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Chapter 3: Revenge of Slytherin House

The first years chattered excitedly as they headed down to their first flying lesson.

"I'm hungry," Vince complained.

"We just had breakfast, Vince," Scorpius said in an annoyed tone.

"At least the weather's good," Albus said, "I'd hate it if it were raining."

"Would we even have a flying lesson if it was raining?" Rigel asked. He sounded nervous and was being clumsier than usual.

Albus didn't blame him. He was nervous as well. However, Albus wasn't nervous because he had never ridden a broom, he was nervous because the Slytherins were having their flying lesson with the first year Gryffindors. Even though Albus was on good terms with Rose, he couldn't help but feel his cousin was still wary around him. It annoyed him greatly.

The first years arrived on the lawn area where they were to practice. There were many brooms lined up beside each other.

"Good morning, students," Madam Hooch said, standing in front of the crowd of students, "please step to the left of a broomstick."

Everyone obliged immediately. Albus ended up on the left of Scorpius and to the right of either Eliza or April Blackthorn. Eliza and April were identical twins in Slytherin house. It was impossible to tell them apart.

"Now I want you to put your right hand above the broom and say 'up'," Madam Hooch told them and everyone followed.

"Up!" Albus exclaimed and the broom immediately shot up into his hand. Albus looked beside him and noticed that the same thing happened with Scorpius. Albus watched everyone else just out of amusement as some people were failing awfully.

Tim for example was failing quite epically. The muggle born boy just kept demanding the broom to come up, but it barely moved. Albus couldn't help but grin as he watched the boy's failed attempt.

Rose was also having a bit of trouble, but after a few goes she managed to succeed.

Finally, everyone had their brooms in their hands. Some of them had picked them up in frustration. They were told by Madam Hooch to mount it and she went around fixing everyone's positioning. Albus was holding his right, as was Scorpius.

"My father always made sure I held it right," Scorpius bragged loudly. He continued to boast about how his father taught him amazing tricks on a broom.

"Alright, now that everyone's got the correct hold, when I blow my whistle I want you to push off the ground lightly and hover in the air for a moment. Ready?" Madam Hooch didn't wait for a reply when she blew the whistle. Albus used his toes to push off the ground.

Everyone hovered in the air as Madam Hooch went around again. Once again, Scorpius started to boast about the simplicity of flying. It was greatly starting to amuse Albus at how much his friend wanted to show off his skills on a broomstick.

"Alright, when I blow my whistle again- Mr Potter! Mr Malfoy! Pay attention!" Madam Hooch demanded. Scorpius quickly fell silent and she continued, "Once I blow my whistle I want everyone on the ground." She blew the whistle and some managed to get back to the ground. Other students had a bit of trouble and Madam Hooch went and helped them.

"So easy!" Scorpius said to Albus and looked over and smirked at the Gryffindor's. All the Slytherins had managed to get to the ground, but there were still a couple of Gryffindor's who were having trouble. "Guess the Gryffindorks aren't as amazing at flying as people say they are. They don't look too brave either. Stupid dunderheads."

Many of the Slytherins laughed at Scorpius' comment. Albus gave a small, amused smile. He had to agree with Scorpius, a couple of the Gryffindor's did look a little frightened. However, as Albus' eyes swept along the Gryffindor line, they stopped at Rose. She was looking back at him with an annoyed expression. She had obviously heard Scorpius. Albus' smile quickly faltered.

"Very well it's the end of the lesson everyone. I want you all to go to your next class. Just leave your brooms where they are for the next lot of first years." Madam Hooch said to them. Everyone put their brooms down and walked back inside the castle. Some people were relieved and others were excited about the prospect that they would soon have another flying lesson.

"James!" Albus yelled to his brother when he noticed him in the corridors.

Albus had been thinking about how James tried to apologise to him. After some thought Albus decided he had been a bit of an idiot. Thus, he decided to make amendments.

James turned around when he heard his name called and noticed Albus running to him.

"Look," Albus said, "I know I was a bit of an idiot, but so were you. I think we should both apologise. So I'd just like to say sorry."

James raised an eyebrow at his younger brother. "I don't think I've been an idiot," James said, "But I did hear you were."

"What?" Albus asked in total confusion.

"I heard from Rose that you laughed about how Gryffindor's were all stupid," James said, looking away from his brother, "I don't think we need to talk anymore."

"I was not laughing at Gryffindork stupidity," Of course the word 'Gryffindork' was not helping his case. It had slipped out and he could no longer take it back.

"Gryffindork?" James asked angrily, once again turning to face his brother with a snarl on his face.

Albus was about to protest or defend himself, but he decided not to and instead replied, "Yeah!" Then with that he turned around and stomped off.

"How'd it go with James?" Scorpius asked as Albus trudged back into the Slytherin common rooms. Scorpius was sitting beside the couch, on the floor in front of the fire place with exploding snap cards and making a castle with them.

Albus didn't reply to his friend's question and sat down on the couch and folded his arms. He glared at the fire which flickered around creating warmth in the slightly chilly common room.

