Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Ficlet: Cheer Up
982 words, G rated
Albus comes home miserable from Christmas break in fourth year, and Scorpius wants to cheer him up.
In the video of the new cast, there’s a shot of Samuel doing some stupid gesture with his wand, where it looks like Scorpius is doing an impression of his dad to make Albus laugh. He looks like he’s doing an over-exaggerated Malfoy act. So then I had to write it…
This is my first bit of writing about the new cast! Short, but hopefully sweet.
Y/N once heard Zach and Justin talking about some tapes and when she asked Zach he only brushed her off with a “don’t worry, love, ‘s fine”. Whoever she asked about those tapes either looked confused or told her it’s none of her business. She asked Zach multiple times about them, hoping he would break and tell her anything, so she would finally know what’s going on, but he didn’t. She noticed how tense he got whenever she asked him about them and how he’s changed through the last few weeks. It was taking a tool on Y/N and their relationship, as the girl thought he didn’t trust her and genuinely knew he was hiding something from her. And one day, Y/N decided enough was enough.
“Zach, I’m asking you one last time, what’s going on with these tapes!” they were sitting in his car, heading for his house so he could help her with her biology homework, as he was a year older and amazing at it.
“I’ve told you so many times that you should forget about them and stop worrying,” he replied calmly, though he could sense that Y/N wasn’t going to drop the topic this time.
Was sent home today because of the
flu (it came in like a wrecking ball, I tell you) and when my teacher led me to
the door – telling me “If I take my eyes of you, you would probably try to
sneak back in” – one of my classmates said behind my back “Sick again? Geez, she’s so weak!”.
It’s not like she was very quiet,
and a few others started laughing, so both my teacher and I heard her. I felt
ready to keel over, but I still said, “No, it’s okay” when my teacher wanted to
turn around and call her out on it.
It’s not like I don’t appreciate the
fact that my teacher would stand up for me. It’s just that I literally don’t care if they say stuff like that.
That’s because of something my brother told me long ago.
I’ve always been a bit sickly.
Probably because of my premature birth – being born three months too early
means that lots of things didn’t have a chance to fully grow. Apart from some
other little things, my immune system is much weaker than average, Thus, when I
was little, I literally spent half of my time in different therapies or with
trips to the doctor.
Now, it’s not easy to explain to
little children why their classmate has to go see the doctor so often. So when
I was in kindergarten, my peers often laughed at me or asked question that I
“Why are you always sick? Why do you
limp? Why does the teacher have to help you walk up stairs?”
And then, finally, when I was five
or six and sent home again because of having a fever, one of the children
concluded loudly, “Is she more often sick than us because she’s weaker than
Somehow, that scared me. I was too
young to understand why I was so
different than other children, but I understood that I was. And the thought of being weak, being a burden to others
because of that, really scared the hell out of me.
It’s no wonder I was crying when I
arrived home – my parents were still at work, and I would have to ask my big
brother to tell them I was sick yet again.
And still I was so, so scared that I’m weak and a burden.
My brother almost dropped his plate
of food when he saw me limping into the room, crying loudly and with cheeks red
of fever. “Little sis! What happened?!”
“I’m sick again!” I managed somehow,
hiccupping like crazy. Everything hurt, which made me cry even harder.
“Hey, hey, shhhh, it’s okay,
everything is okay,” lifting me up, my brother placed me on the couch, tucked
me in and went to get everything. By now, it was almost routine between us –
lots of water to drink, a cold wet cloth against my fevered skin, and some
movies to watch so I wouldn’t get bored.
But even then, I couldn’t stop
“Does it hurt so much?” My brother
was at a complete loss, dabbing my face with the wet cloth. “Should we go see
“N-No!” I cried even harder – now I
had to go see the doctor again? That made me even weaker, right? “I d-don’t wanna
The dabbing stopped, and my brother
lifted me up gently, tugging me into his lap. He was frowning as he cradled my
face in both hands and asked softly, “Baby girl, who said you’re weak?”
“I’m s-sick so often because I’m too
weak, right? The others said so…”
“Well, the others are fucking
That shut me up pretty quickly and I
sniffled with wide eyes. We had been taught not to swear, and that was the
first time my brother had ever looked angry.
“Now listen here,” my brother adjusted
me so that he could hold me with one arm, the other hand taking up the cloth
again to press it against my heated forehead. “You’re the opposite of weak, okay? You’re a fighter. In fact, baby girl –
you’re fighting right now.”
