AN: I do not own Harry Potter. All I own is this idea. I do apologize for putting this up later than what I actually wanted.

James Potter age 14

Albus Potter age 13

Lily Potter age 11

Hogwarts

Albus Potter stood in the hall way on the third floor corridor, his eyes were following after his best friend, Bella Wood, he knew he should not stare but he couldn't help it. Bella Wood was in the same year and house as Albus, and she had always been his friend. She wasn't really his best friend, but she was up there on his friends list, but Albus had been thinking about her as more than a friend for the past month now. Whenever he looked at her, he blushed and his heart raced incredibly fast, faster than a snitch's wings beating against your clutch.

"Hey Al," came the voice of James Potter. Albus turned around quickly to see his brother walking up to him.

"Shit James, you tryin to give me a panic attack?" Albus asked, his hand was on his chest, his heart was still racing against his ribcage.

James tuted, as he stood a foot way from Albus."You better watch your language Al, you know how mum is about cussing," James said trying to imitate their dad's voice. Albus shook his head but grinned.

"What do you want James?" Albus asked, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets. It was a Saturday, and Albus was making his way down to the library when he got distracted.

"Oh nothing, just on my way down to the grounds," James answered, he could see the back of Bella Wood and two other girls ahead of them. "So, what are you doing out of the common room?"

"Who am I? ALF?" Albus asked with sarcasm.

"Do you see any other furry little gnome around here?" James asked looking around them. Albus just rolled his eyes.

"Seriously James, what do you want?" Albus asked. "I am not doing your homework again if that is what you're wanting."

"Um no," James replied. "But what I do want to know is why are you looking at Bella Wood?"

Albus blushed before he could respond. "I—I wasn't looking," Albus said, his cheeks were now scarlet red. "Why would I look at Bella? She is just a friend."

Albus spoke the last two sentences more quickly than necessary.

"Yeah right Al," James said, he was grinning now. "The evidence is quite clear on your face."

Albus blushed a deeper red. "It doesn't matter James," Albus told him; he could feel the heat on his cheeks now. James couldn't stop grinning, his brown eyes shined mischievously.

"Oh ho my little brother likes a girl huh?" James said with a laugh. Albus glared at James, who was now laughing, clutching his side. Albus crossed his arms, looking seriously.

"S—sorry," James said after a few minutes, trying to contain his laughter. "Oh I never thought I would see my baby brother wooing over a girl."

"I am not wooing over Bella," Albus said, but on the inside, Albus knew it was true; he just didn't want to give his brother the satisfaction.

"Oh yeah Al of course you're not staring at her, you were just standing there waiting for the grass to grow," James said, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Oh shut up will you?" Albus said.

"Mr. Potter!" said the voice of Hogwarts least favorite teacher, Professor Sewlern. Professor Sewlern was a short plump witch; her hair was mousy brown with a bunch of tight curls. Her voice was low and feminine but there was certain sharpness to it. Both of the boys jumped on the spot at the sound, Albus turned around and there was the teacher. She stood a few feet from then in her pink cardigan and pink hat. Albus gulped, he was pretty sure his brother did too.

"Mr. Potter," she said in her girly pitched voice. Her forever cold eyes stared at James and then at Albus. "Five points from Gryffindor for foul language."

"What foul language Professor?" James asked, Professor Sewlern's eyes darted straight to James.

"I didn't say any—"

"Another five points for arguing," she said quickly, catching the brother's attention. "Now then, move along before I deduct more points. You best better get where you belong."

Albus and James looked at one another and walked passed her down the staircase. They didn't need to be told twice from the teacher.

"How on earth is that woman a teacher?" James asked as they reached the landing.

"No idea," Albus said, agreeing fully with his older brother. "I think every one wants to know that one." Albus walked passed James, walking towards the front doors.

"Listen Al," James said following Albus through the entrance. The sun was out, and the outline of the giant squid could be seen gliding below the lakes cool surface. "If you want some advice on how to—"

"No James," Albus said interrupting James. He looked at James as he continued walking. "I don't like her like that."

James found that hard to believe, he could tell by the way that Albus was just standing there in the hall, looking at her as she walked. He knew that look pretty well. "You sure do make it obvious," James said with a smirk. "Why not just ask her out already. It will save you a lot of trouble in the long run." Albus stopped dead in his tracks, James walked straight passed him, and paused when he didn't see Albus right next to him, he turned around to see Albus just standing there.

