scorpius

(I couldn’t edit out the bar on the staircase scene)

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This is the sort of ask I’m here for. Thanks anon. And may I present to you the following idea in return:

Scorpius visits the Potters’ house to sleep over one night, and he and Albus are camping out in the lounge because there isn’t space in Albus’s room for both of them (it’s not messy, but it’s small and half of it is taken up with an elaborate potions experiment that Scorpius would never even dare to suggest that they try and move—it’s very important to Albus). At some point in the evening Lily invites herself to join the sleepover (she’s bored, they’re entertaining, they have sweets, plus she knows Scorpius will braid her hair, which she quite likes), and she is quickly followed by James, who hates to feel like he’s missing out on anything.

At some point Albus falls asleep. He’s been up since dawn stressing about making sure everything is perfect Scorpius’s arrival, and he’s the sort of person who can sleep anywhere, so he just passes out on the floor.

Scorpius is the first to notice, and he doesn’t say anything because he’s too busy thinking about how beautiful Albus is when he’s sleeping—he just looks so peaceful and calm, like his cares have all melted away. But then Lily notices, and she judges James, who comes up with the brilliant plan to steal Harry’s spare glasses and draw the lightning bolt on him.

Scorpius is reluctant at first, because he knows how much Albus hates looking like his dad, but James convinces him it would be a good scientific experiment. “He never wears glasses, Scorpius. We have no idea how much like he Dad he actually looks. Don’t you want to find out?” And in truth, Scorpius sort of does want to find out, and Albus would never agree to it if he were awake, so this is their only chance.

James steals the glasses, Scorpius draws the scar on, because they decide that if Albus wakes up halfway through he’s the least likely person to get yelled at or kicked. Lily slips the glasses on Albus’s face when Scorpius is done, and then there he is. A tiny version of Harry. Sixteen years old and sleeping. With the scar and glasses and green eyes and messy hair. Looking far less world-weary and worried than sixteen year old Harry looked. And if Scorpius wasn’t in love with Albus already then he falls head over heels right there and then, because the sight is just so beautiful and peaceful. He beams and reaches out to smooth Albus’s sticking up hair and reflects on how lucky he is to have Harry Potter’s son for a best friend.

Then James makes the mistake of taking a photo, and the flash goes off and wakes Albus up, and then they’re all in deep trouble. James runs away screaming, Lily vanishes giggling to her room and pretends to be asleep like the little angel she clearly is, and Scorpius is left to calm down a very irritable Albus. It’s not hard to convince Albus that it was all James’s fault though, and Albus is sleepy enough that he promises to kill James in the morning instead of immediately, and once he’s wiped the scar off he curls up against Scorpius’s side and closes his eyes to drift off again.

“You did suit the glasses though,” Scorpius murmurs.

Albus grumbles and elbows him in the ribs.

“You suit everything,” Scorpius says, hoping Albus will hear but also desperately hoping he won’t.

Albus opens one eye and looks up at him, then he closes it again, and Scorpius doesn’t know if it’s wishful thinking, but he reckons Albus’s cheeks have gone a bit pink and he’s trying to hide a smile.

“You do,” Scorpius says, putting an arm round him and hugging him in close. “I promise. But I think I like you best when you’re just yourself. The scar was a bit weird.”