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She was only walking around. It was her own way of getting relief from all the tension with being around so many people she knew. Of course, it was nice to see Albus, seeing as he was about the only one who had also gotten into a different house than the rest of the group. She turned her eyes down to the blue and gold scarf she wore around her neck and glared at it. She began kneading at the pale blue sweater turtleneck her mother had sent her for Christmas. It seemed almost hollow at the school now when no one was there to help her with pranks and such. Well, save one person, but she would rather face an angry mother hippogriff tha

Title:Spark Summary: Harry caught Ginny cheating on him with Michael Corner late one evening.  Repulsed and angry at what he saw, Harry filed a divorce and took his son, Albus, with him, leaving James and Lily with their mum.  Meanwhile, Draco was having problems of his own when his wife left him for another man, leaving his son, Scorpius, and a large estate behind with him.  Both felt really heartbroken until they meet again.  All they needed was a spark to realize they had feelings for each other.  And said spark was their own sons. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry and Draco and I promise to put back everything as I saw it.  : ) * * * * *

Once the Hogwarts Express left the station, and the stressful departure from all the parents—who were all glassy eyed—had passed for those aboard, Rose Weasley sighed and snuggled into the seat.  She opened up her thick “Hogwarts, A History” which she’d refused to pack away in her trunk and began reading it—she’d read it once already in the weeks prior to the date.  “Why do you read that,” her cousin, Albus Potter, asked of her as he leaned his cheek against the chilly window. Glancing up over the top of the textbook, Rose smiled at him—he was terrified of being put in Sly

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 “Harry, we got an owl from Albus!” Ginny squealed. Harry smiled and took the letter from his wife. “First week and he’s already writing home,” He said, smiling. This was already different from James’ first year. He and Ginny had only received letters once a year regarding their son’s many detentions. He opened the folded parchment and read aloud. “Dear Mum and Dad, Me and Rose made Gryffindor!!! And James actually let us sit next to him at the table! The castle is so huge! It’s great! I’ve made some friends aleady who also got Gryffindor. One boy, Collin Creevy,” Harry paused for

 Scorpius took a shallow breath as the music began to play. What would normally be a cheerful throng seemed more like the screams of a banshee as the organist played with eloquence. Was he the only one that heard that distant screaming noise? Everything felt wrong as Rose started walking down the aisle. She looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her before, which made him blanch. She was holding a bouquet of blue hydrangeas that almost perfectly matched her own blue eyes. He wanted to kick himself for helping her pick them out. He had sat beside her as they picked out flowers, chose where the wedding would be, picked the music, and had e

It was all he could do to stop his hands from shaking as he gingerly stepped into the empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. No matter what his father had said, his brother’s words still haunted him, and Albus Severus Potter wanted nothing more than to run back into Ginny’s arms and go back home. Make Lily take his place on the train. She’d love that. But before he could come to a conclusive decision, the compartment door slammed open again and a boy with longish white-blond hair scrambled in, shutting it quickly behind him. They stood for a moment in near-silence: the newcomer, who was panting visibly, and Albus, who mer

>< Share with me the blankets that you’re wrapped in Because it’s cold outside, it’s cold outside ><   She nuzzled into his warmth like a mole burrows into the dirt. She never wanted to let him go, although there would be hell to pay if her father ever found out about them. She just had to make sure he never did, then, wouldn’t she? The chilly air of the top of the Astronomy Tower didn’t bother her, wrapped as she was close to him in his cloak. Or so she thought, when she shivered slightly.  “Maybe we should go inside,” he suggested softly, his voice alone sending tingles up and down her spin

   It was the last day of Hogwarts; Rose was waiting for her last Charms lesson to end- her finger tips drummed on the desk top. Scorpius was sat a few feet away, next to him was Frank Longbottom. Over that year they had become best friends since they had a dying love for Care of Magical Creatures. Rose glanced over at Scorpius, he winked at her and she blushed. Next to her Delilah Lovegood sat; she was a sweet, pretty, dark blue eyed girl- her father had died in a broom accident. She was nice and was clealy open about it- she didn't mind. Her mother, Luna, was chief editor in The Quibbler. Delilah was smiling as she watched large crystal bal

Chapter One Don’t Get Your Hair in a Tangle As the train sailed away, Albus stared out the window gloomily, watching his father’s waving figure disappear as the train took the bend. All that was ahead of him for hours was the open countryside and the clacking of the train over the tracks. And, of course, Rose’s endless chatter. Rose Weasley, Albus’s cousin, was already dressed in her black Hogwarts’ robes and she had her wand out, excitedly informing him on all the spells she had already learned and prattling on and on about Diagon Alley, Gringotts, Olivander’s, her wand… “It’s birch, see?”