A.P.

A.P. could see Dominique swooning. He had rushed to the front of the classroom, and caught her just in time. He kneeled, cushioning her head in his lap.

"Dominique!" Rose yelled, rushing to the front of the classroom. Professor Lury took out a small vial from her robes, and held it under the unconscious girl's nose.

She roused, and looked with bleary eyes around her and finally focused on A.P. "Why are you touching me, twirp?" she asked, weakly.

"Professor, she needs to go to the hospital wing. I'll take her." Rose said.

"Would you be so kind, Ms. Weasley?"

"Sure, professor."

Scorpius leaned over, offered his hand. Dominique took it with hesitation. "Up you go, Weasley."

"I'm fine, really." Dominique said, as A.P. had to steady her because she looked ready to fall over again.

"Come on, cuz. I'll take you to see Madam Louise." Rose put her hands on her shoulders.

Dominique moaned, holding her head, and allowed herself to be led out of the classroom.

The rest of the class proceeded without incident. They learned how to conjure bandage out of their wands, and the correct procedure for setting bones with magic.

"Now, if someone gets hurt on campus, you send them to Madam Louise. This is only to be used in case of emergencies."

When class was over, A.P. picked up his things to leave. Professor Lury stopped him. She was a kind witch with graying yellow hair tied in a loose bun on the top of her head and glasses.

"You did a good job, today, Potter. I'm glad you had the where withal to catch that Weasley girl. A good wizard is always paying attention."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"That girl is your cousin, am I right?"

"Yes. She's my uncle's daughter."

She nodded. "Well, I hope she's fine. And," she added in an undertone, "I hope a good influence like you can teach her to have some manners."

A.P. stifled a laugh. "Oh believe me, ma'am, we've tried."

"Very well, Potter. Run along."

A.P. finished clearing up his things and walked out of the classroom just in time to see Argus, a stocky boy in his class shove a girl down. He had two guys behind him.

"Hey!" A.P. yelled, rushing over to help the girl up. He grabbed her arm, and felt a jolt of surprise when he noticed her skin was ice cold. She looked up, into his eyes and they were blue-crystal so light he could almost look through them. The irises had a faint glow, like a cat's caught in unexpected light. He hesitated, then continued to help her up.

"You dirty blood-sucking bitch!" The boy was a couple inches shorter than A.P., (A.P. was tall for his age) but much thicker. He had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes with golden freckles in them.

He was pointing a thick finger at the girl. "Don't think some little piece of paper changes anything! Just because they let you into this school doesn't mean you're welcome."

A.P. was still holding onto the girl's arm protectively, and she shrugged it off, brushing the dirt off of her skirt with ease. She turned, to look to see if there was dirt on her butt, and rubbed that off, as well.

"Are you listening to me, bitch? I come from a family of vampire hunters!"

"Hey dude what's your problem?" A.P. cut in. "She hasn't done anything to you. I've heard that chivalry is dead, but three guys pushing a girl down, that's just classless. "

The girl put a hand on A.P.'s shoulder, silencing him. It felt like there was a current of electricity running through it, and he felt himself calm.

"You said you come from a family of vampire hunters?" Her voice was like bells tinkling.

"That's right, bitch, so you better watch your back is what I'm saying."

She looked at him, a small smile praying on her lips. A.P. could see the tips of canines poking out from under her upper lip. She looked at Argus with excitement in her eyes and leaned forward, as if she was sniffing him. "Vampire hunters are my very favorite kind of fresh meat." She said breathily, staring at his neck.

Ugh. A.P. thought. He felt his flesh crawl and resisted the urge to take a step back from her. He could see that Argus and his friends had a similar reaction.

"D-don't fool yourself into thinking you'll ever be a witch! The only thing you'll ever be is a monster! Come on guys, let's go. I think she's got the message."

"Toodles," She said, as they left, wiggling her fingers at them, then crossing her arms and watching them go. She let out a little giggle.

Once they were out of earshot, A.P. leaned over. "Are you ok?" He said, lightly touching her shoulder.