"Not good, I gather," Scorpius replied after a moment of silence. Scorpius carefully put a card on top, but as he did, the cards exploded and he swore rather loudly, earning some stares from a few older Slytherins on the other side of the common room.

"He wouldn't accept my apology 'cause Rose told him about what you said at the flying lesson and how I had laughed along or whatever," Albus said.

"Well it was funny," Scorpius said, gathering up his cards, "but she shouldn't have done that."

"Sibling problems, Potter?" Someone suddenly asked. A boy, no older than fourteen at most, jumped onto the couch beside Albus. He was slightly tall for his age and muscular, with shifty eyes and dark hair. "My name's Ethan Flint."

"Ethan, no!" Larry Zabini appeared from behind them.

"What's going on?" Scorpius asked, sharing a puzzled look with Albus.

"I can help you with sibling problems, Potter! I'm a pro," Ethan Flint insisted with a mischievous grin.

"Don't call me Potter," Albus said quickly, "just Albus or Al."

"Well then, Albus or Al, you should call me Ethan and call Larry, Larry," Ethan said and winked at him, "anyway, interested in my help with your brother?"

"Don't listen to him," Larry said quickly, "he can't handle his brother at all! They always end up destroying the house in their fights. There's a good chance you'll take down the whole school."

"Don't listen to Larry the Lacklustre, he makes things boring," Ethan claimed, putting his arm around Albus, "you need me, Ethan the Enjoyable, Ethan the Exciting, Ethan the Entertaining to help you!"

"And how exactly do you propose that?" Scorpius asked. Though he appeared confused, he also seemed rather intrigued with what Ethan would say.

"The plan is simple," Ethan said and before he could continue, Albus jumped in.

"Kill the batman?" Albus suggested with a grin of amusement.

Scorpius, Larry and Ethan all stared at him with utter bewilderment.

"You know? The Joker says 'The plan is simple, we kill the batman!'" Albus attempted his best Joker voice, though didn't do it well. The other three boys still didn't reply, so Albus cleared his throat and said, "never mind."

"So anyway," Ethan said continuing, "The plan is that we spike his drink."

"How do we do that?" Albus asked, interested.

Ethan moved his arm away from around Albus' shoulder and took a vial out of his pocket, "a simple potion which produces boils in uncomfortable places and rather difficult to get rid of."

"How do we get close enough to get it into his drink?" Albus asked.

"So you in?" Ethan asked. Albus nodded his head vigorously and from the corner of his eye, noticed Larry shaking his head in disagreement. "Lovely," Ethan said, his grin becoming wider.

"So, how do we get it into his drink?" Albus asked again.

"Well, there's the only problem I haven't figured out yet," Ethan said, "I would hire someone, but the chances of another Gryffindor actually wanting to put it in is extremely low."

"Then maybe you shouldn't do it," Larry said, "this is a sign!"

"Don't be stupid," Ethan said, not even looking in Larry's general direction and just waved his hand dismissively.

"Could we get a house-elf to do it?" Albus suggested, his thoughts instantly went to Kreacher. Kreacher was their family's house-elf. James was always playing pranks at home annoying Kreacher incredibly and thus he preferred Albus and would rather listen to him.

"I guess we could get a house-elf to do it," Ethan said, pulling his fingers through his hair in thought, "do you know a house-elf that could do that?"

"Kreacher, my family's elf" Albus says, "He prefers me over James and would probably do it if I asked."

"Where is this Kreacher?" Ethan asked, "Wouldn't he have to be at your place? Doesn't that make things a little difficult?"

"For Merlin's sake, Ethan," Larry said rolling his eyes, "It's a house-elf; if one of their masters calls then they'll come. It doesn't matter where they are. Elf magic is different to our magic!"

"And it doesn't matter anyway, sometimes Kreacher's working in the kitchens," Albus said.

"Can't believe you're going through with this," Larry muttered and then walked away. He was still saying something to himself, though now he was too far for any of them to hear.

Ethan sighed as he watched Larry walk off, "a lost cause, that one. Maybe we could go down to the kitchens to see if your elf is there?"

"Where are the kitchens?" Scorpius asked. He had been silent for a while that Albus nearly had forgotten his friend was there. Scorpius had gathered his cards up, but there was still a scorch mark on the floor where the cards had exploded when he had been making the castle.

"I know the way," Ethan said and bounced onto his feet.

"Are we going there now?" Albus asked, also standing up.

"Absolutely!" Ethan replied, "If you want to get back at your brother, we must go!"

Of course Albus had no problem going right now, but what if they looked too guilty and someone got suspicious? Worse yet, what if his brother was down there in his invisibility cloak already and saw the whole thing. He voiced his concerns to Ethan who looked away in thought.

"How do we figure out he doesn't have the cloak on?" Ethan asked, "Is there a spell or anything?"

"A summoning charm?" Scorpius suggested, "Not that I have any idea how to do one."

"Neither," said Ethan, "but I guess we should hope for the best! Come on!"

He ran out of the common room at full speed. Albus and Scorpius shared an uneasy look before deciding to follow him.

"Stop looking so guilty!" Ethan told the two younger boys. He had a spring in his every step and had his head held high as he walked through the corridors.

