Time is Complicated (Harry Potter fan fiction)(Unedited)

Chapter 17

Harry watched the younger boy in the middle of the night, with nothing but the moon illuminating the scene before him. But what Harry saw took him aback, the boy was visibly troubled, he was trembling head to toe and was blowing unevenly onto his cupped hands. And even in the cold weather, he saw that Al's red hair was sticking on his head because of the amount of sweat he was releasing. It was obvious that the boy just had a terrible nightmare and Harry was trying his best not to feel sorry for the other boy, but he just can't.

The image in front of him sent a pang pain towards him. It wasn't physically, but he was hurting just seeing Al tremble. Harry clenched his fist; he shouldn't be feeling like this. It's not like he's anything special to him, this boy is a liar, why is he having such jumbled emotions toward him?

Harry stiffened as he heard it, it was soft and low, and if you weren't listening carefully you would've missed it. But Harry heard it, he heard it clearly. "I'm scared."

Harry watched the thirteen year old boy in front of him as he ran both his hands over his bright red hair. Harry watched at Al's hand reached the hair near the back of his neck and clenched a fist full of it. It wasn't clear whether Al would start pulling his hair out because he stayed it that way. The only thing that you could hear was the loud uneven breathing of the younger boy.

Harry wasn't moving, he even forgot the fact that he was freezing.

"I'm scared." The younger boy said ones again that made Harry hold his breath.

What could have made this boy so scared? Voldemort? Everyone's scared; he's not the only one. But it doesn't look like that was the problem, because all of a sudden Harry heard Al crying, begging for someone to help him.

"Dad, I'm scared." The boy said.

Suddenly, Harry's hand was slowly reaching out for him, but stopped inches away. His eyes stayed at the young boy in front, he was debating whether to comfort him or not. He was confused, not the boy, but him.

Everything is confusing.

Harry closed his eyes and left, he doesn't need to torture himself and help this boy.

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Albus

"How was your sleep?"

Al looked up and saw Mr. Weasley standing in front of him, holding a basket of chicken feed. Al shrugged, not knowing what to answer. His eyes trailed at the snow slowly melting on Mr. Weasley's cloak. It was Christmas morning, usually Al would be looking forward for presents he received from his parents or aunts and uncles. But today, he wasn't looking forward that much.

Al took his usual spot at the front porch the next morning. In fact he didn't actually take it; he never left the spot since last night. And here he was, sitting on one of the coldest morning outside. His fingers were numb, including his toes, but stayed at the spot, he never left. He was too shaken up at the revelation he had last night.

He made the decision not to tell it to anyone but Dumbledore. He had this weird feeling to keep it a secret. It was stupid really, but for some odd reasons he trust his instincts, which usually doesn't end up well.

"Would you mind telling Snape I won't take any of his potions, ever." Al said.

Mr. Wealsey gave out an audible chuckle as he sat down next to Al. "I can't really do that, you need that potion."

"I don't want it." Al retorted back, where he only received another chuckle.

"You've been saying that for a lot of time." Mr. Weasley said. "And I have the letters to prove it. But seriously Al, I'm not the one to decide what to do, I don't have the plan remember?"

Al cupped is hands and blew air towards his mouth, the heat suddenly made him realize that he was freezing like he just spent his last hour in a freezer. "I just don't think I need it anymore."

"Right, so you spent your night here outside because you don't need that potion anymore— don't act like your shocked, no one goes out wearing their pajamas, Al." Mr. Weasley said. "And doing the chore of sneaking in your room to place your gifts is pretty much an explanation you spent your night outside."

"You're wearing your pajamas." Al pointed out. "And it's because of that potion, that was the reason I was freezing myself outside."

"First, I'm also wearing a cloak." Mr. Weasley said. "Second, in time your emotions will be maintained, not all jumbled up. Don't tell me you haven't noticed anything. When was the last time you said something insulting without realizing it? When was the time you felt that potion suddenly kick in?" Al was about to reply. "Exclude the thing last night." Mr. Weasley added.

Al rubbed his eyes. "I know that it's helping me, but my situation won't really change if that thing was gone. Things just keeps getting worse because of that potion."

Mr. Weasley stared at him.

"I know grand mum doesn't really know how to react around me, everyone does." Al said. "You shouldn't keep that information a secret you know."

"What?"

"Dumbledore told me that I may still have some emotional connection to people I'm really close to, Don't tell me you don't know."

"No not really." Mr. Weasley said. "That's news actually, no wonder Molly has been this weird around you."

"Granddad," Al called. "What should I do?"

"Just keep taking that potion and be yourself."

"I don't really know who I am these days."

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Harry

"I don't want to bring that subject up, Hermione." Harry said through the muggle phone he borrowed from Mr. Weasley.

Hermione sent an owl for Harry, saying that he needs to call her immediately. He thought it was something important, but all she wanted to talk about is Al. Honestly, Harry had enough of Al, all he wanted to figure out this instant is Draco. Ever since they realized they have some weird feelings with Al, Hermione won't drop the subject. (Harry told them he was feeling the same thing, leaving the fact that his is rather like a father feeling.) Even when Ron started dating Lavender, Hermione won't stop.

It's the S.P.E.W.S. all over again.

"We have to talk about it." Hermione's voice rang through the speaker. "Don't you think this is something to talk about, instead of Draco being a Death Eather?"

"Draco is none of your business at the moment." Harry growled, it was early in the morning and she's pestering him. He should be annoying Ron, because his gift from Lavender is worth laughing at. "And weren't you searching for the Prince?"

"I haven't given up on that yet either, I just thought this is rather important to talk."

"Just forget it." Harry said. "I asked Fred and George what they feel about Al, and it seems like George the only one feeling dodgy about him. It means not every one of us is what you think, maybe this is just because he's new here." Even Harry was sure no one would be convinced from the way he said it.

"Harry, this is serious."

"Drop it Hermione." Then Harry hung up.

Al, Albert, whoever he is, Harry has enough. He doesn't care anymore, the important thing right now is Draco and the things he must be prepared in facing the Dark Lord. Al is nothing but a drawback. Starting from now, he doesn't care anything about Al.

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A/N: Sorry short chapter, i lost the will of writing a few months back. But look at the bright side, I finally updated, but I'm not promising that my next update would be long.... or would it be publish in the next couple of days.

So sorry, but no matter what, I'm 100% sure I'll finish this story. It won't be one of those that gets left behind.