[hp grandchildren] Birdcage

Kepi ​​looked at her determined eyes, then turned to look at the people on the stage, "I will."

In order to put an end to all possibilities and mishaps, Scorpius revealed his identity from the very beginning of his bid - Malfoy's name is quite prestigious among the nobles. The matter was a hot potato, eager to get the greedy gaze of this young man, but it died down in an instant.As the final hammer finally fell, Scorpius heard Rose and Hugo beside him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Sco." Rose showed a relieved smile.Scorpius smiled and shook his head, saying that you are welcome.

Hugo was still rubbing his hands holding the red tablecloth uneasily, and he asked in a suspicious voice, "Sister, is that really Al? Is he really... still alive?"

"I don't know," Rose pressed her temples with a tired expression, "Today's affairs are too messy..."

"So, can you tell me what happened?" Scorpius didn't know why, and raised his doubts again.

Birdcage ([-])

3.

Amid all the discussions about Master Malfoy's performance today, Scorpius quietly left the venue.

The birdcage still covered with red cloth was gently pushed by his housekeeper Pu Fan with a cart, and followed behind him.The boy inside didn't say a word, only the barely audible sound of breathing indicated his presence.

Scorpius looked complicated.Recalling what Rose told him about the ins and outs of the decline of the Potter family, his heart sank a bit.According to Rose, the boy in the birdcage is most likely the second son of Harry Potter and her aunt Ginny—Albus Potter, who was supposed to be killed but never found his body. A special child. "The people under Riddle's command are really crazy! They humiliated him with such dirty means..." Rose's angry words seemed to echo in his ears all the time, "Do they still think that what they did to my uncle's family back then was not enough? ?!"

Hugo originally proposed to go to Malfoy Manor together to see the boy who was bought, but it was already late, and Scorpius reassured them, telling them to go back to Weasley's house first and come back tomorrow.So they bid farewell at the venue.

It's just... Scorpius' eyes darkened, and he clenched a small glass bottle in his hand.Unexpectedly, the organizer would give him "this".

He didn't know the principle of this bottle of potion, but the host of the auction told him in a teasing and ambiguous tone: as long as he drank this bottle of "magic" potion, he would become the only one of the boy in the cage. It is also an eternal "master", which sounds like a soul contract like a law-but this is absurd and ridiculous.Scorpius hated this aristocratic "unique hobby" demeanor.

After returning to the manor, Pu Fan put away the red cloth for him, leaving him and the boy in the birdcage looking at each other.He got up and threw the glass bottle in his hand into the fireplace, and the boy showed a surprised expression.

Then, Scorpius unlocked the chains with the golden key in his hand. During this period, the boy has been very obedient.Finally, Scorpius took his hand and pulled him out of the cage.The boy's black robe drew a light arc in the air.

Scorpius led him to the locker room. "What's your name?" Scorpius asked softly, with a slight warmth in the loosely held hands.

"...Albus," the young man said his name softly, "those people told me so."

Scorpius was taken aback.The name was really the same as Rose's name, and the name of his best friend in his dream.Also, "those people told me so" - which means that Albus may have lost all memories of his childhood.The horror and corruption behind this possibility are self-evident, and he couldn't help but wonder whether it was a wrong choice for his fathers to attach to Prince Riddle.But now that Malfoy's property is under his control, is there still time for him to do something?

Albus followed behind Scorpius, his green eyes staring unblinkingly at Patriarch Malfoy's face, trying to figure out what the other person was thinking through that expression.Thinking of the tube of potion, he bit his lower lip thoughtfully, and the other hand that was not being held was tightly clenched and then released.

In the dressing room, Scorpius found out a suit himself and handed it to him.After Albus finished dressing, he stared at himself in the mirror, stunned for a moment—a feeling he hadn’t seen for a long time—but he quickly put away these emotions and his original expression, and walked out with due restraint and caution. locker room.

"You can rest in this guest room tonight." Scorpius put the black robe that Albus had replaced on the back of the chair. "If you have anything to do, you can ring the bell, Pufan will hear you."