“I… I am?”
“Sure you are! Did nobody ever tell
you?” Looking around, my brother waved me closer, whispering quietly as if it
was a secret “Being sick is actually being in a fight, you know?”
I was transfixed by that, but I would never have doubted my big brother. I
had spent a long, long time believing that everything he said was true.
“It is! You know, the illness?
That’s actually a tiny, tiny little army of viruses that’s attacking you.
They’re so tiny, you can’t even see them!” He showed me how tiny by pressing
forefinger and thump together, nodding all the while. “And you and your body,
you have to fight this tiny army. And that’s why everything hurts so much –
because you’re taking hits while fighting. But you fight back, and you win, and
then you get better. Every time. You see, little sis, you’re like, a knight! A
brave knight fighting many armies. The others? They’re not that strong. They
couldn’t fight so many armies and still win. So don’t listen to them, alright?”
“Alright,” I agreed solemnly, eyes
falling closed as sleep creeped up on me.
“That’s my brave girl. And now, the
little knight goes to sleep, so that she can fight with new strength later.”
It was the last time that I thought
of myself as weak for being sick so often. From then on, every time I felt bad
– be it because of an average illness or depression – I thought of the whole
thing as a battlethat I have to
fight and win.
The whole thing is not even that
silly. Think about it – especially those who are somehow fighting their own
battles right now. You’re fighting, now or then or in the future. Even though
you’re probably feeling terrible, you don’t give up, but keep on going, keep on
fighting back whatever makes you feel horrible. How is that supposed to be weak? That’s the opposite of weak! It
takes strength and courage to fight. You’re not weak, everyone – you’re super
strong and brave, and amazing in general.
Don’t let anybody tell you you’re
weak when in reality, you’re a fighter.
The night is long over and has made room for a new morning. That’s the first thing, Sportacus realizes, when he opens his eyes with a small yawn. The next fact, catching his attention is that it though isn’t as bright in the airship as it uses to be at this time of day and the next second, he can already hear the raindrops, splashing against the outside of his home. Usually, he’d feel a little disappointed when he understands that the day will be rainy. Probably too rainy for the kids to play outside. But today is different…
His eyes roam Robbie’s relaxed body. The other is still cuddled up close to him and he can feel the steady heaving and sinking of his chest against his hand, still resting on the villain’s back. Robbie’s hands are lightly holding on to the hero’s pajama top, as if he wants to make sure that he isn’t leaving him after all. The damp cloth on his forehead had actually soaked through Sportacus’ top, but it feels warm meanwhile and therefore, he still doesn’t really care…
He can’t help a soft, happy smile, although he can still feel the heat coming from the other’s body, proving that his fever still hasn’t ceased one bit. But at least, Robbie slept peacefully through this part of the night… Sportacus gently starts caressing the villain’s head again, extracting a soft noise from him. It’s a very low humming, almost edging into a purr. The hero’s smile brightens and his heart does a small, happy jump. Robbie simply looks incredibly cute, when he’s sleeping this peacefully and this sound only adds to his appearance. It makes Sportacus wish to be able to watch him sleep like this, every morning, to hold and cuddle him and help him realize that he’s not alone. On the contrary. The hero would do anything for him! But at exactly this thought, Sportacus’ heart grows heavy again, because it reminds him that Robbie isn’t here, because Sportacus told him how he feels about him and he shares these feelings, but because he’s still very sick and needs his care. And this leads straight to the question whether the hero’s care actually will be enough to help Robbie becoming all healthy again. He still doesn’t know what is wrong with him, after all. So he should take him to a doctor, as soon as possible! But…why does his instinct still reject this obviously right decision?
…Maybe…because something about Robbie’s symptoms simply doesn’t seem right? Sportacus is no doctor, of course, but he does now a lot about illnesses, injuries and medicine in general. It was his second favorite class at school, right after health education (and yes, even before P.E., because as much as he loves to move around all the time, it was NOT his favorite class during his time at school). And the way, Robbie has described his hallucinations and how the last one came along with his fever and stomach cramps… It’s just strange… And adding to these doubts comes Robbie’s obvious fear of doctors. What if he’ll only make it worse by taking him to a real physician? And with this very likely also loose his trust again, he managed to build up during the past half a day?
