A/N: Hehe, another chap. I got lazy. This story definately wont be very long. Roughly...4 or five more chapters left. Or not...depending on my mood. And who knows, sequels are a possibility.

Disclaimer: Look...if there's someone or something here you don't recognise, it's obviously mine :D


Class ended for the day at five, and the students all went to the Great Hall for dinner.

"So how did you enjoy your first day little bro?" James asked, sitting between him and Rose.

"Good, it's really fun," he said and James smiled.

"What's on tomorrow?" James asked

"Umm…I've got flying first…with Professor…" Albus started

"Lonewolf." James interrupted him. "He's the scariest flying teacher ever. Some think of him to be a werewolf, but he's not. He never disappears on full moons, but he's got a scar that goes from the top on his left eye, down his face, over his lips and halfway down his neck. Nobody knows how he got it."

Albus looked scared and James laughed.

"Don't worry…he's not too mean," he said and Albus nodded, looking back at his schedule.

"After flying I have…Herbology, with Professor Foreman," he continued

"She's a babe…but really strict. So, watch out," James commented, and Albus laughed.

"Then we obviously have lunch, and then I have Charms…with Professor Steele, then Astronomy with Professor Dawson. Then Potions, with Professor Gordon" he finished and James nodded.

"Have fun," he said, and Albus raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

Zayven and Teddy walked in, talking about Quidditch. They sat down near James and continued talking.

"Do you play?" James asked Zayven.

"Yeah…I play Seeker, or Beater," he said "Depending on what position needs filling,"

James nodded

"What about you?" he asked

"I'm a sub for now, but I normally play Keeper," he said proudly, and Zayven grinned.

"You gonna try out for the Quidditch team?" Zayven asked Albus but he shook his head vigorously.

"I can't even watch James play…its too dangerous," he shuddered at the thought, and Zayven laughed.

"On the weekend, I'm gonna show you how much fun it is," Zayven said, and Albus nodded hesitantly.

James smiled and watched as Drakul came over, waving briefly.

Albus woke up the next day and went to the Great Hall early, waiting for the rest of his friends. At eight, they came down in small groups and they talked among themselves, and when the bell rang at nine, Rose, Nathala and Albus headed to the grounds for their flying lesson.

Professor Lonewolf stood with a broom at his feet. He called the students towards him and studied them all. Albus and Rose studied him back and saw the scar.

"Raise your hand over your broom, and say 'Up'" he said loudly, and his broom floated up towards his hand.

He leaned back and watched them, smirking as the students struggled to get their brooms up. Once they had all managed to get their brooms in their hands, Professor Lonewolf nodded.

"Now, swing your leg over the broom handle…no Simon…the straw at the end goes behind you…good. Okay, now, what you want to do, is push off from the ground, hover in the air and then tilt your broom down slightly," he said, demonstrating as he talked.

The students follow suit, pushing off, hovering, tilting their brooms and touching back down.

"Now, you have to listen to me, or you'll be banned from your broomsticks until the end of the year." He said seriously, and they all nodded. "We're going to go a lot higher…don't worry, the other class, the seventh years, are having a special lesson on flying, and they've been told to watch you guys."

Rose, Nathala and Albus looked at each other with grins, although Albus' was more scared than excited.

"Push off," Professor Lonewolf said, and they hovered about a foot above the ground. "Now, slightly, lift the tip of your broomstick up, slightly!"

They all climbed higher and higher, until they were level with the Quidditch hoops.

"Don't look down," Professor Lonewolf said as Albus went to look.

Albus smiled and looked at him, instead of being tempted to look down. Professor Lonewolf went up to him and looked him over.

"You're Albus, aren't you? Harry Potter's son?" he asked and Albus nodded. "Does your father still play?"

"One time…I heard him saying to my godfather, Ron, that he stopped playing because of us, he wanted to spend more time with us," Albus said and the professor nodded.

