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Oct 14, 2016 10:48:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 10:48:56 GMT -7
“Yes, James is getting Grimmauld Place.” well he'd been expecting that. james was the oldest and the favored son (according to al) so he didn't really have anything he could say against it. not without sounding bitter anyway. he hadn't been expected for the house to pass to him anyway so he hoped james and nat would be happy at the old black house. when he worked up the nerve to ask about his inheritance he waited without taking a breath to see his father's answer. “I’d have to discuss it with your mother first. But I don’t see why that would be an issue.” al frowned and couldn't help but sigh and run his hand over his face. his mother would never agree to it. well he was almost sure that she wouldn't. their last conversation hadn't gone down to well at the leaky cauldron. "so i guess i should get used to living at the cauldron then. i highly doubt mum will agree to it. did she tell you about our last conversation?" well it had been more of an argument but he wasn't sure how much she would have told harry about it. whether she'd have told him everything went fine or told hi the gory details of what had happened.
“Is there a reason you’re so eager to leave?” his frowned deepened when his father's words seemed to grate. he lifted his head, his eyes darkening slightly as he prepared to respond to his father in the same way but something happened. something different. his father tried to sound softer. well not softer but different in his next sentence and al was a little shocked. “I mean, if it’s about getting Dusti out of her living situation, she’s always welcome at Godric’s Hollow. As long as we get advanced notice, I mean.” he shook his head slightly and he rubbed the back of his neck. it had a little bit to do with dusti. but most of it had to do with him and his family. "honestly? because when i'm not there we don't fight." he said as he dropped his hand from his neck and looked at his dad. "james and i do nothing but fight. you and i do nothing but fight. even when we try and get along we always end up fighting. you all have a problem with the way i deal with things and the way i handle things. i think everything that happened after mum's memory loss just .. made that all the more clear to me. i'm happier away from home. i mean this conversation is proof. if we were at home we'd have started fighting in the first five minutes" he said as he rubbed his hand over his arm. "as for dusti .. she doesn't cope well around families and honestly her parents aren't going to be happy she's moving out and i'm scared of what they'll do to her. if they find out she's moved out with me, home is the first place they'd look. so it needs to be my own place or somewhere they'd be too worried about taking trouble too" he trailed off at the thought of it. he knew he was lucky. he had parents who loved him and did want the best for him in their own way but he'd never had to worry about whether the hands reaching for him would hurt him or be kind to him. dusti, he assumed had never known that. if the scars over her body were anything to go by.
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Oct 21, 2016 20:59:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 20:59:30 GMT -7
Albus didn’t seem pleased with Harry’s answer, and he rubbed his hand across his eyes. Everything was going so well, and he was worried that he had just ruined everything by giving an honest answer. Given the choice between angering Ginny and angering Albus, though, Harry’s answer was obvious. His wife was much, much scarier than his son could ever hope to be. When Al asked about whether Ginny had told him about their last conversation, Harry shook his head. “Generally, we prefer to keep our private conversations private.” Harry told his son. “So, we tell each other the shortened version, unless something is particularly bothering us.” Harry paused. Best just to come clean now. “Which is why your mother may have more insight to our conversations than I do into yours with her.” Ginny had a lot thicker skin than Harry, it seemed to him. Either that, or she was a lot better at conflict resolution, given that she had grown up with older brothers who were always trying to boss her around or coerce her into doing something or other that she didn’t want. The chances that Harry was going to be bothered by something Albus said to him was much greater than the chances of Ginny being bothered by something that he said to her. And then when you factored in that Harry was away at work and his wife didn’t always want to talk to him for fear of increasing his burden…Well, Harry didn’t get much of anything when it came to the conversations Ginny had with their children, which was both a good thing and a bad thing.
Harry felt his stomach drop to his toes when Albus said that the reason he wanted to move out was because he always fought with his family. Right. It took an enormous amount of strength for Harry not to snap at his son, and he closed his eyes to try to clear his head. Albus had been just as complicit in any of those arguments as he or James had been, and it seemed unfair to Harry that his younger son was all but laying the blame at their feet for every argument that had ever happened because they had disagreed with the way he dealt with things. Several deep breaths later, Harry opened his eyes. “I am of the opinion that we can’t ever solve problems if we don’t give them a chance to be solved.” He said slowly. Albus moving away was just running away from his problems, as far as Harry was concerned, and they weren’t going to learn to communicate with each other any better from a distance. Harry couldn’t stand the idea of being just a visitor in his son’s life after he graduated. Maybe it was his own desire for his parents speaking, but he just wanted to be there, all the time. “But if it’s want you want…” Harry sighed. Maybe it was time to resign himself to the fact that Albus would be happier if his father just walked out of his life.
