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The Life of Albus Potter

Chapter 7: "I'm Not Worth It." "Your Worth Everything."

Over the first week of school, I had grown to enjoy two classes in particular: Transfiguaration, and Potions.

Transfiguration was taught by a man- no, well, a ghost- by the name of Fred Weasley. Let me give you a little info on the class and what had happened... So, apparently, the Professor didn't know that I was in Slytherin. So, it was pretty funny, in a way, actually, when he took roll call.

The Transfiguration teacher was a ghost, looking about around the age of twenty or so. This ghost had color, which I guess is normal, considering the ghosts here have color in them. His hair was spikey, messy, and ginger, and he had hazel eyes. The ghost had freckles, and looked very much like Uncle George, except he had both of his ears.

The spirit was wearing a Weasley sweater. The sweater was a Gryffindor red, and had a golden colored F on the front of it. He wore blue jeans and black high tops. He must be a Weasley...

Anyway, I was sitting next to Scorpius, and Norrie was sitting in the desk next to us, next to a Gryffindor boy by the name of Colin Creevey the second. She glowers at us because the boy kept on asking her questions.

"Roll call. Uh... Gryffindors!" He read off each name in Gryffindor, and each Gryffindor first year student was present.

He moved onto the Slytherins. "Elenore Ebony Goyle?" He asked, curious, most likely looking for a fat girl that looked like her father.

"I'm over here, and I prefer to go by Norrie. Elenore is too... Formal... And midevil..."

Professor Weasley was suprised, to say at the least, when he noticed that Goyle's daughter looked like a completely normal eleven year old girl.

I didn't pay attention until he called, "Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy?"

I really wanted to see his reaction to this...

"Hello." He said, and, again, Professor Weasley looked shocked at his good yet modern manners towards him.

Then he called, "Albus Severus Potter?"

"Hi." I said.

He turned towards me, shock evident on his young face. "Your dad's Harry Potter, right?"

I sighed, tired of this all, and nodded. "My mum is Ginny Weasley, too, if you want to know."

"Wow... The scrawny kid actually lived to have a family! Wait- he... Knocked up my sister?"

"Three times." I said, a smirk on my face.

He shook his head, and muttered, "Great. Wonder what Bill's reaction was..."

After Charms, we had Potions, which was with the Hufflepuff first years. The Postions Master was actually not a master, but the Potions Mistress. Her name was Professor Alice Jackson, and also the Head of Slytherin House.

During our second potions lesson of the year, we were learning how to make A Cure For Boils potion. I was suprisingly excellent at it, and I got it all right on the first try.

Now, Norrie, James, and Fred had those detentions at seven each night of this week. Norrie always arrived back at the common room by nine thirty each night (Scorpius and I stayed up for her), and by Friday, the last day of her detention, she was in tears.

Whenever she returned from detention, she would seem very sad, as if she was reminded of something horrible in her past. But on Friday, she cracked and sobbed into my shirt after everybody went up to bed.

Smirking, Scorpius ventured to the dorm, leaving me with a crying, hormonal girl. I glared at him, but after he left, I realised that I had a little bit of happiness in my heart, since I was alone with her. Even though she was crying...

"What happened?" I asked her, calmly.

She gave a muffled reply, since she was still crying into my shirt. "Fred, James and I were serving detention in the Trophy Room. And... There was an award to the whole Potter-Weasley family for fighting in the war, and for everybody else who helped defeat
Voldemort. They noticed niether of my parents were on the list, and... Called me the spawn of a Death Eater, and... Felt sorry for me, not really sounding sorry at all, because my father is a dumbass, and my mother was a good for nothing freak who died."

I hugged her tightly. "I'll take care of them." I said, more brave then I actually felt.

"No, Al, please don't... Those two can do terrible things. So can my brother- espicaley when those three team up together... It won't end well."

"I don't care! They are hurting you!"

She gave a small, sad laugh, and she looked at me directly in the eyes and wiped away the tears, and said, "I'm not worth it."

She sighed, and got up. "Good night, Al."

She then went up the stairs and into her dormitory.

"Your worth everything." I whispered, even though she couldn't hear me.

I then went up to bed, and fell asleep.


I give my thanks to:

GrandmaBeth

for following the story and stuff.

Thank you for the reviews that I have gotten, and it have a quick question for you all reall quick!

The question is:

WHY DO YOU THINK JAMES TREATS NORRIE LIKE HE DOES?