He sighs lowly. He’s used to facing problems and fixing things. But this situation now… He knows that he’s letting this get to him on a level, where it becomes difficult, if not even impossible to remain objective about Robbie’s condition. But how could he NOT feel horrible and scared, himself, when someone he likes so much is involved?! …He never understood… That’s why most of his teachers always told him that he’d never graduate and become a hero. But he did. And then he was send to LazyTown to capture this man and take him back to his people to be punished. But he couldn’t. Because he instantly felt that Robbie is not evil. On the contrary… And now he realized that he…fell in love with him. He’s not sure when exactly, nor how. But…he is sure that this emotion, sparkling in his chest, each time, he does so much as look at Robbie, is love. A love, that goes beyond pure friendship…
“…Oh, Robbie…” he swallows hard and runs his hands through his hair and over his back again, before he places a long, soft kiss on his hair and tries to shift away from him. At once, he’s met by a low but heartbreaking whimper and the grip on his shirt tightens “…Sportacus…” The hero freezes in his move. “…Shush…” he quickly pulls the villain closer again and nuzzles his nose into his hair, murmuring “I’m here. It’s okay…”
“…Hm…” Robbie moves his head, the cloth drops down on the bed and he mumbles once more “…Sportacus?…”
“Yes,” the hero smiles softly, although he knows, the other can’t see it “…Are you awake, Robbie?…”
“…No, I sleeptalk,” grumbles the villain and sighs lowly “Silly question, Sportagoof…”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckles and strokes through the black hair once more “…So… May I get up? I want to prepare some breakfast. You need to eat…”
“It’s your bed. Of course, you can get up,” mumbles Robbie, but without loosening his grip on the other’s top one bit “…But I’m not hungry…”
“But you NEED to eat!” carefully, Sportacus removes the villain’s hands, ignoring the half suppressed whine for the moment, and makes sure that his patient is lying comfortably, propped up by the pillows, then he jumps out of bed and turns to look at him with a serious gaze “ESPECIALLY if you don’t want me to take you to a doctor right away!”
“That’s blackmailing!” Robbie quirks a brow, a light smile tugging at his lips “Should I feel proud now, that you’ve learned something from me?”
“I’m serious, Robbie. This isn’t for joking!” Sportacus crosses his arms “I’m really worried about you!”
“…Yeah, I… I know…” Robbie looks away uneasily, his voice low “…But you’re waisting your time…”
“Why do you keep saying this?! Robbie!” Sportacus kneels back down at the edge of the bed and takes both of the other’s shaking hands in his own, searching his eyes “Don’t you understand that… That I… That you’re incredibly important to me?! Since you are so sick, I feel horrible! I try to figure out how to help you, but for the first time in my life, I feel completely powerless and scared and desperate! Please…” he lets go of Robbie’s left hand to cup his cheek instead, he barely notices his own tears before they start running down his face “…You’re so pale… Robbie, if you know or have any idea what could be wrong with you, you HAVE to tell me! Now!”
Robbie breathes in. He struggles to not lose himself entirely in the touch of the hero. “…You…have to be more careful…” his voice is low and strained. “…What?…”
“…I guess, you’ve lost this during your sleep…” a very weak, wry smile washes over the villain’s lips, when his free, left hand now blindly reaches for something next to him and then holds it up, next to his face and into the hero’s view “…Next time, this might happen, when somebody else is around, who isn’t me and therefore quite surprised, not to say…shocked…”
Sportacus stares at the item in the other’s hand and the next second, he’s sure, he becomes just as pale as Robbie, and his voice threatens to stop working when he now rasps “…You… You already…knew?!…”
“I’m your declared archenemy. Of course, I knew!” he chuckles weakly and shrugs “…It wasn’t THAT hard, actually… Sugar meltdowns, always moving, flipping, jumping around, a magic crystal, living in an airship, this ridiculous hat… And come on, your Icelandic accent! You know, I don’t remember too much about my own birthplace, but there are some stories about your folk, I DO remember hearing from my mother!…” his smile drops a little, and he lowers his hand again. A long pause follows, during which neither of them moves a muscle. “…You’re not…staring at them…” murmurs the hero suddenly weakly. “Why should I?” Robbie blinks puzzled and smiles, lightly confused “I told you, I knew before…”
“Yeah, but… At school, they told us…everybody would stare…”
