thought of that. If you'd rather not sign, sir, I understand."
Mr Malfoy chuckled. "Not to worry, Albus. It's been too many years since I've had the opportunity to piss your father off. You get your tattoo. I'll only be too happy to face whatever he wants to throw my way." He signed his name with a flourish and passed it back to Albus.
Once again Albus felt excitement bubble to the surface. "Thank you so much, Mr Malfoy." Turning to Scorpius, he said, "What are we waiting for? Let's go now before they close."
~o~
Scorpius winced in pain and tried to focus on Albus and his never-ending string of questions. Albus had already survived his tattoo experience, thanks to Scorpius' brilliant efforts to distract him from the pain and now it was his turn to return the favour. It worked intermittently, but fuck, this hurt. Not for the first time, he questioned the sanity of their decision to get this done in the first place.
"C'mon, Scorpius, check it out! How cool does it look when its tail flicks?" Albus was standing in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the fresh tattoo that adorned the right side of his abdomen.
Admittedly, it was pretty amazing to look at. The large, black scorpion that Albus chose as a testament to their friendship was surprisingly lifelike as it crawled around and flicked its tail. "Yeah, it's brilliant," he said through gritted teeth.
For his own tattoo, Scorpius had chosen to have an asp circling his left thigh. He thought it was pretty clever. ASP for Albus Severus Potter. Like Albus, he had also wanted his tattoo represent his love for his friend. His hopes were that it would evolve one day in to something more than platonic, and he sensed that Al felt the same way, but had not yet fully reconciled himself to the possibility. That was fine with Scorpius. He was patient. He could wait. Albus was worth it.
"How's your Grandfather been lately?"
"Wow, you sure do know how to distract a bloke. He's…" Scorpius let out a sigh. "He's… completely cracked, is what he is. Thinks the war's still going on and that I'm my dad. It's a bit creepy, to tell the truth. For the most part, he keeps to his study, reading all these dark books and talking to an imaginary Dark Lord."
Albus winced. "It's that bad, yeah?"
"Yeah. Dad says it all started while Grandfather was still in Azkaban and he learned that Grandmother had run off to France with Marcus Flint. Prison had already taken quite a toll on him, and this pushed him over the edge. He flailed about in a rage and pounded his head against the stone wall. Something just snapped and ever since then it's been a downward spiral into madness."
"So why doesn't your dad send him to St Mungo's if he's that bad?"
"I dunno. Feels responsible, I guess. When Grandfather was released, Dad set up the north wing of the manor just for him and allocated two house elves to keep watch over him on a full-time basis. You can imagine how much my mum liked that one."
Albus laughed. "Oh my! Two less servants to cater to her every whim. However does your mother cope?"
"She bears it well, poor lamb." Scorpius laughed. "As if she'd notice the absence of any of our elves all the way from her family's villa in Spain. She just whinged about it because she could."
"Ah yes. The Spanish villa. Does she ever actually come home anymore?"
"Pfft. For about six hours at Christmas. Just long enough to cure me of any inkling I may have had toward missing her at all."
"All done, mate," said the scruffy tattoo artist. "That'll be twenty-seven galleons each."
Scorpius looked down to admire the man's handiwork and smiled as the snake wound itself around his upper thigh, its head resting inches from his groin. He couldn't help but like the idea of having his own personal representation of Al that close to his cock at all times.
~o~
Gnawing on the tip of his quill, Albus gave his exam paper one final read-through. Satisfied with his answers, he tossed the quill onto the desk and gathered up his parchment. He was a picture of confidence as he strode up to the front of the Great Hall to hand his very last exam paper of sixth year.
He spoke briefly with Professor Kubota, the tiny witch who taught Arithmancy, before returning to his desk to pick up his bag. With a wink to his best friend and partner in crime, he left the room, thoughts of summer adding an extra spring to his step.
~o~
Cocky bastard. He literally sashayed out of here. He sure looked good doing it, too, didn't he?
Several minutes after his friend had turned in his paper, Scorpius handed his own exam to the diminutive witch and left to find Albus. It wasn't difficult. He was in front of the castle, sitting in wait on the steps.