On the other hand, Scorpius and Albus were walking a few paces behind him. They both appeared nervous and Scorpius was slightly cowering whilst Albus was fiddling with his fingers.

"Here we are!" Ethan said and stopped in front of a portrait of a bowl of fruit.

Albus and Scorpius once again looked at each other. Albus had an eyebrow raised in curiosity and Scorpius looked reluctant to be doing this. They both turned back to see Ethan tickling the pear, which then started laughing. The younger boys' eyes widened in surprise as the pear magically turned into a door knob.

"All aboard!" Ethan said, stepping aside so Albus and Scorpius could enter first.

Albus was fascinated by the kitchen. It appeared as large as the great hall and had a high ceiling. There were pots and pans stacked around the walls and Albus spotted a fireplace down the other end. There were also at least one hundred house-elves bustling around.

"Kreacher!" Albus called out. Immediately, the house-elf appeared from between other ones who had come up to them excitedly. Kreacher bowed deeply saying, "Yes, master Albus?"

"I need a favour," Albus said, trying to choose his words carefully, "I need you to put something into James' drink."

Ethan, at this point, pulled the potion out of his pocket and handed it to Albus to give to Kreacher.

Kreacher bowed again, "anything for Master Albus, though Kreacher does wonder what it is."

"Don't tell anyone about this," Albus said, crouching down and giving the bottle to Kreacher. He then whispered, "It'll do something bad to James. Not really bad, but bad."

"Kreacher doesn't like the oldest Potter boy. Annoying brat, always trying to trip Kreacher for amusement," Kreacher said as he accepted the vial.

"So I can trust you to do it?" Albus asked.

Kreacher bowed yet again, "of course, Kreacher will do his best."

"Lovely," Albus said and stood up. He looked at Ethan and grinned, "Think it'll work?"

Ethan was grinning widely as well, "Indeed it will. That was easy."

"Let's go," Scorpius said, who had his arms full of food. The house-elves had been offering it to him and he had been too polite to decline.

The next morning, Albus made sure to get up early. He was pretty sure his brother would probably go down to breakfast late, but he wanted to make sure.

Albus managed to force Scorpius up as well and the two headed down to the Great Hall together.

"This will be too entertaining," Scorpius said, "he's going to be uncomfortable for weeks!"

"Sweet, sweet revenge," Albus said maliciously. The two of them laughed as they walked through the corridors.

They entered the great hall and sat down. Though it was early, there were others around as well, but it wasn't as crowded.

Albus put bacon and egg on his plates while Scorpius had porridge.

They both sat in silence, waiting intently for James to arrive. Whilst they were waiting, the Great Hall started to get more packed and people who had come down early were leaving. Even though both boys had finished their breakfast, they stayed in their spots waiting for James.

"Has your brother come down yet?" Ethan asked as he arrived. He took a seat next to Albus. Obviously he was also intending on watching as James unknowingly drank the potion.

"Not yet," Albus replied, "but he always wakes up late. He likes to sleep in."

As soon as Albus said that he saw James walk into the Great Hall. He and his friend Dave were side by side, laughing at some joke between them. They went over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. James immediately reached for a drink and Albus hoped that Kreacher was ready.

James took a seat and the three Slytherins (Albus, Scorpius and Ethan) were leaning forward in their seats, eager to see what was going to happen.

As soon as James put the glass down, his happy expression changed to one that displayed his discomfort.

"Yeah!" Ethan exclaimed. The three boys high-fived.

"What happened?" Rigel, who was sitting across from them, asked. However, he was ignored as the other three laughed as James stood up and said something to his friends.

"You think your elf will tell him what you made him do?" Ethan asked, beaming with laughter.

Albus, still laughing, shook his head, "nah! Kreacher's nothing to worry about."

The three of them were still laughing as they watched James walk out of the Great Hall. However, his steps looked very awkward which made them laugh harder.

"I want to teach at Hogwarts," Voldemort said as he was testing his new wand. The potion he had taken earlier in the week had worn off. He now looked like Tom Riddle again with the dark hair and eyes. Sparks shot from his wand as he lazily flicked it around.

Browndragon spluttered, trying to come up with a reply to his statement.

"I know I should be taking it easy," the dark lord continued, "but I am fine."

"My lord, are...are you sure?" It seemed as though Browndragon was having difficulty coming up with a reason for the dark lord to not teach at the school, but nothing came to mind. If Lord Voldemort wanted to do something, he would do it.

"Quite sure, Nigel," Voldemort replied, standing up, "It would be easier to manipulate children when I have a closer eye on them, would it not?"

"How about my lord," Browndragon said, "if you were to take Potter down from the inside and forget about the children?"

"I cannot simply forget the children," Voldemort snapped, "Children are too easily manipulated. However, taking Potter down from the inside? As in become an auror?" He asked curiously. He hated to admit it, but that was a good idea. He could start of as an auror in training and become an auror and gain the trust of Potter and many others in the ministry.

"Well, yes," Browndragon replied, "something like becoming an auror."

So what to do? Voldemort thought. He sat down on the couch and stared at his wand, completely in thought. Then he looked over at Browndragon and asked:

"How good are you with children?"

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