The Difference Between

Title: The Difference Between
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Scorpius/Albus Severus
Timeline: The Next Generation, DH epilogue compliant, year 2024
Rating: M-R
Summary: The middle child of the Potter family elected to attend Braxas Academy for Mages in place of Hogwarts. When the Academy is attacked by Muggles, Albus returns back to Britain and is immediately enrolled into Hogwarts, with several extra classes and a tutorer to keep up with his studies. He never expected to meet the only Veela in the school, and he never expected said Veela to show an interest in him.
Warnings: This fic contains SLASH, as well as one scene of RAPE, which may/may not be graphic when the time comes. BONDAGE is featured, as well as BONDS and there will definitely be some SEX SCENES. Please keep young children from those chapters containing the warning at the beginning. There will be VIOLENCE and blatant PREJUDICE against muggles. For those of you who loathe fluffy romance fics, I am ashamed to say you may hate a fair few chapters out of this. But, believe me, I share your pain.
Disclaimer: The author claims no rights to any of the Harry Potter characters as those belong to J K Rowling and affiliated publishers and movie producers/ companies. Everything not mentioned within the HP series belongs to the author unless so stated. The author is making no money from this work of fiction, since she’s pretty much broke anyway.

A/N: this came from a prompt a friend of mine gave me as a sort of joke.

Albus Severus Potter has to of attended a different school, preferably for stronger magic users. He needs to despise muggles, whether that be because of something they did to him or prejudices at his own school. For his least year he has to transfer into Hogwarts, where he’ll sneer at the muggle borns and be shunned by almost everyone. His sister, Lily Luna, will be the only one to talk to him (no matter which House he is put into, so long as it’s not Slytherin) and he will be given his own private rooms on the fifth floor. The pairing must be Albus/Scorpius.

I decided that since people are always writing Draco as a Veela in fanfiction, that if we were complying with the series but still using that, wouldn’t it make sense for his son to have inherited the Veela gene as well? And so, we have the very first Next Generation fic I have ever even considered writing. And it might just be one of the only ones I ever do. Unless that Teddy/Albus plot bunny decides to permanently take up home where it can stare at me constantly…__shiver__

Chapter One—Home Coming

The sound of a bomb exploding rang through the night, shattering the innocent silence and ripping screams from the throats of young children terrified by the violence of the noise. Albus gritted his teeth, throwing out a hand as he raised a shield in time to stop the heavy stones from smashing into the younger years under his care. His emerald eyes flashed angrily as he pushed more power into the spell, weaving it around the group of ten and tying it into each of their auras.

Another explosion rocked the walls of the ancient castle making the floors vibrate beneath his sneakers. He looked quickly around them, noticing a hole in the wall further up the corridor and quickly figuring out a new route. He refused to show the smaller, weaker children to the people who were cruelly cutting through the peace he’d known for the last seven years.

He carefully lead the frightened kids through the winding corridors of the castle, his ears straining for any sound that shouldn’t have been there, struggling to hear past the explosions and the shouts outside the walls and below on the grounds. He silently cursed the people outside, the muggles that the magical world was constantly trying to protect. It hadn’t worked over the last ten years, with magic gradually being exposed to the muggle world and the Obliviators unable to get to everyone before the public was aware.

In most cases it had resulted in innocent curiosity and tentative friendships, but in others it had escalated from wariness to hate and fear. He didn’t care what his family was going on about when they spouted the virtues of muggles; he hated them with a loathing he’d never felt before in his life.

The sound of metal sliding into place, something which he’d learned to identify as a gun being cocked, ripped his mind back to the present, his eyes snapping to the corner ahead and his magic rearing around him. He reinforced the shield about his charges, testing it tentatively to be sure it would be solid enough to deflect bullets. The one weakness in magic and he’d spent three years working on this shield with his professors. He could only hope it actually worked.

He signalled the children to stop, eyeing the corner in anticipation for an attack. But he’d forgotten about the tapestry to his right, one that hid a secret passage. The material flapped violently away from the wall and he turned, snapping his magic up to attack only to have something cold and sharp bite into his cheek, missing his eye by less that a centimetre. He could feel a dull warmth trickling down his cheek, the wound numbing from the effect of the poison he knew was coated over the blade.

He snarled, throwing his hand out, a vibrant green spell leaping from his fingers and slamming into his attacker. The muggle man crumpled to the ground, a look of glee forever etched onto his face. He whipped around to face the corner, sending a dark yellow spell soaring towards the man who stepped out.

The moment the man moved Albus knew he was facing someone who had been in more than one battle with a wizard, someone who knew how to react to spells and was used to the feel of magic in the air. Perhaps the fact he was a Mage and not a wizard and therefore didn’t use a wand was the reason he moved slightly slower than he might have, but all he could see was the gun pointed at him and the finger that pulled the trigger.

Pain exploded in his shoulder, a white-hot flare of pain that made him cry out involuntarily. He threw another spell, this one a fiery red that drew a gargled cry of pain from the muggle. He gasped, clutching at the wound in his shoulder, warm blood coating his hand as he stepped forward. He couldn’t stop, not while his charges remained in danger.


Albus groaned as he fluttered open his eyes, wincing at the bright white light that assaulted his sight. He squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to open them.

“Mister Potter?”

The voice was soft and melodious, but it carried the weariness of someone sick of war and the pain it brought about. He opened his eyes a crack and looked at the nurse standing beside him, his mind blurred and fuzzy as pained memories swept over him. “Wh-what happened?”

