The Trouble With Schools Is Albus Potter
A Harry Potter fanfiction written by JinxSaw. Set in the year 2019, Albus Severus Potter has had enough detentions in his two-and-a-bit years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to rival his grandfather and uncles. Headmistress McGonagall has become despairing of the young Potter, and has to bring in his parents for an informal private parents evening. Rated T due to teenage occurrences that Albus takes part in. Please review with constructive criticism.
A note about the current state of things in the Wizarding Word in the year 2019:
Auror Potter and his wife are a predominant celebrity couple in the Wizarding community, although many younger members are unsure of Mrs Potter's connection to the Auror, as, to quote a highly popular Hogwarts sixth year, "he doesn't even watch Quidditch!"
The entireties of the Potter-Weasley clan at Hogwarts effectively have the large majority of students under their thumbs, as they have people in all houses there. The Professors, however, have not completely been taken in by charm, although it is known for Professors Hagrid and Longbottom to assist the Potter's and Wealey's (as well as a few close friends) in apparating to Professor Longbottom's wife's pub in London, known to all wizards as The Leaky Cauldron.
The Auror department at the Ministry have wiped out all remaining Death Eaters and placed them all on reformation courses. Dementors have all been banished to places like the Antarctic, where human beings feel despair anyway.
Chapter One: Summons from Hogwarts
Headmistress McGonagall stood and sighed out the tall window in the study high up in the castle. Stars twinkled in the distance that reminded her of a horrific incident that had taken place a week ago in the Great Hall, and the moon appeared to be laughing at her. She sighed as even the night sky had been ruined for her by that dreadful child.
"Minerva, you don't have to bring in Harry and Ginny," spoke a twinkling voice from somewhere high near her head on the wall. "You know we can deal with him."
"Dumbledore, I know you have been a mentor to me for a long time, but this is now the third year of Albus Potter walking around the castle like he owns it! And I know you and Severus have both tried your best to change him, but that hasn't worked. We have no choice but to bring Ginny and Harry in. Ginny will know what to do, she had Fred and George as brothers, she can handle it."
"If I may, Minerva," interjected Phineas Black from his place on the wall, "it seems as if this school is giving up on a child from our school. We cannot allow that to happen."
"Phineas, I am not giving up on Potter, I am simply saying there needs to be more weighted disciplinary actions taken on the boy. His cousin will be coming here soon, and I do not want Hugo Weasley to also become like him as well. It will be like the Marauders and Fred and George rolled into one… And then doubled!"
There was a laugh from several of the paintings.
"Minerva," said Phineas again, "do not waste your time worrying about Hugo. He has as much magic as a goose and will not be attending Hogwarts."
Minerva McGonagall decided it would be best to ignore this slight on the grandson of one of her dearest friends, and instead reconsider the situation. Albus Severus Potter was a real challenge to her, and it would be nagging her into retirement if she didn't do something about him soon.
"Severus, you've been rather quiet," said Dumbledore. "What say you on the subject of your namesake?"
"I say the child sounds like his grandfather."
"Oh, Severus, do not let these old grudges still impair your view of the living and breathing child who has so much respect for you."
"He only respects me because he's named after me," argued back Severus Snape. The headmistress faded out the sounds of the two portraits bickering, and started to write out a letter.
Auror Potter and Mrs Potter,
Disciplinary action must be taken against your son Albus Severus Potter urgently. We request you attend a private, informal parents evening tomorrow at 8pm.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
*oO0Oo*
When the owl reached the Potter residency ten minutes later, only Ginny was in the house, Harry being away on Auror business.
"Oh, Al," sighed Ginny, biting at her bottom lip as she read the thick sheet of parchment.
"What has Al done, miss?" squeaked Wimmy, the Potter's house elf.
"I don't know yet, Wimmy," replied Ginny. "I'm assuming we will find out tomorrow, however." She stared into the fire and put her feet on a footstall as her house elf hurried off into the kitchen and she waited for her husband.
When Harry finally arrived home, it was to find his wife asleep in an armchair, a small crease in her forehead which showed him she was worried. He woke her in a kiss.
"What's wrong, gorgeous?" he asked her, and she showed him the letter from Hogwarts. He read it, and looked confused. "But, Al's the good one!"
"I know," answered Ginny. "He obviously isn't at school, though. The twins never got any kind of letter like this while they were at Hogwarts."
Wimmy watched from the doorway, upset and scared for her Al. She had looked after him and played Quidditch with him when James had gone to Hogwarts and Lily hadn't wanted to. She had cooked for him when he was ill, which had been a lot. They had been best friends in both of their eyes for his entire childhood. She needed a way to warn him what had happened.
*oO0Oo*
Half an hour later, in the prefects' bathroom at Hogwarts, Albus Potter, the Boy Who Caused Trouble, looked up to see his house elf tapping on the window. Frowning, he levered himself out from the Jacuzzi he was in with three of his best friends: Lorcan, Scorpius and Lysander. He slid over to the window where a mermaid was flicking her hair, and flipped the catch. The young house elf tumbled into the bathroom.
"What's happening, Wimmy?" he asked as she picked herself up off the damp floor, shaking out her ears. She looked up to him, her green eyes strangely similar to his own, and spoke into Albus' ear.
The boys in the hot tub all looked over curiously.
"What's up, Al?" asked the blonde, who was Scorpius. Lysander and Lorcan, twins, began to follow Albus' lead, climbing out of the Jacuzzi and towelling themselves dry. There was a continued moment of silence as the water shut off with a jab from Scorpius' wand.
"Al?" prompted Lorcan, putting on his canary yellow robes that showed him to be Hufflepuff.
The dark haired boy turned to them, his usual mischievous smile on his face, the one which was infamous throughout the school.
"Boys, we need to make me vanish," said Albus Severus Potter.