"What's up little bro?" James asked and he walked up towards his brother. Albus knew that what his brother was saying was true, he was just afraid on what she would say. Would she reject him? What would happen to their friendship? Albud really didn't want their friendship to suffer just because he fancied her, he still wanted to be her friend even if she said no.

"Would you stop pestering me if I told you that I do like her?" Albus asked.

"Nope," James said without a second thought. That was what Albus had figured.

"Now why would I do that? You are my brother, I have to pick on you every now and then," James said. "It is actually a full time job to be honest. I really should have a raise come to think of it."

Albus punched James in the arm lightly. James, rubbed his shoulder, the playful punch didn't hurt.

"Detention Mr. Potter!" came the girly voice. The air around them felt like it dropped twenty degrees at the sound of the voice. They both looked where the voice came from, and there was professor Sewlern, walking along the grass. How does she bloody do that? Albus thought to himself, as she walked right up to them. She was looking straight at Albus. "Detention my office tonight."

"Professor, he didn't do anything," James said, he was hoping that he looked stronger than how he felt. Professor Sewlern had a toad like appearance; most students suspected that it was an animagus error that transfigured her. But the only problem to that theory was that she was terrible at Transfiguration. She proved that many times over.

"I didn't do anything that was against school rules," Albus said, he didn't even know what he did wrong.

"Oh yes you did Mr. Potter, just now," she said in her girlish feminine voice. Albus still had no clue what she was talking about. The only thing he could think of was talking to James, but that couldn't be it. "I saw you just hit another student. Now violence never solves anything that is my motto."

"But I didn't—"

"Five points from Gryffindor for arguing with a teacher," she said and smiled. Making her toad like appearance much more apparent. Albus glared at her, before looking away.

"But Albus didn't hit anyone," James said, Albus looked at his brother. Was he insane? Did he want to cost Gryffindor another five points?

"Mr. Potter, I saw what I saw, now as for you Mr. Potter," she turned away from James, looking at Albus. "I will see you in my office later, just bring yourself."

"Yes ma'am," he said, his fists clenched, making his knuckles turn white. She turned around with a satisfied smirk.

"She shouldn't be allowed to teach," James said as the Professor walked passed the entrance door. Albus couldn't agree more.

"I can't believe that—that insufferable toad of a hag," Albus said. "Not even the Headmaster would give me detention for that. He wouldn't even deduct one bloody point."

James looked at his brother with a raised eye brow. "Why don't we tell Professor Longbotom?" James asked. "Maybe he—"

"If I go up to see Professor Longbottom then she will win," Albus told him. "No way on Merlin's silver beard will I give her that satisfaction."

"She can't give you detention for something that stupid," James told him. "It wasn't like you actually punched me, everyone does that."

Albus arrived outside the door of Professor Sewlern's office, and he knocked. This was not the first time that Albus Potter had to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, and each time was not a pleasant one either. Much like right now. He dreaded of what was about to come.

"Come in Mr. Potter," said the voice of Professor Sewlern. Albus took a deep breath as he entered the office. The office itself was not that of a Defense Against the Dark Arts office, the walls were pastel white, kitten and bunny rabbit plates hung on the wall behind the teachers desk. The room was full of frilly objects that it was almost intimidating. "Mr. Potter, have a seat." She stood up from behind the desk, and pointed to a small desk off by the side.

Albus sat down, and on the desk was a sheet of parchment, and a deep red quill. She smiled wickedly at him as he looked up at her.

"You will write 'I will not use violence,'" she said, as she sat back down in her fluffy chair.

"Where is the ink?" he asked, noticing that there was no ink well near him.

"Oh you don't need one… this is a… very special quill of mine," she told him.

Albus took the quill and he felt a very strange feeling from it. The quill had a dark quality to it, that Albus was not sure if he trusted it or not.

"How many times?" he asked, not looking at the teacher.

"I'm sorry my dear what was that?" she asked, her tone was too sweet. "You need to look at me when your talking."

"How many times?" he repeated, this time he was looking at her, and what startled Albus the most was how she was grinning at him.

"It until it sinks in," she said, chuckling in her throat.