“The Braxas Academy was attacked by a large group of rogue muggles, sir,” she said politely, even as she began to gather several potions. “It seems you were injured in several fights on your way into a green zone with a group of younger students. By all accounts you collapsed just within the shield raised.”

Albus frowned. He didn’t remember getting to the green zone, though he remembered a few fights, even with the memories sketchy at best. He swallowed, shifting in his bed.

“Ah!” The nurse pressed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back down. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to remain still. Your wounds are still healing.”

He sighed and relaxed against the pillows. “Have my parents been notified?”

“Yes,” she said, glancing up at him as she handed several vials of potion to him to take. “Your father is waiting just outside. I’ll send him in for you.”

He grimaced at the taste of the potion. “Thanks.”

He watched as she filled out something on the chart hanging on the end of his bed before bustling out of the room. He sighed, watching the door with a sort of resigned feeling. The battle at his school had been a long time coming. He’d known it and kept it a secret from his parents, desperate to stay and finish his last year of school. It seemed his plan had been doomed from the start.

The door opened and his father slipped inside, his messy hair even worse than usual, the sides sticking up and out; a sign he’d been worryingly tugging at the dark locks. Eyes a few shades lighter than his tiredly blinked at him, worry and fear still present.

“Albus,” he breathed, walking quickly to the bed.

“Dad,” albus said evenly.

Harry Potter shook his head in disbelief. “You knew this was going to happen didn’t you? And you never even hinted at it!”

Albus flinched, lowering his own emerald eyes to the white sheet draped over him. He plucked at the fabric, biting his lip. Despite all his schooling and all he had learned over the last six years, he still couldn’t find adequate excuses for his parents. He couldn’t lie to them and that was both a blessing and a curse as far as he was concerned.

“I just…” he looked back up, his eyes pleading with his father. “Dad, I knew I had to be there. There aren’t enough Mages at Braxas who can handle the stress of a combat situation. I was trained for that! I knew I could get the kids out safely, I knew that no muggle with their stupid weapons could stop me from completing that task!”

His father frowned at the amount of hatred in his voice. “Albus,” he said slowly. “I know this has instilled a certain amount of fury within you, but you have to stay calm. Your wounds are slowly mending themselves and we can’t allow you to aggravate them more than necessary.” He sighed and dragged a hand over his face. “Look, I know what it feels like to think you have to help, just because you can, and I understand why you chose to keep this from your mother and me. But, Albus, you were injured!”

Albus frowned, shaking his head slightly. His father might understand the need to act, but he couldn’t understand the need to be there himself, to keep his family safe while he protected those he had sworn to protect. But, he had done what he’d sworn to do, so he saw no reason to feel guilty about the past.

He sighed and nodded, even though he was disagreeing silently. “I understand dad, and I’m sorry I worried you and mum. How are James and Lils?”

Harry slumped down into the chair beside his bed. “Fine, fine. Lily got into all her NEWT classes and James passed the tests for the Auror’s. They miss you though. The past two years has been hard on us. All magical traffic was suspended to the Braxas Isles and no one would tell us why. You claimed you were all safe and that we didn’t need to worry.”

Albus winced. “It was because the Muggles on the Islands were getting too violent. We couldn’t risk the general public becoming involved.” He gave his father a pointed look. “Dad, you know as well as I do that no ordinary wizard can fight back against their weapons. There’s a reason so many Mages are being hired into the government nowadays.”

His father scowled. “Perhaps,” he said shortly. Shaking his head, Harry pulled a thick square of folded parchment from inside his jacket. “Your mother organised a transfer for you.”

Albus frowned, taking the parchment and unfolding it. His eyes widened and snapped back up to his father. “Hogwarts?” he narrowed his eyes dangerously. “I’m not trained as a wizard dad, I can’t learn at their level!”

Harry flinched. Albus knew it was a sore spot within his family that his magic was more powerful and at a higher level than them, but he’d trained it to be that way. He wasn’t born powerful, just slightly above average. It was his determination to be a Mage that had lent his magic so much finesse and power.

“I realise that, but with the Braxas Academy closed indefinitely and the muggles of the Braxas Isles in control, we don’t have much choice. You’ll be attending Hogwarts this year. As soon as you’re healed you’ll begin the school year there.”

Albus turned his head away, refusing to look at his father. “I want tutor’s,” he said quietly, the anger simmering in his tone, and the cold chill of danger crept through the room. “I want Mage’s teaching me. I will not jeopardise my education for your peace of mind.”

Harry nodded, uneasy at the power crackling around his youngest son. He knew that just like himself, Albus’ true power was tied into his emotions. And since he’d only recently returned from a war zone, his emotions were understandably frayed.

“The arrangements have already been made with Minerva. You’ll have to attend some of the mandatory classes, but most of your classes will transfer over.” Harry sighed and leaned forward, placing a hand on the tense shoulder of his son. “Albus, I am truly sorry about what happened. I know…I understand that what you may have seen will haunt you, as well as what you were forced to do. If you ever need to talk, please don’t hesitate to call.”

Albus remained silent, his magic settling down around him. He listened as his father stood and walked over to the door, pausing a moment before the door opened and closed softly. Swallowing, he turned onto his side, ignoring the stabs of pain throughout his body. He stared at the white wash wall opposite him and tried to pretend that his father wasn’t right; that what had happened was not and would not bother him. What was done, was done.

But he couldn’t lie so easily to himself. He knew that the gaping hole within himself had been ripped open because of the lives he had so easily and calmly taken, he knew that the cold creeping inside of him was the result of seeing people he had known and loved crumple and die before his eyes.

But what was done cannot be changed. What was done, is done.