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Oct 21, 2016 23:35:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 23:35:32 GMT -7
“I am of the opinion that we can’t ever solve problems if we don’t give them a chance to be solved.” al frowned and looked at his dad. not giving them a chance to be solved? what did he call the last seven years. there had been plenty of time for them to solve their problems but james and his dad has seemed just as keen to let things stay the were they were as al was. it wasn't like he could go to them and tell them how he'd been feeling. it was almost impossible for someone like al to do that. he didn't think he'd be doing it again anytime soon. he had just literally told his father how he was feeling and he'd got almost nothing back except what felt like his father trying to make al feel bad about leaving. he wasn't going to feel bad. for the first time in seven years he felt better. "sorry dad. but for the last seven years it's been nothing but fighting. that's seven years of chances. james has hated me simply for being in slytherin and you don't seem all that keen on not trying to fight with me either. now i'm no better, i know that. we've had years to solve our problems and it hasn't happened. i'm at least going to admit there's a problem that we can't fix while living under the same roof." he reached his hands up and moved to take his father's cloaks off and he folded them up, putting them on the ground next to him. “But if it’s want you want…” he nodded as he moved to stand up. it's what he wanted. to be able to live his own life without his parents thinking that he was trying to keep away from them. "i just opened up to you and that's all you have to say? if that's what you want?" he shook his head and ran his hand over the back of his neck. he picked up the bag his books were in and pulled it over his shoulder. "you don't seem to have a problem with james moving out. you're giving him a house after all. he's only a year older than i am so what's the difference. he's also not working so it's not like he can afford it. so is he running away from our problems too by moving out?" he threw it back at his dad. so much for this not fighting thing but damn it he'd tried to do what his family wanted to do and talk to his parents but his father had let it all slide. that hurt. "forget i asked. okay? i'll do this on my own while you give james a free ride" he snapped as he turned away from the tomb and started walking away.
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Oct 22, 2016 15:56:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 15:56:19 GMT -7
So much was bubbling beneath the surface, but Harry refused to believe it was anger anymore. He wasn’t angry – he was just in pain, the kind of deep, indescribable pain a parent felt when their child was willfully abandoning them. Because that was what this was – Albus was about to walk away, and Harry didn’t know how he was ever supposed to get him back. He didn’t want to bare his soul, open up, as Albus called it, but at that point, that seemed to be the only thing that Harry could do. He never liked to show his children who he was, because there were so many dark parts of him that no child should ever have to see in their father. Given the choice between terrifying Albus and losing him, though, there wasn’t a choice. Harry wanted his son to have a father. “You terrify me, Albus.” Harry said, his voice cracking despite how hard he tried to keep it even. It wasn’t what children liked to hear from their fathers, but Harry wasn’t done. “You terrify me, because you are who I could have been, if I had been braver.” If Harry hadn’t been so afraid of what he would become if he was put in the Slytherin house, he probably would have ended up much like his son. A mirror was one of the most terrifying things in the world, as far as Harry was concerned. “And I don’t know how to tell you to keep from making my mistakes.” And he had made so many of them, including this. Including trying to tell Albus how he felt when really he was just making everything worse. “I don’t know to tell you anything, and that’s why I’m scared to tell you that I don’t want you to leave.” Because no matter what Harry said, Albus always seemed to find a way to hear something different, and when all Harry wanted to say was stay he didn’t know how to do that without Albus hearing leave.