Albus looked down at the parchment, his hand hesitated over the parchment until he wrote out I will not use violence, and as he wrote, he felt a twinge of pain in his hand. He stopped writing immediately, but he didn't see anything. What he didn't notice was that Professor Sewlern watching his every move. As he wrote, more pain shot through his hand, and on the third line, he watched in horror as the fainted words of 'I will not use violence' were faintly etched in his hand.

"Is there a problem Mr. Potter?" she asked, there was a hint of amusement in her voice. He looked up at her.

"N-no," he said, he didn't want her to see that his hand was tingling and getting uncomfortable. Albus looked back down, the ink was blood red and Albus was suspecting that he knew what this quill was. The highly illegal blood quill. Albus continued writing, the letters etched over themselves into his skin. He held back the urge to cry out; this had to be the most painful experience of his life. At that moment, he would rather break his nose again and break his arm rather than this. Albus was not a crier, even as a baby he didn't cry, and that was what Albus was ready to do. After writing the tenth line, the letters on his hand was redder and deeper.

"Come here Mr. Potter," she said. Albus stood up, putting the quill down, and Albus felt the negative feeling leave him at once. He walked up to her desk, and Professor Sewlern grabbed his hand with her stumpy jeweled fingers, and examined his hand. He winced as she pressed on the fresh wound. "Maybe this will teach you a lesson Mr. Potter. You can bet that the next time I see you will be a lot worse…. It gets worse in time. Now go back to your dormitory."

Albus nodded and he left the office quickly.

James looked at Albus, a bandage was over his hand, and he didn't remember it being there yesterday.

"Hey Al, what happened to your hand?" James asked as Albus took a seat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast.

"Nothing," Albus replied, sliding his bandaged hand under the table, but Albus caught the look that his brother was giving him. "Honestly James, its nothing."

"Whatever you say little brother," James said, going back to eating his breakfast.

The bandage on Albus's hand had not been removed for a week, and James was beginning to feel concerned, because normal scratches would have healed by now. He never saw Albus take off the bandage, not even once. During the week, James noted that Albus never applied direct contact with the bandaged area, and when he did accidentally he would wince. James had never known his brother to act like that. It was Friday morning and James saw Albus was alone, walking along the hall.

"Hey Albus," he said, and Albus spun around to face him.

"Oh hey James," Albus said looking at James, and Albus stuffed his bandaged hand in his pocket. "What's up?"

"Just wanted to check up on you," james said with a shrug, Albus just looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Should it be Lily that you need to check up on?" Albus asked.

"Yeah but—but your my favorite brother," James replied, hoping he sound convincing.

"James you do know that I am your only brother yeah?"

"Ok fine you caught me there, I just wanted to ask why you still have your hand bandaged," James said, nodding his head towards Albus hand that was in his pants pocket.

"It's just a scratch is all," Albus said, taking his hand out of his pocket, letting out a wince as he did so.

"If that is just a scratch, then show me," James said, feeling mature all of a sudden.

"Why can't you just believe me?" Albus asked, his eyes were looking straight at James.

"Just show me your hand Al," James said more seriously. Albus's eyes searched his brother before he sighed deeply and he took off the bandage. James looked at it and saw the words 'I must not use violence' written on the back of Albus's hand. James's eyes widened, the letters were red and angry looking, and the bandage still had blood on it. Fresh blood. A surge of anger rushed through James, he wanted to know how this happened, and above all who. "Who the bloody hell did this Albus?" James asked suddenly without thinking.

"N—no one," Albus said, he was already wishing he didn't show James.

"Bull shit, that is dark magic right there," James said, he was being more forceful than he thought he was being.

"Will you just get off my back about it already?" Albus said, he didn't want to yell but he has feeling annoyed at James was acting.

"Tell me Albus, now," James said his voice was stern. Albus didn't look at James, his gaze was on the wall behind James.

"I got it in detention, there you happy?" Albus said.

"That's rid—," James froze, at first he thought that was the stupidest thing he ever heard. That was until his brain recognized was his brother just told him. "— Professor Sewlern did this?"

Albus didn't respond.

"She is going to wish she never did that," James said in a dangerous tone. Albus eyed James.

AN: I know what a cliff hanger huh? Feel free to comment.