“Well, I don’t think, staring is very polite,” a nervous chuckle “…Besides… Right now, I’m busy staring into your eyes, am I not?!” He blushes. Sportacus blushes, as well, but more out of joy than embarrassment. He isn’t entirely sure what to make of this, but he feels a great tension falling off of him, of which existence he wasn’t even aware before. “…So… Since you knew… Why haven’t you ever told anybody or used this knowledge against me?…” more absently, he caresses Robbie’s cheek with his thumb, still without breaking their eye contact. “I’m a villain. But not cruel. I…sensed that you had your reasons not to tell anybody… Not even the brats. I…” now Robbie shifts a little uneasy “…What you said yesterday… About me… That I never really wanted you to leave or to get rid of you…was true, I guess… I…” he breaks up and swallows hard. Then he suddenly, gently pushes Sportacus’ hands off, puts his hat in one of them and turns his face away from him, his eyes squeezed shut. “…Robbie?…” puzzled, Sportacus quickly puts his hat on again, covering his slightly pointed ears with it, before he carefully brushes a few strains of hair out of the villain’s face and notices the tears, rolling down his cheeks “Robbie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” The other opens one eye to look at him again “…Why are YOU crying, Sportacare?…”
“Because I’m worried! And…confused and desperate…” Sportacus shrugs helplessly. “…Yeah… Me, too…” Robbie wipes his face and sniffs lowly “…See….When you’re the villain, you’re supposed to cause trouble and keep the hero busy…but not like THIS!…” a weak, strained laugh “You care for me more than anybody else ever did! And this feels so…incredibly wrong on one hand but…even more incredibly good on the other! I… I don’t know, what I’m supposed to DO!” The laugh turns into a sob and he buries his face into his hands. “…Nothing…”
“You don’t have to do ANYTHING, Robbie. Except of accepting my help and…following my suggestions at best, so you can become all healthy again,” the hero’s gentle smile is audible. “B-But…”
“No. No buts,” Sportacus sits down sideways on the bed now and carefully grabs Robbie’s hands again, to pull them away from his face and squeeze them gently “All you REALLY have to do is trust me, Robbie. And…that shouldn’t be that hard, right? I mean…I trust YOU!”
“Of course! I have every reason to! Look, you’ve even kept my secret for all these years! Stop telling yourself, that you don’t deserve my care, trust and love! You do!” Sportacus is talking without really thinking about it before now “Not just because you’re no real villain, but because you’re an amazing person and there isn’t anybody else who makes me feel so happy when he’s smiling for once, not looking so sad and depressed anymore!” He breathes in. Just now, he notices Robbie’s stunned…or rather shocked expression. And then, it hits him what he just said and his face turns dark red “…Oh…”
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this has been a PSA
You ever feel like there are times in this world when the law of attraction is happening without your knowledge and using its pull on things you aren’t trying to focus on?
Since the start of this year, it seems like there’s been a very freaky “slow flood” of what can’t be called anything other than revelation cringe. And every time some fresh hell arrives and pulls off its mask to show me the ugly face it’s been hiding for years, some form of media bursts onscene a moment later to give me a shocking artistic parallel to the story I’m seeing in life. I turn away from the new revelation to catch my breath, try to walk away from what I know for a second, distract myself with some media, and suddenly I’m looking into a real black mirror.
Art has been imitating life for a bit, now, and life keeps pushing some top-notch cringe or shock material in front of me when I’m just getting comfortable.
I know things about some stuff I shouldn’t know that’s kind of hilarious, sad and horrible. I’m also one of many thousands of people lately who are now aware of something awful that had been going on for years that’s a real gut-puncher. I’m part of a few groups who know things that are very tough pills to swallow.
The list of things that make me feel like ignorance is bliss just keeps growing. The Lasagna Cat discoveries were just one hit in a succession of crazy moments witnessing the true form of some gross truths.
And tonight, studying the next CFD entry and seeing who was behind it, their behavior, and understanding all too well what I’m looking at now, it just gets worse. I’m talking early Chris-Chan levels of embarrassing.
Part of me hopes it will stop. The other part, morbidly curious as ever, wants to keep seeing the secret sickness in people who were fronting like they’ve been sane all along. Every revelation is now a new horror story that’s written itself–just adapt it with new names, locations, and certain changes to protect the guilty while still informing the innocent.
I live for this kind of thing in fiction. I don’t expect it in reality.
Who’s next? What kind of crazy “I need a shower to wash the dirt off my BRAIN” revelation is going to come to me next?
“If I became the master of anything, it was this: to be able to look out from the optic of sickness towards healthier concepts and values, and to look down from the fullness and self-assurance of the rich life into the secret work of the instinct of decadence. That was my longest traning, my genuine experience.”
