RP anyone? (Open)

(Nice nice o just wanted to set the scene sooo thank you XD)

(Sounds like Utah omg XD ok I'll work on the starter... I apologize in advance as I have never left the continent of North America so it's probably gonna be off XD)

Caster had actually been looking forward to their next break off of school. His father had written him a letter, stating that his grandparents were not attending any Easter festivities, so he would be welcome home. He'd been so excited, and for a good three days it was all he could talk to Hugo about during their secret meetings, which, yes, they still had. They decided not to let Fred scare them, and, surprisingly, there wasn't any problems coming from him. He was staying quiet, for the most part. So he'd been optimistic, when he followed Pollux out of Hogwarts with his head held high, a strange new confidence coming from him. The first few days were peaceful, not as tense as they usually were. He got to see Scorpius, and spent a lot of time iwht his father, and even just little bit with his mother as well. He actually thought he'd have a decent time, that he could go back to Hogwarts with some fantastic memories.

Of course all good things come to an end. That morning- it was the fourth day of their holiday- Caster had woken up with a fever, so he knew that it was going to be a sucky day. He'd muddled through it, until an owl came, with a letter addressed to his parents,and thats when all hell broke loose. Apparently it was a letter detailing Casters relationship with Hugo, and how they'd become incredibly close, even hinting that there was more going on than just a friendship- which there wasn't. Not that Caster would mind if there was something else going on, but he was fairly sure that Hugo was straight so he just tried to push any of those thoughts away. No need to get his hopes up for something that wouldn't happen, even though the growing crush was difficult to suppress. Anyways. His mother was more angry than his father, and he'd ended up being screamed at four hours, and Caster tried to argue back, and that ended up with plates being thrown at him, and in the end he'd been told to pack his bags, leave and never come back. Apparently it was bad enough to have a Ravenclaw in the family, but it was unacceptable for his mother to have someone who was friends with a one of the golden trios children, and that he talked back. His father seemed to not have much of a problem with it- he was wary, but his opinion was it was Casters choice. He'd given Caster the key to his Gringots bank,and said to give his mother time. And then he was kicked out into the rainy day, still feeling sick and burning up with a fever.

He'd been wandering for a good hour now, and he was soaking wet, his white hair stained pink now from the gash on his forehead, wearing a button up t-shirt and black slacks, tugging along his trunk. His chest was starting to hurt now, tightening up and he knew that he'd have to find a place to sit down. He didn't want to have an asthma attack in the middle of no where, and he saw a house nearby. It was still a good ten minutes away, but he could see it and he thought he could make it if he continued walking. He trudged along in the chilly drizzle, not even realizing who's house it was, just trying to find somewhere he could sit down, away from all the dust being kicked up by the rain. By the time he'd made it to the front porch he could barely breath, feeling like he was breathing through a straw as he knocked on the door, hoping someone was there.

(What if Fred answered the door omg)

Caster didn't expect that he'd knocked on the door of one of Hugo's relatives, and could recognize Rose through the drops on his glasses. He swallowed nervously, about to back away and try to find somewhere else to go to, his breaths coming out in weak wheezes.

He definitely tried to backpedal when he saw Fred, terrified that he'd be kicked out or something, but he actually went off to find Hugo. Another surprise to add to his list for the day. He shifted anxiously, seeing all the heads poke out and the young Malfoy wanted to stumble off and escape all the stairs, but at this point he couldn't breath barely and he doubted that he could make it any further down the streetZ

He felt himself be pulled into a hug, recognizing the others arms quickly. Caster was a huggy person when it came down to it, so he'd hugged- and been hugged by- Hugo plenty of times at this point.

"I-its nothing. I should probably go... I d-didn't know this was a family house," he managed to wheeze as he pulled away, his trunks still at the entrance of the house. His face was looking a little red now, clearly uncomfortable at the fact that he'd managed to find a relatives house.

"N-no, I couldn't a-ask you to let me in," he protested, just as shocked as the rest of them that she actually was telling him to go inside. Yet his protests seem to have fallen onto deaf ears, and he found his inhaler in his hands as he was pulled along into a living room with a nice, warm fire and he was sat down. There he finally used his inhaler, and after a good ten minutes he could actually breath. He rubbed his chest, wincing at the discomfort as he started to fade.

It was throwing him off guard, how the woman was actually using Casters name. He wasn't used to that. The only people who called him by his first name was his family and Hugo, everyone else spat out his last name, like it was poison and that's what he typically had to respond to.

He flinched a little as Hermione worked on his cut. He forced down a small whimper, the sting hurting more than he expected it to. He tried to keep quiet, his tiny body shaking in the after effects of being out in the cold for so long. He clutched the towel that someone had given him- the man hadn't looked him in the eye, and Caster had a sneaking suspicion that the man was George, Fred's father.

Caster glanced around, a little uncomfortable with all the adults in the room as he took off his glasses and cleaned them off so he could actually see, before putting them back on. He looked around the room, noticing the man that was leaning on the wall. He thought that was Ron, if he could remember the names correctly, so that meant the woman in front of her was Hermione. Hugo's parents.

He fidgeted at the question, his features pinching up nervously as he slunk down into the chair that he was forced to sit in.

