Talking it Over ~Albus~

[Harry James Potter]

Harry was pacing the house he had asked Albus to come and talk to him about all that had happened. He was more than anything worried about what was going to happen at this meeting. He wanted more than anything to talk civilly even though this boy was beyond redemption in his eyes. But he needed to keep his wife happy because these times are hard even on him because of the loses. He kept trying to make amends with either of the twins, he loved his children deeply but he knew that the twins were soon lost. He was still trying and now he was fighting these choices, it was odd to want these things but he simply let it go and waited to see what was going to happen.

He wanted to talk with Albus and Alex separately, so he had called both boys to meet with him on different days. Thankful for their complying because if he'd had both on the same day he'd have a headache the way they teamed up on him. He'd had enough dealing with their teaming when they were little now that they were sixteen it drove him crazy. So now he simply let it go and was simply pleased to be talking with the twins yesterday and today. He wanted more than anything to convince them to walk away from the Dark Lord but he knew that it was impossible for Albus to walk away. He let it go and simply waited for his son to come through the door as he paced back and forth in the living room. He was nervous but it was only because of what had happened the last time he was around his son he had been getting hit by the boy, it was Franny and Rancer that stopped him. Which he now knew was the Dark Lord, he thought about how he would take back the Wizarding World.

[Albus Severus Potter]

Albus was lying in his bed at the Malfoy manor, thinking about the letter that he had received from his alleged father. He didn’t really want to go because he was sure he knew what it was all about. Potter wanted a little clone of himself, a son that was an auror and Order member. You’d think he’d learn, after the second betrayal, that Albus wasn’t going to change. Last year, before the war, he’d joined the DA, saying that he broke it off with Callista and the gang, proving that he was a good actor when he pretended to be scared about getting killed. Whenever he thought of that, he laughed. He really fooled his father.

Finally, he threw his legs over the railing and jumped to the ground. Sure, there were stairs that he could climb down, but he found it more fun to jump off it. He left the room, running his hands through his black hair. Albus was ready to fight. He was always ready to fight. He grabbed some floo powder and stepped into the fireplace. “Potter Residence,” he said, loudly and threw down the powder. He stepped out of the fireplace when he reached the house that he once called home. He stood in front of Potter, arms crossed. “What do you want?” he said, coldly and very mean.

He unfolded his arms and put one in his pocket, grasping his wand, ready to attack him if he stepped out of line. Stepping out of line would be if he tried to get close to him. Albus didn’t want to be brainwashed and he wouldn’t put it past Potter to do it. “Oh, few rules, Potter. You are not to move or approach me in any way. Mention Callista or Alex and I will murder you. In fact mentioning my allegiance in anyway will only result in your death, so watch what you say if you value living.”

[Harry James Potter]

"Rules? Who puts these rules down? I just wanted to talk with you first I need you to know that even though you are what you are, and who you are. I will always care about my sons, no matter how they irritate and anger me I know that you and your brother will never be what I had hoped in my sons. I know that my first born James is following my footsteps that is all I can ask but I do care about you, and Scorpius was right when he said you were all talk and no action. I know for a fact that on numerous occasions you have said you would kill me yet you haven't." Harry said as he put his hand around the elder wand, he was not about to use his wand, he owned them both but this one was somehow rea*suring when he was facing off with those who threatened his life. He looked at his son and waited to see what Albus would say, however Harry was no fool he went to stand behind one of the chairs. If this half grown wizard decided to attack him he'd simply disapparate and apparate again in this room, he avoided attacks by using it he'd gotten good at it. Now he would stand and wait, his own nerves on end he thought of himself and Ginny oh how rough their relationship had gotten, ever since Albus's act he gulped and stood ready.

"Also I want you to know your mother and I are still on rocks because of you two." Harry told him knowing full well that he may get attacked by his son, he sighed and waited to hear what Albus would say to him his own nerves on end. He stood still and waited to hear this boys words to what he had said about all of this. For now he would wait and see what Albus was going to say to him, but he knew that he would more than likely need to defend himself from his own son and that terrified him.

[Albus Severus Potter]

Albus listened intently to what his father was saying. He wanted to remember every word that was ever said to him by the man that made his life horrible. You never know, there might be something he could use later against the man. He smirked when he said that he was all talk. It was pretty sad when the man that supposedly fathered him knew absolutely nothing about him. Harry would be dead if Albus had fought in the war. He would address that next. He had to think about his actions and words very carefully. “I set the rules because I’m in charge. Rules are made to be broken, except if they are made by me! My rules are meant to be followed.”

He fixed Potter with a cold glare as he thought about what he would do. He was probably expecting an attack. Albus couldn’t do that. First rule in attacking somebody, always wait until they don’t expect it. Another reason the old man was still alive. He always seemed to be expecting an attack. “Now you know one of the many, many reasons why I don’t like you,” he said, coldly. “You don’t know me very well. If you want to believe that I’m all talk, go ahead. Put your guard down when you’re around me. You’ll regret it.” Albus clutched his wand, but he never drew it. If Potter wanted a fight, he’d have to make the first move. “The only reason you aren’t dead is because when the war broke out, I was in Canada on business, official Slytherin business. I didn’t get back until the war ended. I miss all the fun.”

He burst out laughing when he said their marriage was still on the rocks. Good. Albus thought his mother should leave him. He didn’t deserve a woman like Ginny Weasley. She was too good for him. “Good. I think Mum should leave you. She’s too good for you. She could find someone a whole lot better.” And if she did leave him, Albus would leave the Malfoy’s and go live with her. At least she still liked him. He let his wand go, crossed his arms, and glared at him. “Are we done here?”