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To the average London subway goer, the pair sitting next to the door of Blue line car 3 in the middle of the night looked like any other pair of siblings. The oldest was a girl in her late teens, wearing an ill fitting brown bomber jacket over an olive colored pajama set. Her brother was wearing jeans and a red and gold sweater with the letter 'A' emblazoned on it. He was staring straight ahead, his hazel eyes unblinking, his hands were shaking over his lap, and he was whispering under his breath.

The girl put her head on his shoulder, "Al, what's got you so worked up? We haven't done this in years, and you've always had Da or Teddy come with us before."

His hand's ceased their movement as he responded tersely, "I just wanted you."

"That's cool." Remy Potter said quickly, not wanting to add to whatever was stressing her baby brother. Albus's hands resumed their strange pantomime, and she curled up against his firm side, "Well, I'm going to try to get some sleep. Wake me when you're ready to get off."

"People are not supposed to sleep on the subway." He commented, his hand's stilling.

She giggled, which brought a frown to his face, "I know that, but people are supposed to sleep at night. I'm compromising, Albus."

His face relaxed slowly as his mind processed her words. He said, "splendid", before his hands went back to their work.

She smiled, closing her hazel eyes, "Oh, Albus."

Several train stops later, and he stopped his hands again, "Rem, do you think I'm a freak?" His own hazel eyes looked vulnerable.

She sat up, frowning at him, "Of course not."

"Aren't I though?" He said, and began furiously working his hands over his lap.

Remy grabbed his hands in her own, forcing him to look at her, "Al, what happened?"

He stared at their entwined hands, mumbling, "People called me that at Hogwarts yesterday."

"Who?" Remy demanded.

"Just some of Lily's friends." He said dismissively.

"Was she there?" He didn't answer, "She was, wasn't she?" Remy fumed. "I'm going to hex the snot out of that brat."

"She didn't call me a freak." Albus said weakly.

"Did she tell them to stop?" His older sister countered. His silence was all the answer she needed, "She's unbelievable!"

"Don't tell Mum or Da." He said softly.

Remy sighed, forcing herself to calm down, releasing his hands. "Why not?"

His hands sat on his thighs, and he hung his head. "I don't want them to hurt at Lily. It's not her fault I'm not normal, and I shouldn't have shown anger to them for teasing her."

"Teasing her?" Remy wanted to laugh, but knew it would just confuse him, "Al, they were teasing her first?" He nodded, "You protected her?"

"She's my little sister. I'm supposed to do that. Right?" His uncertainty was endearing.

He was always like that though. Albus Severus Potter had Aspergers, but was very high functioning. He would vehemently avoid eye contact, had a lot of trouble picking up social cues, was unflinchingly literal, and even when not in a lab, his hands moved like he was mixing a potion if he was nervous or even just bored. He was a fabulous potion maker, and followed rules strictly.

All of which made him Severus Snape's favorite student.

Remy hugged him, not surprised when he made no move to return the affection, "Yes, Al, you're supposed to protect Lily just like I protect you."

"Because I'm younger." He said, standing.

Remy gazed at her younger brother proudly. He'd come a long way in his sixteen years of life. He was still socially awkward, but he didn't shy away from physical contact or conversation anymore. Sure, he would prefer if people didn't touch him and only talked about potions, but he could manage.

They exited the subway at the stop closest to their home, being briefly detained by one of Remy's fellow seventh years, Grace Aaron. The halfblooded girl had acted like she hadn't ever had any of the three classes she'd shared with Remy over the years, doing the gawky and cliche, "Holy crow! You're Remy Potter." Remy had quickly shaken the girl off, encouraging her to return to her family seated on the far end of the car, and let Albus lead the way home however he wanted.

Their mother was sitting on the porch of Number 12 Grimmauld Place waiting for them when they arrived home two hours later. The relief on her face when she saw them was evident. Miranda Potter wrapped an arm around both of her children, "You've only been home from school for a day and you're already worrying me half to death. Didn't even bother leaving a note. Where have you been?" She tried to sound angry, but it didn't work. She was too glad to see them home safe. Letting Remy go, she embraced Albus more fully.

Their mother was the only person Albus ever returned hugs to, his reasoning being that hearing her heartbeat calmed him. "I did leave a note. It's in my journal."

Miranda and Remy shared similar wry expressions, "Albus, remember when you write a note, you're supposed to put it where your father or I can see it. You two scared me."

"Sorry, Mum. Al woke me up cause he couldn't sleep. We were riding the subway." Remy supplied, walking up the steps in front of her mother and brother.

"Of course you were. Just be glad you're father's working tonight." Miranda said, ushering the two inside, grabbing Remy's arm just inside the door, letting Albus move on back to bed, "Remy, what was wrong with him?"

Remy bumped her mother's hip with her own. "He's fine, Mum. Just a school issue. But we're home for the holidays now, so it doesn't matter. Don't worry about him. He's sixteen now, and James and I always keep an eye out for him."

"I know, Remy. You two are wonderful with him. I've never really worried about him until now. You and James won't be there next year." She sighed, "I guess I'm just finally realizing that you're growing up." Miranda cursed softly, "When did I get so blasted old?"

Remy chortled, slapping a hand over her own mouth when she realized how loud she had been, hoping she hadn't woken her fourteen year old sister or her twin. "Mum, you're about to be ninety. You passed old a long time ago!"

The door opened behind them, and Harry came in with a bright smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I think you're mother looks phenomenal for her age." He kissed his wife, causing Remy to scrunch her nose up.

"Ugh, you two are gross." She teased.

Her father narrowed his eyes at her, "Not that I don't love you or anything, but shouldn't you be in bed?"

Remy rolled her hazel eyes, "Da, I'm eighteen. You can't really set my bedtime anymore. Besides, Albus couldn't sleep so he woke me up to go subway riding. I'm off to bed now!" She kissed both her parents on the cheek before running upstairs.

Harry sighed, the smile falling off his face, "Randa, we need to keep a closer eye on the kids for the next few days. I don't want them going too far away from the house. They aren't to get on the subway again without someone with them."

"Why?" She asked, wrapping herself in his arms.

He kissed her neck softly, breathing in the calming scent that always clung to Miranda's skin, "Two hours ago, the entire Aaron family was murdered on their train home."

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-Jenn