"We're done, Scorpius. Finally free for the next two months! Praise Merlin!" Albus hopped up and draped his arm around Scorpius. "I totally fucking aced that exam, just like all the others. I'm sure I'll be top in Slytherin, and second overall only to my lovely, but annoyingly swotty Ravenclaw cousin. Let's celebrate my brilliance, shall we? I've still got some of Uncle George's contraband that I nicked for our last party. Shall we head down to the lake to partake?"
Scorpius didn't enjoy smoking those funny-smelling Muggle herbs the way Albus did, but he did enjoy how touchy-feely Al got when they did. He was even able to grope back most of the time, and if Al was high enough, he'd moan; a deep and sultry sound that went straight to Scorpius' cock. The last time this happened, Al had noticed and began rubbing Scorpius through his robes until he came with a barely stifled groan. That had been a month earlier, and ever since then, he had been fantasizing of a repeat performance. Perhaps it wasn't entirely ethical to take advantage of his friend's diminished capacity like that, but Scorpius had never really considered ethics his prime motivating factor anyway.
"Absolutely," he replied. "Lead the way, my cocky, overconfident friend."
~o~
"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER, WHAT IT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT THING ON YOUR BODY?" In her anger, Ginny Weasley's face had turned such a dark shade of red that it clashed with her hair.
It was too late. In a careless, forgetful moment, Albus had removed his shirt to jump into the pool and his mother saw the tattoo. Fuck. Nothing for it then, may as well shrug it off and pray the nonchalant approach deflates her anger. "It's a scorpion. Isn't it brilliant? Look, it moves around and even flicks its tail."
His mother's face turned an even darker shade of red, and Albus could see how hard she strained to physically hold herself back. It was clear that her deepest desire at that point was to launch herself at her son and claw the tattoo right off his body. Apparently, nonchalance wasn't the right approach this time around, then.
His mother seemed too angry to speak, so his father spoke up. "Albus, get to your room. Now."
"Yes, Dad." He schooled his face into a look of absolute contrition in hopes that it would garner better results. Turning back to his mother he said, "I'm sorry, Mum. I didn't mean to disappoint you." He bowed his head and slunk back to the house and into his room.
Once inside his room he grabbed a pair of Extendable Ears and fed them through the open window so he could overhear parents' conversation.
"Gin, I know you're upset, but there's nothing we can do about it now."
"Oh, yes we can. We're going to find out exactly how he managed to get that thing without a signed note of permission. Then we'll report the shop that did that to him. He's not of age, Harry!"
"I know, Gin, but do you really think those Knockturn Alley shops are real sticklers for rules? Even though it's much less dodgy than it was when we were kids, the bottom line is that it will always be a place where anyone with enough Galleons or cunning can get whatever they want. Unfortunately for us, our son and his best friend have both of those things in abundance."
"Ugh, that Malfoy brat. Little bastard. I bet this was all his idea. I knew we should have forbidden that friendship. Look what's come of Al now-he's gone and vandalised his own body! Bloody Malfoys. Why aren't they all rotting in Azkaban where they should be? Even Lucius is free. Mad as the hatter, I hear, but still roaming around the Manor like the Lord he thinks he is."
"Ginny, you know as well as I do that Scorpius is a nice enough kid. Yeah, he's a bit like his father, but Draco Malfoy isn't evil, he's just a git. And we can't forbid our son from being friends with someone just because of his family. That's a little too close to what Lucius and all his friends believed in for my liking."
Albus saw his mother get up from her chair to sit on his father's lap. As she ran her fingers through his hair, she said, "You're right, Harry. But I'd still like to place a perpetual Bat Bogey hex on Draco Malfoy. Something tells me he had a hand in this."
His father chuckled, "Oh, please don't. Knowing Malfoy, he's likely to sue."
His mum joined his father in laughing. "Okay, Harry, if you insist."
Al saw his mum lean in and yanked the Extendables out of his ears before he had to suffer through the sounds of his parents snogging.
~o~
Scorpius awoke with a start. Someone was screaming. He jumped out of bed, threw a robe on and ran toward the noise. It seemed to be coming from the north wing of the manor. "Grandfather!"