Suddenly Albus jerked forward, and the professor looked confused. Albus screamed, grabbing onto the broom as it jerked backwards and forwards. The professor grabbed the broom, but it wouldn't stop moving.

Albus was thrown from his perch, but he clung onto the broomstick handle, hanging from it. Professor Lonewolf drew a long whistle, and immediately, Zayven and Teddy appeared, but Albus had fallen with a scream. They both dived, trying to reach him in time. He fell on his side, but didn't hit the ground with full force, as Zayven had grabbed him.

Teddy dropped to the ground, crawling under Albus and holding him so Zayven could let go. The other students and Professor Lonewolf had landed, and the professor ran over. Albus had his eyes closed, he was pale and he wasn't moving.

"Zayven, Teddy, get him to the hospital wing. Make sure you get James too." The professor said and Teddy and Zayven nodded,

Teddy picked Albus up and he moaned softly. They ran towards the school, making their way to the infirmary without jostling Albus too much.

"Madame Dawson!" Zayven cried, and the lady tending to one of the other people in the infirmary looked up in surprise.

Madame Dawson was the Astronomy teacher's sister, and was one of the nicer people at Hogwarts.

"Quickly, put him on the bed," she said, finishing up with the other student.

"Teddy…go and get James," Zayven instructed, and Teddy nodded, sprinting away.

"Zayven, what happened?" Madame Dawson asked

"He fell off his broom…well…he was thrown off it. The broom seemed to be cursed…or something," Zayven said "I caught him after her hit the ground…he didn't hit it too hard…"

"Hush now," Madame Dawson said gently

Teddy and James came back in, and they all watched Madame Dawson start checking him over. After a few minutes, she stepped back.

"Is he gonna be okay?" James blurted out.

"He's probably gonna be fine. He shattered his arm when he fell, and he might be a little concussed, but other than that, he should be fine," he assured him and James watched his little brother carefully.

"Why is he so pale?" James asked, not taking his eyes off Albus

"Probably from when he was being thrown off the broom, he must've been scared to death," she said and James nodded. "Keep an eye on him…if he wakes up, come and get me…I need to set his arm,"

Zayven nodded and stared at Albus sadly. The bell rang for lunch, and Rose, Nathala, Drakul, Abethal, Victoire, Dominique and Louis ran in quietly.

"Is he okay?" they mumbled, and James retold the story.

"Hey…Zayven. We got another letter from mum." Drakul told him, and Zayven nodded.

The four siblings walked over to a small table outside the infirmary and read it together.

Dear children

Well done. I am so happy for you. I already gave Zayven a special task, secretly. He was to bewitch the youngest Potter's broom, but catch him so he wouldn't be killed. Please…Drakul and Nathala, do not try this, but I want Zayven and Abethal to start jinxing their things, get them into hospital, but please do not kill them. Once the holidays come around, you will be invited to the Potter's, or to the Weasley's. I will be there, just tell me which venue. You know my intentions, and my hatred to the Potters and especially the Weasley's…do not fail me children.

Your mother

Drakul, Abethal and Nathala stared at Zayven in shock.

"You did that?" they asked and Zayven grinned, nodding.

"Way to go bro," Drakul said, raising his hand to high-five him.

Zayven hit his hand and they both grinned, and then walked back into the infirmary. Albus had his eyes open, and was sitting up.

"Hey…you okay?" Zayven asked casually, and Albus nodded, his hand shaking slightly.

Madame Dawson was setting his arm, and he was wincing slightly.

"You could've caught me a little earlier," Albus joked shakily and they all laughed, Drakul, Abethal and Nathala shooting each other knowing looks.

"Okay…Mr Potter needs his rest. You can come back after classes," Madame Dawson said with a smile.


A/N: Yeah, okay...so obviously these children take after their mother...but who is their mother?? Any guesses? I will like, bury you in cookies if you can guess. Hehehe...poor Albus. I'm gonna ask a quick question - Anyone reading this - Are you on the TLKFAA site???