Chapter One
Aboard the Hogwarts Express
"How much longer, James?" Albus asked.
James groaned, for it was the sixth time that his little brother had asked him the very same question. "It's been twelve minutes since you last asked, you git. Use your head."
"Twelve minutes ago, James said it was about another hour, " piped Rosie Weasley, the boys' cousin, "so if you subtract twelve, thirteen now, from sixty and add in the extra stops and decrease in speed, it'll be about-"
"Rose!" James hissed, putting his hand over her mouth. "Shut it!"
Rosie gaped at him, astounded at his lack of respect. "Excuse me?"
"Don't be so touchy, and Albus needs to start using his head, the idiot." He replied.
"Must you be so controlling, James? And did you just call me "touchy"?" she snapped.
Albus, sat quietly, waiting for them to stop. It shouldn't be long, he thought. He recalled the Christmas before last, when James visited home, gloating profusely about being a "brave and mighty Gryffindor". Rosie had glared at him, stating that nowadays, only big-headed morons belonged in Gryffindor (James and Albus's dad had winced at that remark), and that Ravenclaw was far better, for students there actually had brains.
Albus chuckled to himself, thinking of how they had moved their argument outside and started a rather violent snowball war. After a while, the whole family joined in and it turned into one of the best Christmases.
This was normal behavior for both James and Rosie. They constantly bickered. But this was starting to get out of hand.
"Know-it-all!" James roared.
"At least I'm not a moron...LIKE YOU!" Rose screamed.
"Pet!"
"Faggot!"
"You BITCH!" he spat.
"You son of a bitch!" Rosie shrieked, her eyes flashing.
After another ten minutes of yelling and insults, Albus decided that that was enough. "Rose-" he started. "James-" They weren't listening. "Guys- STOP!" But on and on they went. Intervening, he concluded, was no use.
Albus slumped in his seat, watching tree after tree fly past his window. This was the fasted trolley he had ever been on. If it weren't for the deafening shouts and screams, Albus would probably be having fun. I should be excited, he thought, I'm going to Hogwarts for the sake of Scamander! He glowered at them, still in a heated argument.
He turned around and went back to staring out the window. In the distance, Albus saw the faint outline of an enormous structure. As it came into view, he gasped. It was Hogwarts.