Summary: Little moments that make things worth while. At least, in Al's opinion it was. | a.s.p. x oc.

[ disclaimer; i do not own harry potter. ]

[ albus potter x oc. ]

hi. i usually don't write harry potter that much, as i end up getting writer's block. but anyways, enjoy.


Trouble.

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Hope Nott is nothing but trouble the moment she walks in. It's not because of her name, but because it's her last name.

What kind of person would send their daughter to Hogwarts? Being part of the Black family tree, they could possibly just sent her to Salem? That's a question that Albus Potter wonders as he watches her tap her fingers onto the table. It was like a code of some sort, Albus watches closely as she pauses between each tap. Some were long, and some were short. What on earth could she be saying? And his thoughts are probably spoken, because when she is sorted into Gryffindor in her first year, the students created a wide berth around her.

Although he had never struck a conversation with her, he supposes that Hope Nott is nice. Well, she was when she wasn't being sassy and completely irritated towards everyone, but Albus is still in ally to her. Sure, they had become partners for at least most of their subjects, but he never expected to be friends with her. Especially with her lineage.

It doesn't take Hope that long when she realizes that Rose Weasley and himself are the only ones who are being neutral to her.

''Why is everyone being rude to me?" Hope asks one day, throwing her book down on the table. Albus flinches as a loud THUD! sounds. She narrows her eyes as she looks up and Albus follows her gaze, only to find out that some people were making rude gestures towards them. He quickly turned away.

''It's not because of you,'' Albus says, running his fingers through his hair, only to let it get caught moments later. ''It's your last name.'' He says, rolling his eyes slightly as he untangles his fingers from his inky black hair.

''What's the big deal?" She asks, not quite clearly catching on. Albus sighs, rolling his eyes once more. Can this girl get any more dumber?

''Back ago, the Nott's have a history. Most of them were death eaters.'' He explains carefully, trying not to offend her. But all Hope did was to crinkle her nose.

It's not adorable, Albus tries to tell himself. You can't possibly think that's cute.

''So?" Is all she replies after a moment. Albus just sighs.

''So? Deatheaters were terrible people, they killed and tortured innocent people. I would assume you would know.'' Albus scowls and Hope's eyes darken.

''So you can see why people are a bit careful around you.'' He finally says and watches her for any change in expression.

Hope looks thoughtful for a moment, an expression that Albus had never really seen before, and picks up the book that she had just dropped onto the table.

''My father says there is always something important that is left out in every story,'' Hope finally says, glancing down at the book. ''Most people twists the story and the end, making them seem like a bad guy, never the good. When they have realized what they finally had done, they would try to stop. But it was too late.''

She glances up at Albus, and he is almost breathless at the intensity of them.

''People twist these stories, spreading rumors that are true. But they just don't get it. At the end, they know what they have done and try to redo it. Just like my father,'' She says, her voice thick. ''So when I was born, they named me Hope, because they knew when times were hard, they always had a reminder that hope was still there.''

Ahh, Albus thinks, looking away. That was a kind of parent Theodore Nott was.


hi. sorry it got sucky at the end.