As he neared his Grandfather's study, Scorpius was shocked to realise that it was a woman's voice he heard, and that the screams were sounding increasingly desperate. What the hell is going on in there?
"Keep screaming, you blood-traitor bitch, it's music to my ears! Wait until the Dark Lord arrives! He'll be so pleased."
Scorpius tried to open the door but it was locked and his Alohamora had no effect.
As he desperately tried every other spell he could think of for unlocking doors, he heard the screams come to an end, followed by a loud thud. He pounded on the door, shouting to his grandfather to unlock it and let him in, but to no avail. "Grandfather! Please! Let me in! Please!"
"Move out of the way, Scorpius."
"Dad!" he exclaimed as he stepped aside to allow his father access to the door.
Draco Malfoy raised his wand, made a series of movements, and turned the doorknob. The door opened with a click. Inside the room was a sight that made Scorpius wretch until the entire contents of his stomach splattered on to the carpet.
On the floor of the study lay the limp, bloody, and broken body of Ginny Potter. Her legs were both hanging at an unnatural angle, and her entire torso was split wide open. He had no idea what his father did to incapacitate his grandfather, but the older man was sprawled in a wing-backed char a few feet from Mrs Potter.
"Dad?" Scorpius' voice was hardly above a whisper. "Is she… is she going to be alright?"
His father was kneeling down next to her body, carefully examining her, his expression grim. He mended the slash in her torso and replied, "Not likely, son. She's been tortured using some rather extreme techniques. I haven't seen something this bad since–"
His father couldn't finish his sentence, not that he needed to. He had told Scorpius all about the horrors of the second war of Voldemort.
Scorpius ran to kneel next to his father. "Dad, please save her. It's Albus' mum! You have to help her."
His father shook his head. "I'm sorry, son, the damage is too extensive. There's nothing we can do for her."
"How can that be? She was only in here for a few minutes! How could he have hurt her so badly in such a short time?"
"Judging by the extent of the damage, I'd say she's been here for several hours. Father must have had an imperturbable charm on the room that somehow got disabled a few minutes ago." Turning away from Scorpius, his father called out, "Dipsy! Flicksy!"
The two house elves appeared nearly simultaneously, both sporting bandages on their hands and a guilty look on their faces.
"Take this woman to St Mungo's and make absolute certain that you are not seen by anyone. Leave her somewhere that she will be noticed right away, but be careful that you remain unseen. That is of paramount importance. Understand?"
Two heads nodded.
"Good, go now, quickly, and come directly back to this room when you're done."
The elves bent down to pick her up and disappeared with a pop.
"Well, now we know who disabled the imperturbable charm." Scorpius felt a hand on his shoulder. "Go back to bed, son, I've got a lot of work to do. I'll need to erect wards and confine your grandfather to this wing. It would appear that his insanity has reached a dangerous level and I don't want you around him."
"But–"
His father stood and glared down at him. "But nothing, Scorpius. Go back to your room and forget everything you've seen here tonight. Nobody must ever know about this, including your mother. This is a horrible thing, but we cannot allow ourselves to be associated with any of the happenings of this evening. It would ruin us all."
"That's what you care about? My best friend's mum is dying and all you care about is our reputation?!"
For the first time in his life, Scorpius felt the sting of his father's hand across his cheek.
"Don't you dare judge me for doing all I can to save my family! I've done as much as possible for Ginny Potter, including putting myself at great risk to get her the medical attention she needs. And now I am protecting my family. Or would you rather we all get branded as dark wizards and thrown into Azkaban? That's what will happen to us if the Ministry finds out about tonight. Do you think they won't assume we're all in on it? The Malfoy name may not have as many negative connotations as it once did, but there are still enough people who would take great pleasure in putting us all away for life."
Scorpius did not know what to say.
"Go back to bed, Scorpius."
Knowing that any further argument was futile, Scorpius returned to bed. Every time he closed his eyes, he was haunted by the scene in his grandfather's study, so he gave up on sleep and stared at the ceiling until the sun rose.
As he sat at the dining room table staring at his untouched breakfast, a large barn owl dropped a letter on Scorpius' plate.
Scorpius,
Mum is in the hospital. She's not doing well. I need you here. Please come.
Al