This fanfic is based off another famous fanfic. It is a fanfic from the Eddsworld community, and while I don't ship the pairing, I can say that in that fic I do ship that pairing. If you've never read it, I highly suggest you check it out. The original was removed, but it still lies here in wattpad under someone else who has adopted it. So if you search up Dear Starboy, and avoid all the alternate endings, you can find the original, which is called Dear Starboy: { Tomtord Neighborhood au, COMPLETE REUPLOAD}

It is resting under @theniceststrawberry , so if you want to read it check it out! The pairing is Scorbus, which is from Harry Potter Second Generation.

Now, without further ado, I present to you, Dear Scorpius

Enjoy! <3

"Albus! The neighbors are here!"

Albus Potter sighed and rolled out of bed. The neighbors would probably be nothing interesting, just another person he'd have to remember to wave at every day. Why people felt the need to announce everything was still unclear to him. In the end, it didn't matter.

Albus Potter was just about your average teen. Average height, addicted to the internet, failing classes, anxiety attacks, oh, and a famous dad.

You know, the usual.

Picking up a dark hoodie from the floor, he put it on, groaning softly as a gust of sharp and cold air came out from the window. Looking outside, he noticed the neighbors moving truck, but in the end decided he didn't care about it. Grabbing his headphones, he pulled then over his ears and turned his playlist on shuffle. A recognizable melody came up, and he started softly singing.

"I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light"

Albus pushed himself off his bed and stretched, softly nodding to the beat as he started singing along, having heard this many times.

"I remember you said don't leave me here alone
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight"

He fiddled with his headphones as the music started to sweep him away, slowly sinking into his bed.

"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down
You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now
Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound"

The words continued, but they did not flow from Albus's lips. Albus turned around, startled at the foreign voice joining in on his small solo. The voice was soft, quiet, melodic, yet those three lines were as clear as day.

A sharp-eyed owl was by the windowsill, perched next to the small plant pot he had, complete with a dying flower. The owl ruffled its feathers and looked at him with their big eyes.

Albus cast a baffled glance around the room before hesitatingly leaning down so he was eye level with the owl. "Did-did you just sing?"

A echoing laugh filled his bland and empty room. Albus wildly looked around, until his eyes made contact with another set, staring right at him. In the house parallel from his were they eyes of a stranger he'd never seen before.

A boy about Albus's age was sprawled cat-like across the window ledge of the house parallel from his. He had light, fluffy blond hair that lightly fell into his eyes, buried by a crown of lilacs resting on top. The flower crown was woven with different flowers, and stems the color of emeralds. He had on a lilac sweater, shrugged over a white button up shirt. To complete the look, silver chains dangled over his neck, and a small assortment of gemstones taking the form of rings and bangles.

Though the style was...odd to say the least, Albus thought it was nothing compared to the boys most striking feature.

The boys eyes.

His eyes looked like liquid silver, but somehow seemed warm at the same time.

The stranger was still laughing his little giggle, and it seemed to be a few minutes before the stranger settled down and smirked at Albus.

"You're really something else, aren't you?" The stranger asked smiling softly.

"H-huh?" Albus stammered, flushing a bit under the strangers intense gaze.

In a laughing tone, the stranger explained his earlier statement. "Owls can't talk, silly. The voice you heard was from non other than yours truly."

"Oh." Albus said, feeling a bit stupid. After a moments pause, he awkwardly cleared his throat. "Well. You have a nice voice."

"You too," at this the stranger paused, his eyes scanning Albus's room before smirking again. "Kittyboy."

"Kittyboy?" Albus asked, perplexed, and a bit offended at the childish nickname.

"You like cats." The stranger pointed at the poster of a cat behind Albus. Albus flushed and quickly tore it down.

"Uhm, y-yeah. Who are you, anyway?"

The stranger grinned and stretched out his arm in a welcoming gesture. "I'm Scorpius. Your new neighbor, friend, possible love interest," here he winked at a speechless Albus, "comrade, pal."

Gaping at the stranger, now adorned with the name of "Scorpius," Albus reached out his hand and reluctantly shook, shocked by the icy cold of Scorpius's palm. Dizzily, he withdraw and slipped his headphones around his neck so he could hear a bit better.

"Scorpius. That's a nice name." Albus stated, trying not to blush under Scorpius's lazy gaze.

"Thank you, and I just realized, you never told me your name kittyboy."

"It's Albus. Albus Potter."

"Nice to formally meet you," Scorpius drawled, swinging his legs over the window ledge. "So tell me, Albus, what do you do in your spare time?"

"What do you mean?" Albus inquired, finding himself unexplainably drawn to the enigmatic mystery called Scorpius Malfoy.

Scorpius let out a little giggle, taking Albus aback. He had never heard a male giggle before, and he would be lying if he said he didn't want to hear it again. "I meant what I said, Albus. What do you like to do in your spare time? Walk around under the moonlight, go to candy shops, rebel, that kind of thing."

"I-I'm not-that is to say...I-I don't socialize much." He felt his face burn, but he felt that he had to get that out there. "I'm not that exciting anyway, so I hope you didn't expect much from me."

Scorpius let out an exaggerated pout and dramatically leaned again the side of his room. "Aw, bugger! You seeemd like the type who'd rebel with me."

"Ha, no." Albus said, grabbing his headphones again. "I don't like doing that kind of stuff, and even if I did, I have to keep my education on track." As soon as those words slipped out of his mouth, he regretted them. Keep my education on track? Who even says that anymore?

Scorpius sniggered as he pressed against the window, draping his arm out. "You literally just thought an owl was singing. I present to you, Albus Potter, the smartest teen in the world!"

"Shut up," Albus laughed, feeling more relaxed than he had in ages. "I didn't know you even existed until literally 5 minutes ago."

Scorpius smiled a Cheshire Cat smile, and opened his mouth to retort, until a male voice was heard, calling him down for dinner. Scorpius's face flickered between emotions, before calling out, "Coming!"

Turning back toward Albus, Scorpius sighed. "That there, that is my magical cue to leave. Talk to you later, kittyboy!"

"Oh, really? Must be because of my amazing conversation skills." Albus bit back sarcastically, expecting Scorpius to shrug his shoulders and dismiss Albus with a small turn of his head like most.

Instead, Scorpius merely turned and smiled at Albus genuinely. "I guess you could say that's one of the reasons." He then walked out, shutting his bedroom door behind him, leaving Albus flustered and confused.

"No promises that I'll stay up!" He called out, feeling a burning need to get the last word in.

"We'll see about that kittyboy!" Came a voice from somewhere in the neighbors household.

Albus was confused. Somehow, this stranger managed to get him to socialize, which really was an amazing feat by itself, but also see right through him. Even though he had just met Scorpius, he felt as if he'd known him for quite some time. Scorpius had even managed to figure out his "secret" favorite animal. He knew it was a bit obvious, but no one had ever noticed, or even asked before.

Albus shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He wasn't quite sure what this could mean, a new neighbor who seemed quite intent on being his friend, but he was at least sure of one thing:

Things were going to be different now.