Albus Severus Potter (Harry Potter fanfiction)

Chapter 6: Grandma and Grandpa

Chapter 6

I sit at my desk and write on a piece of parchment when it bolts on the door. I jump but doesn't answer. It bolts again.

"Albus", I heard James shout. "Can I come in?"

I sigh. I might as well say yes.

"Sure".

The door opened and James steps in.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Kreacher has cooked a syrup cake, a big one, Dad said we would celebrate Teddy and Victoires engagement and then go to Uncle Ron so Teddy can tell him too."

"Is that all?" I ask and curling the parchment and put it in the drawer of my desk, and put the lid on the ink.

"Well actually, I wanted to see you cry but you do not seem to do that," James grins. "So yes, that was all."

"Don't be so stupid," I say and put the feather pen and ink in the drawer.

"Oh, I'm not stupid," James grins maliciously.

I slam the drawer and stand up. I walk past James and walk out of the room. I hear James shut the door and follow me.

We are going into the kitchen and where mother, father, Lily and Teddy is munching on syrup cake that looks so irresistibly good. We sit down at the table and I see how James starts to drool while setting up cake on the plate.

"Dad, can Scorpius come here this summer?"

Dad drops his spoon on his cake is divided it in half.

"Scorpius Malfoy?"

"Yes?"

"Uh ..."

"Of course he can," mom says and looks sternly at dad.

" But, uh ... he is the son of Malfoy," said dad, looking at mom. "You remember Malfoy from our time at Hogwarts, right?"

"But Dad," I say and sounds almost a little begging. "Please, I know you do not like Scorpius dad very much and Mr. Malfoy certainly not like you so much, but me and Scorpius are friends . "

" Okay, son," dad sayd and take up the spoon again. "He can come to the wedding then?"

" Yeah, sure," I say cheerfully and eat up.

" What about Hermione, then?" Asks James and looks at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

" Why? What do you want?" I ask irritated.

"Hermione Weasley?" mom ask tentative.

"Oh no," James says. "Hermione Wood. Albus you like her, huh? "

"Yes, she's a good friend," I say.

"But you like her, huh?"

"You have nothing to do with it," I say, because it even if I did, he wouldn't have anything to do with it, but I don't like her in that way.

"Wait a minute," said Dad. "Oliver Wood's daughter?"

"Well yes," James said.

Everyone looks at me. But I keep being quite and continued to eat my cake.

In the afternoon, we all sit in the car on the way to Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione.

When we reach the house, dad stops the car and we all step out. Mom rings the doorbell.

The door opens and the little Winky open the door.