Albus Severus Potter (Harry Potter fanfiction)

Chapter 8: So much lying

Chapter 8

I open my eyes. Hooting. I sent back Drake to Scorpius few days ago. He must be back with the answer.

I open my eyes and rightly so Drake is sitting on the windowsill. But I just stay put in my bed.

"Come on Drake," I say, patting my stomach.

The owl flies into the room and lands softly on top of the covers on my stomach. I begin to untie the letter on his leg.

I pick up a owl nut and gives it to Drake.

I read the letter.

"Hello Albus,

I'll attend the wedding, it'll be so much fun. Dad was less though, he probably thought your dad would say no, he began muttering something that I could just as easily have ended up in Gryffindor. Haha but I think our dads are making progress anyway. Don't you?

Write when you think I can come but send Drake home when you received the letter, I think that he's starting to get sick, but can you send Weston when you want me to come?

Scorpius ".

"So Drake, now I have received the letter ," I say and underscores Drake over the springs. "Go home to Scorpius now ."

Drake biting at me a bit on the hand before he turns on itself and flies away.

I hurry to get dressed. Then I go out of the room and go to Mom and Dad's room. The door is ajar and I peek inside. Mom and dad is lying there asleep. I slip through the opening and go up to their bookshelf, without really knowing what I was looking for, but something needs to be in this bookshelf anyway. My gaze stuck on an old book that stands out among the other books . When I opened the book I see that it's an album. Photo album. That's a lot of pictures in it, and even James would have known it was an album.

I giggle, but felt at the same time a little unfair.

I look at the pictures. Grandmother, grandfather and father. Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione is also featured on a lot of pictures. Mom, a pair of twins, it must be Uncles Fred and George, by the way , it is a lot of red-haired people with the Weasley family, before we were born. Even before Victorie was born, before Ted too. Because on pictures mom, dad, Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione still went at Hogwarts. There are even baby pictures of Dad. It is probably only now, when I see pictures of dad from his school days, I actually realize how similar dad and I are. Dad stirrs in bed. I close the album and stuff it back. Prepared to topple out. But it's not necessary. Dad just starts mumbling something. I scoot a bit forward to hear.

"... Begin to comprehend. Not to offend anyone . Occlumency. Occlumency . Occl ... umency."

He'll stop mumbling and start turning on themselves even more. I understand that he's about to wake up so I hurry out of the opening in the door and rushing into my room.

I hear when mom and dad go down the stairs about fifteen minutes later and it's safe for me to come out of the room. And it was about time because I start to get hungry. On information.

Mom and dad is sitting in the kitchen with James and Lily. I go and sits down in my seat.

"Good morning," dad said happily.

"Good morning," I say and I'm really amazed at the strength of my voice.

I'm starting to put sausage on my plate. I put up five sausages and starts eating really slowly. I'm not really hungry.

"Dad, what's Occlumency?"

Dad is choking on his food.

He coughs and sputters as he gets tears in his eyes. He drinks a little pumpkin juice and stops cough.