"N-nothing happened. I-I was just passing through, and th-the dust was aggravating my asthma, s-so I knocked on the first house I saw," he lied quickly, not wanting to throw his mother under the bus, even though she did just throw him out of the house without so much as a second glance. He didn't look at Hermione as he said this, always having been a terrible lier.
(Girl you up late XD)

(Oh dear! I'm sorry, I hope you feel better!)

Caster glanced up, looking almost sheepish as he did so. He fixed his glasses, shifting anxiously as he looked at Hermione. He pulled his hair into a mini pony tail, trying to keep it out of his face. He still didn't feel well, no doubt he had a fever still since he hadn't gotten a chance to let himself rest so it would break. He opened his mouth, but he didn't get the chance to speak. The dark haired man did, instead, and he slunk even deeper into his chair.

Then Fred came in, and he looked all pale faced and guilty, and Casters stomach dropped at the admission. So it was him who sent the letter. He was the one who ended up causing Caster to get kicked out of his home.

"I-its okay, Fred. " he tried, seeming to accept the boys apology. It wouldn't help him any if he kept a grudge against him, even though the admission clawed at his heart. Did he really hate Caster that much? He felt his chest tightening just a little bit again and he had to use his inhaler.

"My-uh, mother found the letter and she wasn't very.. happy about it," he explained, not really wanting to get into any specifics, but had a feeling that Hermione wouldn't let him go with just that answer.

(The divorce isn't canon but I added it in as a kind of explanation of Fred's daddy issues XD)

(Oh, yeah, thanks for asking, you're sweet to worry. I only had too much takeaway last night XD)

"Fred? No, he'll be okay I think. His mum has a strong sense of justice and fair play, no matter who it is. She doesn't have the grudge against your family so that's why my mum said that. He'll probably get in exactly as much trouble as he deserves. His mum is very fair." Hugo responded.

At the mention of Caster leaving, Hugo stood too and grabbed the other boy's wrist so he couldn't leave.

"No, don't go. You're not the one causing trouble here, my dad is. Even Fred isn't upset about you staying and my mum is fine with it. Besides, I'm sure my dad will come around. He will if my mum has anything to do with it. Besides, this family needs to learn that you're not evil." Hugo said.

"Hugo's right."

Harry had chimed in from where he was sitting across the room.

"At the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort asked Narcissa Malfoy whether or not I was dead. I was alive when Narcissa checked. She could have told him so and I would have been killed, but she lied and she saved my life. I'm not under any delusions that the Malfoys are not as evil as people think, but unfortunately Ron and his siblings are. I owe your family my life, Caster. You should stay. It will open the eyes of the Weasleys and it might help them move on. But, more than that, we'll know you're safe until you can go home."

Hugo cast a glance over at his uncle and then back over at his friend, trying to gauge how Caster would respond. He really wanted his friend to stay, so he knew he was safe and so he could spend time with the young Malfoy. He didn't want his friend to leave because his dad had made him feel unwelcome, that simply wasn't right.

(Sorry for length)

"Well, I can't imagine your father or your grandparents would have told you. Your grandmother asked me whether your father was alive and inside the castle. She saved my life but she only did so in order to get to your father. She probably couldn't have actually cared less whether I lived or not but what matters to me is how she was willing to try and lie to Voldemort, one of the most skilled legilimens ever, because she loved her son. But I don't believe your father and his parents are overly close, and even if they were Narcissa may fear that if anyone finds out she may be killed by someone whose family supported Voldenort." Harry replied "After all, it was this lie that ultimately led to Voldemort's defeat. Remember, Caster, that nothing I did after that moment matters. It's technically your grandmother who killed Voldemort, not me."

Hugo hadn't heard Harry talk in this much depth about the Battle of Hogwarts in quite some time. He didn't talk about what it had been like to be hit by the avada kadavra curse or about the deaths of his friends. This was surprising for him, hearing his Uncle talk about something like this with a boy who was basically a perfect stranger.

"Wow, Uncle Harry, you never told me this!" Hugo said

"Well, I've got too many stories to tell them all at once, Hugo" Harry responded with a cheeky smile

"Your idiot brother?" joked Fred "No, we don't have Scorpius here, I'm afraid. We just have your twin."

"Fred!" Hugo warned

"Alright, alright, Hugo. I'm just joking obviously. Scorpius got great grades at Hogwarts, I clearly don't actually think he's an idiot." Fred replied, rolling his eyes "Relax"

Hugo looked satisfied at this and it was at this point Caster hurtled into the hallway and the twins began to argue. Fred and Hugo looked on, both looking a little bewildered. It was confusing and a little strange, but at least it was somewhat entertaining.

"Okay, okay, let's stop with the arguing?" Hugo suggested when the twins showed no signs of stopping "Now, Pollux, I'd ask you if you wanted to come inside but I highly doubt it."

"Fred! You left us to carry the luggage into the spare room!"

James Sirius Potter and Albus Severus Potter had appeared on the stairs and were pulling Fred away, clearly a little annoyed about having been left to sort out the heavy trunks upstairs. Fred was still in earshot but it was now just Hugo and Caster at the door

(Hey Rain, no need to leave! If you wanna duplicate I'm totally down for that I don't want you to feel left out it was just that the way this plot was going fits a 1x1 more x I can totally duplicate)

(Are you sure? Xx)

(Yeah, I'm sure, unless you desperately want to start another RP.)

(Edit: hiya sweetclover)