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Oct 23, 2016 11:18:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 11:18:02 GMT -7
“You terrify me, Albus. You terrify me, because you are who I could have been, if I had been braver.” he wasn't sure if he should be insulted or touched that his father was terrified of him. how did that work? how were you scared of someone because that's what you could have become. it didn't make sense to albus but he knew he didn't have all the answers. "how do i terrify because of that? most parents are proud of their children when they are brave" he said as he rubbed his hand over his neck and he turned back to look at his father. he'd ruined the conversation he knew it but he was starting to feel as volatile as he had, as defensive as he had been for the last seven years and like he needed to justify how he felt to himself. “And I don’t know how to tell you to keep from making my mistakes.” he shook his head a little. mistakes? what mistakes was he making. by trying to live his own life? "your mistakes? dad what mistakes am i making. what do you think i'm doing wrong?" he knew that would be a loaded question but he wanted to know why his dad thought he was screwing up his life and how. “I don’t know to tell you anything, and that’s why I’m scared to tell you that I don’t want you to leave.” he frowned again, though this time it was more of a surprised frown. leaving? he wasn't leaving. he'd moved out sure but that didn't mean he wouldn't see his parents. it didn't mean he didn't love them, because he did. he just needed a break from all the fighting that happened. "dad i moved out. i didn't disown you or move countries. i'm still here. i just never knew if that was good enough"
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Oct 28, 2016 14:57:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 14:57:25 GMT -7
Harry sighed when Albus asked why Harry was so scared of his son being better than him. “We know how to deal with people who are worse than us.” Harry said, wincing at the way that sounded – that was, not good at all. “But when someone’s better than us, braver than us, we don’t know how to be.” It was a simple fact of life; when someone was better than you were, you became jealous or despondent. The hardest part of success was finding someone who was happy for you, and that was because people just didn’t know how to be around someone who was better than them. That was Harry’s philosophy, at least, borne from years of being shoved in the spotlight and held up on a ridiculously high pedestal. “And I’m terrified I won’t know how to be with you.” He had already royally screwed that one up, but Harry hoped that Albus had at least enough tact not to point that out.
“You’re not letting people in.” Harry said bluntly. That was a mistake. It was a mistake to let your mental health rely entirely on one or two other people, because as soon as one of them left, it was like the floor had been dropped from underneath you. Harry had limped through Hogwarts with a lot of acquaintances, but only a few true friends, and he hated to see that Albus was doing the same thing, except for to an even greater degree.
Harry shook his head when Albus said that he hadn’t disowned his parents or switched countries or something of the sort. He said now that he would come back and visit, but if he was really always so miserable at home, why would he ever come back? “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner, Al.” Harry sighed. “But you’re my son, and I love you. And that will always be good enough.”
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Oct 30, 2016 22:44:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 22:44:41 GMT -7
“We know how to deal with people who are worse than us. But when someone’s better than us, braver than us, we don’t know how to be.” again he wasn't sure whether to be hurt or pleased. his father didn't like him because he was better? that made almost no sense to al. "well i guess that explains why james is your favorite" he couldn't help but say, sarcastically. he rubbed his fingers into his eyes and let his head drop slightly as he tried to process what was happening, what was being said. it didn't make much sense to him in all honesty. but then he wasn't a parent and he wasn't that much like his father. “And I’m terrified I won’t know how to be with you.” al frowned and lifted his head at that one. he wouldn't swallow that. that statement wasn't fair. "no, that's a load of crap dad. you cannot blame the fact you don't know how to be with me on what you just said. you've been this way for years. before i became 'braver' and before i became 'better than you'." quoting what his father had said was weird. he didn't want to be better than anyone else. didn't want to be braver. he just wanted to be enough and to be allowed to be himself.
“You’re not letting people in.” that wasn't something he could just change. he tried to be more open, he tried to let people through his guard but it was impossible at the best of times. the only people who had gotten past it were the people who had contently shown they were there for him. scorpius, lily, neville and dusti. they were the four people he could talk to about anything because they didn't judge him. they didn't tell him he was wrong for feeling things different than everyone else and they understood. "that's not something i can help" he said as he folded his arms across his chest again, starting to feel the cool against his skin again as he had walked away from the area his father had warmed. "for some reason i can trust very few people .. but i know that i've let the best people in. i might only trust a handful of people, but i know they'll never do anything to break it"
“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner, Al. But you’re my son, and I love you. And that will always be good enough.” he shook his head a little. why did he get the sinking feeling his father was only telling him that to stop him from walking away. not that he actually wanted to tell him that. "sorry dad. but it's seven years too late. seven years of james alternating between tormenting and ignoring me, telling that i was less than nothing for being in slytherin and you letting him do that ... it paints a whole other picture of what his family thinks of him, for a kid" he said as he ran his hand through his hair. "just accept the fact we're family that can't stand to live under the same roof as each other." he realized how it sounded but it was the truth. he was as much at fault as them but he was willing to do something different to change it. now before he grew to dislike them.
