A/N: SO sorry for my pitiful lack of updates!! 2 updates in one day for the lovely loyal readers that will still review this, even if they hate me...right?!

Al…not actually looking forward to him. He's written too much! But I'm sure I can warp his character so that you'll be scarred forever—muhahaha!

Anyway…ahem…had to write this differently. If McG makes a guest appearance, she's getting as much stage-time as possible!

Disclaimer: Ninguno de estos personajes son mios. I love you Bendleshnitz!

Albus Potter

Truth

"Potter, please come in." Professor McGonagall has always scared him. He shivers a bit and walks through the door into her office. He doesn't even stop to wonder how she knew he was there.

"What did you do this time?" she asks in a tired voice.

"Professor, you've got to understand, Isabelle and I were just having fun. It wasn't a prank at first, so it wasn't planned, so it was accidental, so I shouldn't get punished!"

She blinks at his logic. "Mr. Potter, let me tell you as story," she says, removing her glasses so she can see into the past without an obstruction.

"Your father, Mr. Harry Potter, was the worst trouble-maker here since your grandfathers--or maybe your uncles, Fred and George Weasley. James Potter, from the Marauders, was the most careless, trouble-making, brave, loyal boy in the world. He never told a lie. Even when he had to protect his friends. He'd always take the blame, and accepted his punishment. The truth was everything to him, as was friendship." She gets a bitter look on her face, but it disappears as she goes on.

"Arthur Weasley is not what you'd call a rash man. He planned everything out, and therefore got in more trouble when his best friend carried out those plans. Mr. Theodore Abbot was a good friend, I imagine, though entirely reckless. The pair of them nearly equaled that of the Marauders on the trouble-making front. Arthur always had carefully detailed plans drawn up, and when they were caught, it was often he who was blamed more heavily.

"Both of your grandfathers had one thing in common—they never lied. Less important was that they were both trouble-making, intelligent Gryffindor boys who grew to have trouble-making, intelligent Gryffindor boys, who grew to have trouble-making, intelligent Gryffindor boys. Mr. Potter, what is the moral of my story?"

"Er—always tell the truth and have trouble-making, intelligent Gryffindor boys?"

McGonagall winced a little. "Yes to the first…maybe to the second."

"C'mon, Professor, you can always use more of us!" Al said with a half-smile.

She allowed a small smile to appear on her lined face. "Mr. Potter, would you like to re-explain what happened with you and Ms. Weasley?"

"Well, ma'am, it really wasn't planned. But, er, it was pretty much my fault—Isabelle was the one who I told to help me. Admittedly, she agreed in a flash, but….Well, don't blame her. She's very sensitive. You can give me detention…" He looked at the floor, but he was proud. He'd live up to his grandfathers' memories.

"No, Potter, your crime wasn't too bad. You will, however, have to…" As she spells out his punishment, he simply smiles on.

Smiling, trouble-making, intelligent Gryffindor boy—that was him!