A/N: Hello everybody! I'm Sarah.

This is my new story, which will be Albus Potter POV

However even though it is an Albus POV it is the third part of a series I've started some time ago

So first there is 'The Mess' which is Scorpius Malfoy/ Rose Weasley

Then 'Something Wrong' which is James S. Potter / OC

And finally presenting this one!

I hope I meet the expectations of all those who tried the previous stories

For those who haven't read the previous stories, it can be read separately but try the two other stories out!

And never forget to review!

I obviously own nothing

Enjoy!

Sanity

Chapter 1: The 'yes, sure' guys

First of all let me just tell you one little detail. This was not my idea!

So if you expect me to be all excited and enthusiastic about this deal…well forget it.

This thing that has happened is all Fred and James' fault. And just because those two happen to be –by accident I assure you- related to me I am the one who has to put up with their insanity.

Actually I am the one who has to put up with everyone's insanity. Because let's just face it, I, Albus Potter, am the only one who's got a grip over this thing that people call life.

And don't you say I am conceited. Cause I am not. I'm simply being realistic. Something everybody else seems a little too unwilling to do.

So what if my mother says I'm exactly like Uncle-Percy when he was young and stupid? As far as I'm concerned Uncle-Percy is pretty great so I wish everyone would leave him –and me- alone.

So now you're probably expecting me to go ahead and explain what my 'oh so tragic!' problem is, like my brother or my friends would do. Well, no people. You sure got that one wrong.

I have no problems in my life. No regrets either. I just finished university and I am currently working in the Ministry as a Lawyer. I have some rather unfortunate friends, such as Scorpius Malfoy, Matt Jordan and my own personal nightmares Fred Weasley and James Potter.

As for the family status, I am currently single and really wish to remain so. I mean to me there are only three reasons for a man to marry. A) He has gotten the girl pregnant and the little kid needs a surname B) He wants to make sure he has someone to feed him his pills when he's too old to remember which way his mouth is and C) He is totally and utterly nuts.

And I? Well I don't belong in any of those categories. Luckily. So I pass my days peacefully except for those times my family is around.

Like that time a week ago:

"If you keep up this life you'll die alone and the neighbor's dog will find your body some weeks later." My brother said as he sat heavily on my couch together with Fred and Scorp, in my living room, in my apartment. In which they had arrived uninvited. At eleven o'clock p.m.!

And I was wondering why on earth had I never tried to murder the guy in the past seeing as I had lots of chances , when something totally crazy happened.

"He does have a point mate." ...Scorpius begun agreeing with my brainless brother. Scorpius as in my best mate Scorpius. The guy I shared a dorm with for seven years. The one I considered rather smart.

Apparently I was wrong.

"You are kidding, right?" I questioned surprised but really, it didn't look like he was. Kidding I mean.

"Nope. You've been living alone, like a hermit for like forever." That only proves I'm smarter than the rest of them. I get to have one apartment all for myself. I get to do anything I want (which is mostly work and reading and sleeping) with anyone I want (which is me!).

"And you've been glued with Rosie for like forever , but do you see me judging?" I countered forcefully. Ok, truth be told they do make a nice couple and I wouldn't want to say something mean for them but that's what he gets for agreeing with my brother.

"But I love her." My friend Scorpius replied.

"And I love being on my own!" I shouted back at the three of them annoyed.

"But it is not normal." And just like that Fred got to the game as well.

"No, what's not normal is meddling in someone's life when he hasn't asked you to." I know I was being pretty mean to the lot of them, but I just hate everyone judging my way of life.

"We know." It surely doesn't seem so. "But there's no other way." 'Yes! Yes, there is. You can pick up your annoying selves and leave my apartment' I thought back then.

"Fred had an idea." This is bound to be bad, told myself . And was proven right as usual.

"We think you ought to take a vacation." Ahhh…. Those ideas they have.

"You've been working your arse off for the past twenty-four five years. It's time to take a break." Well, not the whole twenty-five of them…I mean when I was a baby…

"Hasn't anyone considered that the reason I work so much is because I like working?" What the hell? Noone?

"Erm…" James said as he turned towards my friends who were shaking their heads. "No." Frantically shaking heads…"Surely not."

"So what is this stupid idea you had huh?" 'Let's just hear it, refuse and go on with our lives' I thought. Too bad life had a different idea.

"Remember how Fred went to Romania to work with Uncle-Charlie?" 'Excuse me? Romania? Uncle-Charlie? DRAGONS?' I felt like shouting.

"Isn't breeding dragons considered a job? I thought you said vacation." I cannot believe their insanity.

"Well, it's more like volunteer work." Well, I don't do volunteer work.

"So if I go there –hypothetically speaking, I assure you- I will be working with bloody dragons in Romania and still not get any money? I mean you should know better than suggest such a thing to me." All three of them looked rather sad at my reaction. Well, as I said they should have known better.

"You need to do something different Al. You must do something good for the world." Like save dragon?

"I am a lawyer, James! I think you must be the only person in this world who thinks saving dragons is more important than saving people." My nuts brother snorted. Yes, you heard correctly, snorted.

"Ok, fine I see how some men compare married life to a nightmare but generally giving people divorces is not considered saving them." That's not all I do!

"Why don't you just mind your own business James? Don't you have a wife to go to? And all of you… haven't you got anything better to do?" They all looked at each other troubled. Yeah, I know…I'm not one of those 'yes, sure' guys that agree with everything one suggests.

"Actually yes, I do have wife to whom I really want to go at the moment but just because you decided to forget you've got a family that doesn't mean we did too." Damn bloody James. He can be a real pain when he wants to. I wonder how can Juls put up with him.

"Fine then dear relatives, no I don't plan on going to a trip so bloody Romania to feed baby dragons. Thanks though." I mimiced a sweet voice and announced.

"Oh, well truth be told we didn't really came here to ask." And that is exactly the moment I begun worrying about my brother's idea. With good reason may I add.

"What?" I snapped.

"Actually we have already enrolled you for the volunteer program and sent a letter to uncle-Charlie." And so I started panicking.

"Well, sent him another letter and write me off the program, cause I'm not going." I tried to clear up. In vain.

"Impossible. Plus you can't really decline the offer cause Scorp here had the idea to communicate with your boss at the Ministry. So we told him about the idea and he said that if you seriously used your Sabbatical to do volunteer work you would surely get the a seat in Wizengamot." See, first thing I hate about Scorp is that he's got a brain. So he can easily trap me with his tricks. Just like he did.

So that is exactly why I am at the moment setting foot to an unknown country under the name Romania.

"You must be the 'unsociable, workaholic, snappy guy' Fred said he was sending us right?" As I turn to see the owner of the voice I come across a strange sight.

In front of me there is a relatively short blond-haired , blue-eyed creature, which – with some imagination- looks like a girl during Halloween.

She (I just hope it is a 'she') is wearing a brown oversized shirt and over it a red leather vest . I can see she's relatively thin cause under her green short skirt she's got thin legs covered in what looks like –wait for it- violet pull-ons with yellow spots.

I mean Merlin!

I am no fashion designer but that looks hideous. And seriously are there no combs in this dragon protection program? Her hair looks like she has just been electrocuted.

I sigh.

"Unfortunately yes."

I have said it time and time again and I will say it once more.

This was so not m idea.