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Fest Fic: A Matter of Unity, H/D +others, PG-13
Here's the next wonderful fic in the line-up of IJ-HPfandom-terrificitude! Enjoy it and remember that comments are love!
Title: A Matter Of Unity
Author: kaycee
Pairing: (DH spoilers - highlight to read) Albus/Scorpius
(pre-slash), Harry/Draco, (Neville/Luna, Blaise/Ginny,
Ron/Hermione)
Word Count: 4395
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #20 (DH spoilers - highlight to read) After catching the
boys fighting, Professor Longbottom encourages Albus Severus and
Scorpius to make a fresh start and assigns them a project on house
unity.
Warnings: DH Spoilers, AU, fluff, daftness.
Disclaimer: The Potterverse is JKR's, not mine.
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A sharp, angry voice cuts through the serene silence of the corridor.
"You vile, pathetic wanker! What the bloody hell did you have to go
and do that for?"
The tall, blond boy turns around in an overly dramatic manner, all
wavy shoulder-length hair and billowing robes, and he replies with a
devious smirk, "Oh, I don't know, Potter. Let's call it a science
experiment of sorts, shall we? Perhaps I merely wanted to observe Hugo
Weasley as he splattered about in his natural habitat."
The shorter, dark-haired boy clenches his fists in fury and snaps
back, "You pushed him facedown in the mud, Malfoy, and as if that
wasn't bad enough already, you magically held him down there for
almost ten minutes too! And during all that time, he wasn't able to
move. He could hardly breathe. He might have suffocated on the
spot, or drowned or died or—or— something."
"Please, Potter—" Scorpius rolls his eyes. "Do me a favour; as if I'd
ever risk going to Azkaban for the likes of him."
"Well, who can tell? Maybe you would. From what I've heard, your whole
family's got a season ticket there."
At those words, kicks, punches and hexes start to fly.
Fights like this have been a common occurrence ever since that fateful
September evening three years ago when for the first time in two
decades, a Potter and a Malfoy faced off against each other in the
Halls of Hogwarts.
Not before long, assorted students stop and stare and some even come
closer for a better look.
None of them intervenes, however, for fear of getting caught in the
crossfire too. They haven't yet forgotten what happened to Cassandra
Finnegan last year, how the poor girl was accidentally turned into a
purple pixie when she tried to pull Albus and Scorpius apart.
These days, waiting for a teacher to show up is generally considered
the more sensible option, and today it's the usually gentle and
much-liked Professor Longbottom who happens to stumble upon the
fighting duo.
The man shakes his head at the sight, and clears his throat. "That's
quite enough of that, gentlemen," he snaps, his voice
uncharacteristically harsh. "You two are just as bad as your
respective fathers were, if not worse, and frankly, the entire school
body has been subjected to more than enough of your despicable antics.
Follow me, please."
Albus gets up from where he lay sprawled on the floor, and he inhales
deeply. He has a nagging suspicion that the staff members are
absolutely livid this time, not merely annoyed, and that the
consequences of today's brawl might go a little farther than a simple
detention.
Dragging their feet (well, metaphorically speaking in Scorpius' case;
his father would never approve of him slouching about the place) the
boys silently follow the Herbology teacher to his office.
"Take a seat," Professor Longbottom says in an unexpectedly stern
tone. Scorpius briefly wonders whether his father would be angry or
proud upon learning that his son was expelled for beating the living
daylights out of a Potter.
The boys do as they're told, and immediately, the man continues, "As
has been customary for the past five years, on next November
fifteenth, we will hold an Open School Day here at Hogwarts. An
exciting event for parents and students alike, as I'm sure you'll
agree—"
Albus and Scorpius can't but smirk at that, and even though neither
makes a sound, the "yeah right" is practically written all over their
faces.
"The theme of this year's Open School Day is House Unity," Professor
Longbottom adds. "Therefore, the headmistress and myself thought it
would be fitting for some presentations to be given. We agreed that
the two of you would be ideal candidates to hold a little speech about
the Founders, and particularly the Founders of your respective
Houses."
"You mean I have to talk about Rowena Ravenclaw?" Scorpius asks,
confused by the unusual nature of the punishment. How is this even a
punishment at all, he wonders? Unless Professor Longbottom's grand
plan consists of trying to bore them to death so they'd finally
behave. In that case, it might just work.
"No, Mister Malfoy, you will be reading up about Salazar Slytherin,
the original Founder of Mister Potter's House, whereas Mister Potter
will be writing a presentation about Rowena Ravenclaw."
Scorpius smirks. This will be a piece of cake. His father and
grandfather have been singing Slytherin's praise for as long as he can
remember.
Understandably, Scorpius' family wasn't over the moon when he was
sorted into Ravenclaw instead of the Serpent House, but at least it
wasn't Hufflepuff or (perish the thought) Gryffindor, so his
father remained proud of him - for the most part.
Albus looks less confident than Scorpius, and he also wonders whether
all the research he'll need to carry out for this assignment will
leave him any spare time for Quidditch training.
It's not a pleasant thing to ponder. Unlike his dad, Albus isn't a
natural talent at the sport, and if he's to beat that new Hufflepuff
Seeker, he's going to need all the practice he can get.