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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Albus_Severus_Potter/James_Sirius_Potter, Scorpius_Malfoy/Albus_Severus
      Potter
  Character:
      Albus_Severus_Potter, James_Sirius_Potter, Scorpius_Malfoy, Lily_Luna
      Potter, Rose_Weasley, Louis_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Sibling_Incest, Obsession, Domestic_Violence, Alcohol_Abuse/
      Alcoholism, Drug_Use, Depression
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-03 Chapters: 1/? Words: 902
****** One Thousand Winters ******
by CarbonInsolence
Summary
     Albus loves Scorpius. He also loves his brother. He can't have both
     and the day he has to choose between the two is fast approaching.
Notes
     Authors Note: So what I should be doing is updating my other stories
     and not starting a new one but I had sudden inspiration okay so I did
     this instead. I’m actually quite proud of how it turned out so I’m
     glad I did it. I’m not sure what else I’m going to do with this
     story, but I’ll definitely update at some point.
     Warning: Incest (lots of it), angst, alcohol, some more angst. It’s
     just that sort of story.
     Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
See the end of the work for more notes
“What's the difference between love and obsession? Didn't both make you stay up
all night, wandering the streets, a victim of your own imagination, your own
heartbeat? Didn't you fall into both, headfirst into quicksand? Wasn't every
man in love a fool and every woman a slave?
Love was like rain: it turned to ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now
you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated,
obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe.
A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said 'Dear you, goodbye
from me'. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your
whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you."
- Alice Hoffman, The Ice Queen
 
                                      /\
 
The loathing James felt towards Scorpius Malfoy was an all-consuming sort of
loathing. When he was around he was all James could think of. He hated
absolutely everything about him.
James watched as Scorpius exited the train at platform nine and three quarters,
ready for the Christmas holidays. He curled his hands into fists as he took his
brothers hand affectionately and comfortably, as though he knew Albus was all
his and nothing was going to change that.
The next couple of minutes were a blur as he watched Albus laugh at something
Scorpius said and pull him in for a goodbye kiss. They would see each other
again at Christmas when Scorpius came round to the Potter’s house. It was a
chaste kiss and James felt his mother sigh next to him. 
‘They’re so cute,’ she said to his father. ‘They go so well together.’
It made James’ blood boil.
There was a simple reason for James’ loathing of Scorpius. He wanted to be in
his position. He wanted people to think it was normal when he took Albus’
hands. He wanted people to be happy for him when he kissed his brother. He
wanted people to want his relationship with his brother to last for ever. He
wanted people to be happy for them.
He didn’t want Scorpius to be able to touch his brother the way only he should
be able to. He didn’t want Albus to let Scorpius kiss him and hold him, and
fuck him in the same way he let James.
He didn’t want Scorpius to be able to call Albus his boyfriend when he would
only be able to settle for brother.
 
                                      /\
 
‘I don’t want you to see him again,’ James whispers into Albus’ ear.
It’s the dead of night. At this hour everything is silent and it feels like
nothing else in the world exists apart from the two brothers who are lying
naked in the afterglow of sex, curled up, limbs tangled together, in the middle
of a bed that seems slightly too large. The covers are twisted around them, not
really covering anything but neither of them cares. The room’s too warm anyway
and both of them like to be able to run their hand across the others skin and
watch the way the light from the moon, which is reflected of the snow, bathes
the other.
James hears an intake of breath and Albus is silent for a couple of seconds.
‘You can’t ask that James,’ he says quietly. He sounds tired and worn out.
James feels something inside of him drop and for a moment everything stops and
all he can listen to is the silence of the rest of the house.
He presses his lips into Albus’ neck. ‘I can,’ he says. It comes out as a
whine. ‘I can. I want you for myself.’
James is aware of how desperate he sounds but he doesn’t care. He isdesperate.
Albus draws James’ face towards his and presses a light kiss to his lips. ‘You
have me Jamie,’ he whispers. ‘I love you more than I ever should. But you can’t
ask me to stop seeing him. People would suspect us then.’
James holds Albus tighter, flush against his body as though he might be taken
away from him if he lets go even for a second.
‘This is my final year of Hogwarts. I’m not coming back,’ James says. ‘I won’t
be around to make sure… to make sure…’
He trails of and Albus frowns at him. ‘To make sure what?’ he asks running his
thumb across James lips, reassuring him.
James shakes his head. ‘It doesn’t matter.’
‘Of course it does love,’ Albus breaths trailing his fingers down James’
abdomen. Albus can feel the way James has stiffened, like he’s scared of
something. ‘Everything you say matters.’
‘To make sure you don’t fall in love with him.’
Albus’ fingers halt suddenly and James clutches him even tighter.
Please, he wants to say. It kills me when I see you with him, smiling at him
the way you should be smiling at me.
‘It’s always going to be you Jamie,’ Albus murmurs. ‘Just you.’
There’s a part of James that doesn’t believe Albus, but he lets him feather
kisses further and further down his chest anyway. When Albus’ lips reach their
destination James’ eyes roll back and he lets out a little gasp, forgetting all
his worries for just a little while.
It’s Christmas Eve and everything is silent in the Potter household apart from
James soft mews.
It’s snowing outside and a storm is coming.
End Notes
     Authors Note: Any feedback you had I would love. Did you like it? Did
     you hate it? Are there some horrendous grammar/spelling errors that
     I’ve overlooked? (I do that quite often) I’m not sure where I’m going
     with this story so I’m just going to take it one chapter at a time.
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