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Nov 18, 2016 10:50:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2016 10:50:02 GMT -7
Harry sighed a little when Albus said that he had been treating Albus poorly since before he became braver. How could he tell Albus that his son had become better than his father the moment he had been sorted into Slytherin house? He couldn’t. It was beginning to hurt Harry, how little of him he showed to Albus. How little of him he showed to anyone who wasn’t Ginny, really. He accepted Albus’s criticism with nothing more than a nod. Maybe if arguing didn’t make it better, accepting it would. Or maybe Al would just find something else to be mad about. Harry wasn’t going to pretend anymore. That was what had gotten him into this mess in the first place.
“Okay, Al.” Harry said. He stepped towards the edge of the warmed circle, but didn’t cross it the way Albus did. He didn’t know if his son wanted to be chased or not, and didn’t know how to figure it out. But he would. Eventually, harry was going to stop making a mess of things. He didn’t know when, but Harry figured that if he set his mind to it, he could do that. He had defeated Lord Voldemort. He could figure out how to get his son to trust him.
Deep breaths. Harry had to remind himself to keep breathing, and he did. “I’m sorry.” Really, what else was there to say? Harry had tried, and he had failed. “I’ll go now, if that’s what you want.” Better to leave now, before things had well and truly gone to hell, rather than let them escalate into something worse. But if Albus wanted him to stay, Harry would stay. Harry glanced over at Dumbledore’s tomb. The man had been one of the many father figures that had cycled through Harry’s life, but he had never given Harry the choice. He had never asked if Harry had wanted him to stay. Even if he failed at everything else, Harry was going to try to give Al a choice.
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Nov 30, 2016 13:52:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 13:52:36 GMT -7
“I’m sorry. I’ll go now, if that’s what you want.” al saw the way that harry looked back at the white tomb behind them and in that moment he realised he'd be the one to walk away. like he had with his mother but for a whole other reason. his father had loved the man buried in the tomb and telling him to leave would make him feel bad. even after the conversation they'd just had he didn't want to openly try and hurt his father. he shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "you stay. i'll go" he said quietly as he turned before they could say anything else to each other and he walked away from the white tomb back toward the castle. he rubbed his hand over his face as he walked, picking his way back to the castle in the pale moonlight that was now casting it's soft glow over the land before him. it had gotten dark quickly, as it usually did in winter. he rubbed his hands up and down his arms, thinking in that moment how nice it would actually have been to stay in that nice warm little area his dad had created. that had been the easy option though. staying in that moment would have been the easy choice and al didn't like to take the easy choices.
lost in his thoughts as he walked he was only alerted to the fact something was off when a twig snapped only a few feet away from him. his head snapped up and he frowned as he started to reach for his bag to pull out his wand. it wasn't the best place to keep it, he was aware of that but he'd been on the grounds and while the sun had been trying to shine through the cold day he hadn't felt the need. he could use wandless magic when he had time to think about it. split second magic was still elusive to him as he had yet to try a spell under pressure, well other than the bubblehead charm he had cast on rose last year, but that had been a different pressure. just as he felt his fingers touch the wand at the bottom of his bag he was suddenly knocked off his feet. what hit him felt like warm solid stone and he dropped the bag to the floor when he landed.
he tried to scramble back to his feet as he glanced wildly around him to see what had knocked him down. there was a slight glow to the shadows around him and he frowned at what that meant. the white dogs that roamed the grounds of hogwarts. light spell. he needed to cast a lumos. dispell the shadows and make the dogs vanish. simple right? they didn't give him long enough to think about it. within seconds of him getting to his feet again they rushed him again, this time with the intent to rip him to shreds. by some miracle one of them missed his neck, lunging at him as another knocked him from behind and instead of it's jaws grabbing his neck he felt it bite into his shoulder. the pain had him crying out as he tried to cast the spell in his head, his voice having been robbed of him in that moment. he felt the crushing weight of it's jaws on his shoulder, the weight of the creature as it rested it's paw on his chest, standing on him to keep him pinned as it kept it's hold on his shoulder. he felt a white hot pain as one grabbed onto his leg and shook it's head. they were going to tear him apart. this wasn't how he wanted to die.
ooc - okay lamo describing but it's up! i blame the fact it's almost 5 am and my brain is shot. he's gonna suffer from bites to his right shoulder and his left leg.
