Chapter one: The Potter curse

It was a chilly afternoon at Hogwarts. The sun was beginning to set and students were scurrying to the Great Hall for supper. A certain pair of brothers, however, decided to stay behind...

"What?" 4th Year Albus Severus Potter cried out skeptically at his older brother.

"I said, I heard Lil tell her friends about-"

"Skip that part!" Al yelled, flailing his thin arms around as if they were made of paper "Tell me the part about the curse!"

"Oh, yeah," James chuckled before composing himself "Lil heard dad say to mum during the summer about the Potter curse. It affects Potter MEN only so Lily's safe."

"Okay, so what is it?"

"It's this curse where it makes us Potter men all in love with redheads."

Al and James stood there in silence.

"James, do you understand how very RIDICULOUS that sounds?" Al screamed.

"Here me out," James asked and Al crossed his arms, permitting him to go on "Like, centuries ago, when old, dead Voldy's mum wasn't even born, there lived in a little town a young wizard named Aaron Potter. When he was 16, he saw this beautiful girl named Agatha dancing playfully in the town square. She had silvery-blue eyes, freckles annnddd…"

"No." Al said alarmingly.

"Yup, she had long, red hair," James huffed proudly "She was a very gifted witch who had a spunky personality, like mums. Her dance, though unknown to her or anyone else, enchanted old Aaron and he fell in love with her!"

"Stupid Aaron," Al grumbled.

"So, yeah, he pined after her and fell in love with her, married her, had babies and that's how the Potter curse started."

"So," All summed up "You're telling me that all Potter men are, technically, destined to marry redheads?"

"Yup. Look at mum and dad, grandad James and grandmum Lily. Charlus Potter and Dorea Black. Althea Gump and Henry Potter. Iolanthe Peverell and Hardwin Potter. Katheryn Fleamont and Henry Potter. Euphemia Rowle and Fleamont Potter. I looked at it in the library and there's a reeeeaaaallllly long list about the redheads who married Potters."

"But we don't know anyone who's a redhead and isn't family!" Al yelled in frustration.

"I do," James said dreamily, a look Al decided looked very ridiculous on him "Violet Corner."

Just then, Violet passed them, whipping her red hair. She was a Gryffindor in James' year who was known for having a fiery temper and a sharp tongue.

"Oi, Corner!" James called. Violet turned around, glaring at him.

"What do you want, Potter?"

"Want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"

"Sod off, Potter!" she scoffed. James followed her up to the Great Hall, leaving Al alone in a panic.

I don't even like redheads! Well, except mum...and Lil...Not to mention the rest of my family...But other than them, I don't like any other ginger! He thought, frantically graping his black hair. He knew his brother was probably saying rubbish but he felt that, this time, James wasn't lying.

"Oh, screw you, Aaron Potter!" he yelled at the ceiling, grabbing the attention of a small group of Second Years.

"Al!" someone hissed. Al turned around to see his cousin, Victoire, one of the Ravenclaw Prefects.

"10 points off Slytherin for bad language," she reprimanded "And get to the Great Hall, it's nearly supper."

Al nodded and followed the delicious scent of pies, meats and other delicacies with a half-hungry and half-frustrated groan.

He was going to have to deal with this tomorrow-his stomach was beginning to rumble.