"Sir," Albus suddenly clenched Scorpius' wrist, which made Scorpius stop his steps, "Can I... rest with you?"

Steppy's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but they were soon followed by a dyed-brow smile—a heartfelt, inexplicable delight. "Of course," Scorpius moved Albus's hand that was holding his wrist to his own, and held it again. "Also, you don't have to call me 'sir', just call me Scorpius."

"In exchange," Scorpius chuckled and blinked his left eye, "may I call you 'Al'?"

"No problem, sir—" Albus looked Scorpius in the eyes and changed his words immediately, "—Scorpius."

Scorpius gave a satisfied smile.They walked through the hallway covered with dark carpets in the manor, and walked to the deepest room.Albus looked at the paintings hanging on the wall, and suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar.He might have dreamed—he belatedly, he had dreamed of this corridor full of books and the pictures on the walls babbling.It was a strange dream, a strange world.

Just as absurdly bizarre as the tube of potion that Scorpius threw away.

Thinking of this, Albus' eyes dimmed.He needed the potion, although Scorpius' attitude was unexpected and different from what he had imagined-Scorpius actually threw the potion away instead of drinking it.Although this moved him, it also ruined his plan.Albus mused to himself, which meant he needed to make another plan.

During his trance, he had already arrived at Scorpius' bedroom.The veil of the drapery fell to the floor like the long hair that falls from the shoulders of a meek woman when she bows humbly.It was very late at night, and there were only a few candles left in the bedroom, which seemed a little dim.Scorpius blew out the one closest to the head of the bed, while Albus stood at the door, staring at the room's furnishings.A sense of familiarity enveloped him, making him feel inexplicably at ease.In this place, all calculations and troubles seem to be left behind.

"Al," Scorpius patted the place beside him, "come here."

Albus took a step towards him, with an unquenchable longing in him.At this moment, his reason lost control, he obeyed his inner call, and pressed his lips to Scorpius's.Scorpius froze completely - Albus clearly felt the other's stiffness.

Why do you want to do this?Albus didn't have time to ask himself.When he came back to his senses, he was obsessed with the other party.

"You want him." There was a lingering voice in my head.Albus couldn't resist.

Scorpius froze from excessive surprise at first, but soon he softened, and even responded to Albus, offering his own breath for the other to ask for.Scorpius had never tried such an intense kiss before, so his technique was raw, and somehow Albus was much more skilled than him, seemed to have a lot of experience, and was still guiding him step by step.

"Do not know why"? —No, he thought he probably knew why.The boy in front of him is an auction item, and he knows what the organizer will teach him without even thinking about it...

Scorpius woke up instantly from the sweetness of the kiss, and at the same time he realized that Albus had put his hand on his button.He held the hands that were about to make trouble, and pushed them slightly away with some force.Albus stepped back in doubt, and stared directly at Scorpius' light gray eyes with a questioning look - mixed with dissatisfaction at being interrupted.Scorpius closed his eyes, calmed his disordered breathing, and said coldly: "You don't have to do this to please me, Al."

He was misunderstood.Albus narrowed his eyes to hide the cloudy desire in his bright green pupils.That's good, he didn't have to find any reason to explain his involuntary actions just now, rationality and coldness returned to the dominant position.He lowered his eyebrows and said, "I see."

Scorpius gave Albus a complicated look, and then heaved a long sigh.For some reason, when he thought of the reason for Albus's proficient kissing skills just now, his chest felt an inexplicable sense of distress.Who had he kissed like that before?If he was taken by someone else at the auction, would the same be done to the person who took him?

"Sleep," Scorpius said to Albus, trying not to think about it - as if to himself.

All the lights in the room were extinguished, and Scorpius fell asleep in a disturbed state.Hearing the breathing of the person lying beside him gradually longer, Albus opened his eyes silently, but he couldn't find any sleepiness in those bright green eyes.He silently stared at Malfoy beside him, and with a faint light, he could see the peaceful face of the other party in his sleep - he was almost jealous.

How can you sleep so peacefully?Every night I can't sleep.

why... you can one