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Dec 4, 2016 8:41:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 8:41:20 GMT -7
Harry loved Albus Dumbledore. As much as the man and his legacy twisted Harry up inside, Harry loved him. But he would be damned if his love for Albus Dumbledore held a candle to the love Harry had for Albus Potter, his son. Albus Potter, who twisted Harry up just as much as Albus Dumbledore had. Albus Potter, who was brave, and strong, and dare Harry think it, scared. So, when Albus left, Harry dismantled the warming charm he had cast around the tomb, waited for three seconds, and set off after him. Keeping an eye on Albus’s shadowy figure proved harder than Harry had anticipated, since darkness had stolen over them quickly, and there was little light other than a few wisps of moonlight. Still, Harry followed, wanting to ensure that his son got back to the castle safely before Harry departed for the night.
It was a good thing he did, too, because about halfway back to the castle, something bowled into Albus. Harry’s eyes weren’t as good as they used to be (which was saying something, since they had never been particularly good to start with), but he knew that his son dropping like a stone wasn’t normal. Harry broke into a run, growing close enough to identify Albus’s attackers as gytrashes and to see them biting his son. Red began to eat at the edges of Harry’s visions. No one, wizard, beast, or being, hurt his children! Harry brandished his wand, and bellowed, “Lumos Maxima!” The light that burst from Harry’s wand was bright enough that he probably ought to have shielded his eyes, but he was sure that at least one of the gytrashes had evaporated from the blast, and the others were quickly retreating from where Albus was lying on the ground.
Harry half-ran, half-stumbled over to where Albus was, noting a bite on his shoulder and another on his leg. This wasn’t good. Two bites wouldn’t be that bad for an adult wizard, but Al still wasn’t an adult, and that, combined with the emotional stress he was under, didn’t bode well for his recovery. “I’m here, Albus. I’m here.” Harry murmured. He cast his Patronus and sent it to the hospital wing with a message that he would be coming with an injured Albus, barely making sure that the silver stag cantered off before turning his attention back to his son. “Can you walk?” Then, without even waiting for an answer, Harry asked another question. “Do you want me to carry you?” He was no longer in his prime, and there was still a fair bit to go to the castle, but love could do strange things to people, and Harry had no doubt that he could run a marathon with his son in his arms if it meant making sure Albus survived.
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Dec 8, 2016 11:49:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 11:49:32 GMT -7
“Lumos Maxima!” the light that shone through the clearing was blinding. though the impossible weight that had been resting on his chest and the crushing force that had been jawns clamping down around his shoulder were gone as soon as the light hit him. the jaws holding onto and tugging at his leg were suddenly as vanished as the first and al felt his limbs drop to the ground in a blinding flash of pain. he groaned as he tried to get his bearings but it was difficult. he could feel something warm and wet pooling under his back, the trails of blood running down his body leaving him feeling hot on the cold night that surrounded him. he coughed as he tried to breath, his body battered and broken from being shaken, bitten and torn. “I’m here, Albus. I’m here.” his father's voice cut through the mixed feelings of pain and distance he was having. he blinked once as he tried to turn his head from where it had dropped back onto the ground. he saw the silvery stag in the corner of his eye, the light fading from where they were as it bounded up to the castle. well that was where al assumed it was going. he had closed his eyes when the light had gone too far for him to see it anymore.
“Can you walk?” could he walk? he'd try. he could try. he had energy enough for that. he hoped. “Do you want me to carry you?” he could push through the pain, that seemed to be spreading from where he had been bitten. it was creeping up from the bite in his leg and down from the bite in his shoulder, seemingly toward his heart but he wasn't sure. it was impossible for him to tell what was hurting almost. the energy he had thought he had dispersed the second he lifted his head from the dirt. he paled as the world spun around him and his body shuddered once, he barely had time to turn his head before he was vomiting on the ground at his father's feet. he closed his eyes against ths spinning and groaned when the pain grew, the convulsion of his body having caused a white hot pain to shoot through every bone that had been shattered or broken. he dropped his head back to the dirt as his gaze shifted to the sky above them. he coughed and felt something gurgle in his chest and he tasted the familiar taste of blood in his mouth though it was hard to distinguish from the taste of sick, though it was there. "i- ..i"
ooc -- sorry haha couldn't help it after they were talking about it in this very thread plus one of them was standing on his chest so he's injured there too, just not bitten if you want to, have harry pick him up and they can get to the hospital wing in your post!