His touch was abruptly smacked off and for the first time, he heard anger enter her voice. "I don't need anyone to defend me, you know. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

He stared into her blue eyes, taken aback, for a moment. He felt like he was looking into the face of a porcelain doll. Then he felt himself relax. "Don't flatter yourself to think it was personal. I would have responded that way to anyone who was getting pushed down." "Well I'm not just anyone, now am I?" She said, glaring at him.

A.P. looked at her incredulously. "Why, because you're a vampire? You're still a person, just like the rest of us."

He saw, for a split second, something vulnerable wiggle up in her expression, and then was just as quickly covered up by a cold mask. Her eyes glowed again.

"Careful," she said, licking her lips. "You smell delicious and I haven't fed in awhile."

A.P. felt repulsion rise up in him again, but shook it off and took a step closer, bending down so his face was inches from hers.

"You know, I bet you're not half as scary as you pretend to be. But fine. Message received. I won't help you again." He turned and walked off, saluting to her over his shoulder as he did so. "Have a nice day!"

A week later, A.P. sat in potions. He wiggled his leg, tapped his pencil on the desk, and overall kept his eyes glued on the clock. Quidditch try-out results were supposed to be placed on the common board outside of the great hall at 4:00, and the clock laid at 3:58.

He was reasonably sure that he had been selected; after all, he had grown up with his father giving him and his siblings lessons on the broomstick. Lily never really took to it but he and his older brother James would pass the quaffle around a lot on their own.

James, who was in his sixth year, had been on the Gryffindor team for years and was trying out for captain this year. A.P. didn't like playing against his own brother, but it couldn't be helped. He had chosen Slytherin.

He hadn't planned on it. He had fully made up his mind on Gryffindor when Rose had been placed in Slytherin. He saw her face so sheet white as she was led off the stage, and stared at him with those big, round green eyes. A.P. couldn't leave her to be in the house by herself, so when it was his turn, he had clamped his eyes shut tight and thought; Slytherin, and the sorting hat had obliged. It had been a scandal for weeks the son of Harry Potter had been placed in Slytherin. He could still see the tight expression on Jame's face; his lips in a thin line, as he shook his head. He had been disappointed to see his only brother go into a house with such a history.

But no matter. A.P. was going to take on Harry's legacy and be seeker for the Slytherins. He would make his family proud.

Finally, the clock struck four o'clock, and class was let out. A.P. went like a jet of lightning to the great hall, where a crowd was gathering around the postings.

He could see the pale, black-haired girl as well and resisted the urge to glare at her. She had tried out for seeker, as well.

"I made it! I made it!" He heard a familiar voice exclaim. His cousin Hugo bounced up and down in front of him, hugging Lily to him. "Lily, I really made it!"

"I'm so proud of you!" She told him.

A.P. and Rose were close, but those two were inseparable.

A.P edged towards the board, and his eyes found the thing he was looking for.

Slytherin Seeker: Ashe Anonte

A.P. stood there, dumbfounded, reading the name over and over and over again. That couldn't be right. He read the rest of the post, scanning for his name.

Slytherin Chaser: Albus Potter

So he had made the team, just not the position he had wanted. He felt himself wilt like an under-watered plant.

"You're disappointed," he heard a tinkly voice next to him say. He looked up to see Ashe staring at him with her big blue eyes.

"Yes." He said, turning and walking away.

He was glum at dinner that night. He sat next to his best friend, Simon. Simon was taller than he was, lanky with dark skin and short hair close to his scalp.

"Aw, man, it'll be alright. Maybe next year you can go out for seeker again."

"I know. I just can't believe I lost to that vampire girl." He set his head on his forearms and stared morosely into a basket of fresh rolls, just waiting to be buttered.

"Come on, man, cheer up. Eat something. This food is delicious." Simon pushed a bowl of creamy tomato soup towards A.P. He reluctantly took a bite, and found that it was tangy and delectable.

A.P. looked around at the table. "Where's Rose?"

Simon shrugged. "Beats me."

A.P. looked over at the pale girl. If only he had flown better…

She looked up, and met his eyes. For a moment he thought he saw in her expression… sympathy? But then her eyes flicked to someone behind him and he felt a tap on his shoulder.

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