—F. Nietzsche, Ecce Homo, “Why I Am So Wise” §1 (edited excerpt).
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it’s been two months since Reggie and I started dating, two truly beautiful months.
we’ve been best friends since the kindergarten so we practically grew up together, even though our families hated each other for unknown reasons.
because of that, we decided to keep our whole relationship as a secret. so the two of us were happy, at least for a while.
it was Sunday night and as a weirdo that I am, I spent it watching my favorite horror movies. Suddenly, I heard tapping on my window. I hurriedly stood up and grabbed my flashlight.
“Who… who is it?” I stuttered.
“Michael Myers” I heard a familiar voice. It was my beloved significant other, Reginald Mantle.
“Reggie?!” I was upset and creeped out.
“What on earth are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!”
“Now, now, can I come in or not?” He said trough laughter.
I quickly dragged him inside my room, trying not to wake up my parents.
“So? What is so important, Mantle?”
“Look" he sighed
“Will you come to the match tomorrow night?”
“The football match?“ he nodded.
“Reggie… I don’t think we…” “Y/N…”
“My parents will be there!” I halfshouted
“I’m sick of these secrets, Y/N! You are my girlfriend, my soulmate. I would kill for you, I would take you on a journey to heaven and show you to the angels. I care about you more than I care about their reaction.”
he grabbed my hand “please” he whispered
I was truly touched with his words, so I decided to say yes to the match.
“Fine.” I sighed
‘What could possibly go wrong?’ I thought. well, I wasn’t right.
I spent the whole day thinking about the match and my boyfriend. I hoped that my parents won't be there, regardless to the fact that my older brother was in the team too.
unexpectedly my best friend, Veronica approached me
I met Veronica last year and we have been friends since then. Best friends, actually. In attempt to grab my coffee, she realized that I was in fact wearing a Riverdale Bulldogs shirt underneath my denim jacket.
“You are not going to that match, right?”
“I am, actually.”
Even though we were besties, I haven’t told her about my relationship with Reggie.
“You… have some something you wish to tell me?” Crap, she knew me well. She knew I was hiding something.
I shook my head “No, I do not.”
That was a terrible mistake.
It was finally 6:30PM. I grabbed my phone along with my car keys and left the family house.
i was terrified and excited at the same time. The stands were full, this surely was an important match for the Bulldogs. All of a sudden, Veronica appeared in front of me.
“Veronica?” I gasped.
“What… what are you doing here?" "I'm a cheerleader, silly” she laughed.
the situation was getting worse and worse “Are… are my parents here?” I asked the raven haired girl in front of me
“Oh yeah. They are with your brother in the changing room.”
Boom. That was it. It always gets worse.
“Veronica… I have to tell you somet….”
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the annual Riverdale High vs Kingsley High match.” I was cut off by the host.
“Listen, I gotta go. See you later, okay?” She kissed my cheek and ran away to her River Vixens.
I quickly sat on my seat in the stands, waiting for my boyfriend to appear.
I saw my parents, sitting there, without even noticing me. My anxiety hit me.
Suddenly, a strange group of boys in lather jackets sat next to me. I couldn't recognize them, they weren't from our school.
“Hello there, beautiful” One of them spoke, grabbing my shoulder.
“I… I'm not” I was fearful. I tried to pull down his hand
“… and now we welcome the Riverdale Bulldogs and our one and only, River Vixens!”
“I have a boyfriend” I whispered, my voice was shaky.
On spur of moment, the Bulldogs appeared, with my boyfriend in the first row.
“He doesn't have to know, babe” He tried to press his lips against mine.
“No!” I slapped him. That caught my boyfriend's eye.
“Hey!” Reggie said to the guy next to me.
Suddenly, the music stopped.
“What do you think you're doing?”
He was furious. The guy in the lather jacket stood up.
“Reggie…” I tried to calm him down. The whole crowd, including my parents, was staring.
“If you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend, I will murder your ass!"
He said with anger in his voice. Tears started forming in my eyes.
Everybody started clapping and cheering "Reggie?!” I whispered.
“My… OUR parents, we cannot…”
“Shut up, just shut up.”
He sensually kissed me and the clapping became even louder.
I saw my parents, sitting there, laughing and clapping with the rest of the crowd.
I was happy, for the first time in my life, I was actually happy.
I loved Reggie, the way his eyes met mine. He surely was a jealous type, but if you weren't jealous every once in a while, you wouldn't be in love.