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Dec 29, 2016 15:18:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2016 15:18:59 GMT -7
For someone who hadn't gone to hell and back, and practically heaven and back for that matter, he was amazing good at staying focused when things went south. He felt the panic, of course, and his ears were ringing with worry, but he had tunnel vision and that tunnel led straight to saving his son. Albus tried to answer him and Harry shook his head, gently wiping he blood away from his sons mouth with his hand. "I've got you," he promised.
He conjured up splints and bandage as best he could before gently lifting his son of the ground. "Shh, shh," she gently encouraged at Al's sounds of protest. The journey back to hospital was long, and took even longer due to Harry trying to step carefully.
He saw so many good things of himself in his son, and he hoped they could focus on those. The bravery, the deep love, the willingness to fight for what you believed in and wanted. Harry decided in that moment that he would fix this, as best as he could and as much as his son would allow him. As for Dusti and her parents, Harry would help her too. If it meant that much to Al. Plus, he understood what a home like that was like.
He arrived at the Hospital wing and his baby boy was whisked away from him. He waited, for what seemed like an eternity, to be allowed near him.
@al (are we done or did we want more? leaving note for readers, this is suzie switching to harry now)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 12:50:21 GMT -7
it seemed an eternity to him had passed since the last time he had opened his eyes and for a moment he could believe it had. the last time he'd had his green eyes open he had been staring up at the stars, his head resting against his father's shoulder as he'd been carried back to the castle and this time they settled on a stone ceiling above him. the hospital wing. that had to be it, his dad wouldn't have taken him anywhere else and if he was in his dorm then they had suddenly remodeled. he tried to shift and automatically regretted it. not because it hurt, it had been a dull ache at best which he had a feeling was all to do with the pain potions he'd seen sitting beside his bed. but the room had started to spin dangerously. he often felt like that when coming around from being unconscious, a sensation he had started becoming used to. he couldn't move the leg that had been bitten and it seemed to weigh a tonne. something was tied around his neck and it took him a moment to realize that his arm was sitting in a sling even though he was laying down. he turned his head once more, braving the spinning sensation as his head moved against the soft pillow beneath his head and his emerald eyes found his father sitting by the side of his bed. "dad?" he said, biting his lip and fisting his free hand against the sheet as he tried to sit up a little against the pillows behind him. if there was one thing he hated it was being flat on his back. he'd been laid up after the incident in the tower and it had almost driven him crazy.
-- so this would now be after the dusti/harry thread has taken place
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Jan 9, 2017 11:04:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 11:04:27 GMT -7
Harry had been by Albus's bedside during this whole recovery, however long that would take, he would stay right there. Aside from a few moments pacing the hall outside, and talking with Dusti, Harry had been sitting in this chair. He was looking down at his hands in his lap. Maybe praying, maybe muttering some sort of good luck spell, when he heard a voice. "Dad?" he looked up, his eyes finding Albus's quickly. Al started to sit up and Harry reached a hand out as if to stop him... but then he remembered that trying to control Albus was part of the reason they were in this mess in the first place. He brought his hand back, and gently laid it on the bed beside his son. "Al," he said, giving Albus a soft smile, "how are you feeling?"
He had also contacted Ginny while Albus was passed out, and hoped that she would be here soon.
@al @ginevra (join when you can!)
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Jan 10, 2017 8:00:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 8:00:05 GMT -7
Ginny had arrived at Hogwarts almost as soon as she had received Harry's message. Albus was injured; he had been bitten by gytrashes. Getting through to her son in the Hospital Wing had been the most difficult part, though; there were so many Aurors who needed to check that she was who she said she was and that she wasn't someone else disguised as Ginny Potter.
Once she was given security clearance, she ran quickly to the Hospital Wing, a route that she knew all too well. When she got there, Albus was in a bed—awake now—with Harry seated in a chair just beside him. Albus's arm was placed in a sling, too; she noticed that right away, as well as how weak he looked.
Walking in slowly from the doorway, Ginny went and stood at her husband's side. She rest her hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze, not wanting to crowd their son. “I'm here,” she breathed quietly, in case her touching Harry's shoulder hadn't been enough.
She smiled at Albus then. Even though the nurses at the school were incredibly skilled, Ginny knew that he must have been in some pain. “Have you been awake long?” she asked.
@al HARRY JAMES POTTER
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