James- 7

Albus- 6

Lily- 4

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Recently we were asked if we can extend this story past 50 one-shots, and we're sorry to say we can't, for two reasons.

First, we hardly have any time to write anymore {don't worry, we'll make our weekly posting deadlines ;)} So adding more wouldn't be feasible.

Second, we have the plot planned out. As we hit the later one-shots, you'll see them start to become more serialized, and for reasons you'll soon see, there isn't any room for adding any more one-shots.

But we're only on number 36. We still have 14 more to go, and we hope you all think they're the best ones yet!

Mistakes

"James? Where are you? You asked me to meet you in the living room, but you're not here!" Albus walked around the house, looking for his older brother. James, however, was snickering to himself behind a couch, watching Albus walk all around the main floor of their house.

"James? Where- AHHH!" Suddenly, Albus screamed and James smiled victoriously, knowing that his prank had been successful. He popped out from behind the couch and ran to the scene of the crime- or in this case, prank.

There lay Albus, sprawled on the ground, his nose bent in an odd direction. A boxing glove hung limply from the doorframe, a bucket holding remnants of glue sat on Al's head while the rest of the glue covered his body, and sparkly pink feathers were stuck all over him.

"Haha!" James laughed. His plan had worked.

"JAMES? WHAT WAS THAT?" Ginny yelled, charging down the stairs like an angry bull. She and Harry skidded into the room, surveying the scene in front of them with their mouths open.

"Er, hello," James muttered. This wasn't part of the plan.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Ginny asked, quite loudly.

Harry approached Albus. "Al, are you alright?"

Albus rolled over. "Jabes bwoke by bose," he said thickly.

"Make sure you check for any bleeding later," the Healer said kindly as the Potter family, minus James, exited the St. Mungo's room. They'd healed Albus's nose, although they said there could be some minor bleeding in a patient so young.

"Now, let's go home, so we can yell at James," Ginny whispered to Harry.

"Don't be too hard on him."

"He broke his brother's nose! What, are we going to give him extra dessert for that?"

"I'm sure he was just playing a prank. Maybe he didn't even want it to do what it did," Harry said reasonably.

"Well, we'll see soon enough." The green flames whooshed around the family as they Flooed back to their home.

"Albus, you and Lily go up to your rooms, alright? We'll be up there soon. And if your nose starts bleeding, just send Lily down to get us." Harry instructed. The two kids nodded, perhaps sensing a huge argument about to go down between their parents and James, and they left rather quickly.

Ginny looked at Harry, and Harry nodded. "James! Could you come here, please?" Harry called.

"Coming!"

"No, you better get your butt over here before I come over there!" Ginny yelled. Footsteps sounded, and James appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, a scared look on his face.

"Yes?"

Ginny's nostrils flared. Harry's eyes widened and he took two big steps back. "Yes? That's all you have to say, yes?"

"Er- well-," James started, but he cut himself off as he saw his father shaking his head vigorously behind Ginny. Harry tried to stop James from digging himself into a deeper hole, but James just kept talking. "I was just playing a prank!" He protested. Harry shook his head in despair.

"YOU BROKE ALBUS' NOSE!" Ginny shouted. Her face was red by this point. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING? WHY WOULD YOU HURT YOUR BROTHER, YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD? HE'S YOUR FAMILY! I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU WOULD DO SUCH A THING? I JUST-"

"I just wanted to be like Grandpa James," said a small voice.

Ginny stopped short. "What?" She shook her head, as if she'd misheard.

"I just wanted to be like Grandpa James," said James again.

Ginny softened, looking at Harry. "Oh, Jamie," she said, kneeling down, "Why did you think that breaking Al's nose would make you like Grandpa James?"

"I set up a prank that broke his nose. Dad told us stories of how Grandpa James and his friends pranked people all the time. I just thought… that maybe if I pranked people, then I would be like them. They were all so cool. Everyone liked them. I just… wanted everyone to like me, too."

Harry knelt down next to Ginny and put his hands on James' shoulders. "Your Grandpa James did pull pranks, James, but he never planned them to hurt people. And even if someone did get hurt, it was never intentional."

"Oh." James looked down, and his eyes welled up with tears. "I- I'm sorry! I didn't know! I just- I just thought-" James broke down in Harry's arms, and all Harry and Ginny could do was try and comfort him.

"James, sweetheart, stop crying. We all make mistakes. What matters is that we learn from them in the end. Now, what you did was not okay, but we're not mad at you. We just don't want it to happen again." Ginny spoke soothingly, stroking James' hair away from his face.

"I think you should go apologize to Al," Harry suggested. "And, we're okay with you pulling pranks; we just don't want you to intentionally hurt people. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I do. And I'm sorry." James stood up, wiped his eyes, and started up the stairs. Harry and Ginny stood up as well.

"Oh, James!" Harry said. "I forgot to tell you!"

"Yes, dad?" James asked, turning around.

"Not everyone liked your Grandpa James. In fact, Grandma Lily hated him for quite a while." And with that, Harry winked and said, "Now, go talk to Al."

James grinned.

And the preview for next week: The only people we know who can go on a vacation, only to be even more stressed than before.