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The Life of Albus Potter

Chapter 8: Brother vs Brother

Either fate hates my guts, or I did something that made karma want to fire back at me. Because of all days...

It had to be today, didn't it?

Maybe the date is needed to help explain what exactly is going on... Today is October thirty first, or, in other words, Halloween.

Also known as the day my grandparents died.

I hated it so much how James got sympathetic, affectionate, and pitiful glances, while all I got were sneers, scowls, and words that stabbed me in the heart a thousand times.

"It was your kind who killed your grandparents...our such a disgrace!" Was one of the nicest things said to me by other people besides Norrie and Scorpius today.

Wow. Society really sucks, doesn't it?

Anyway, today I sat down at the end of the Slytherin table, by the Great Hall doors. That was a mistake, because for some idiotic reason, Minerva McGonagall decided to put the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables next to eachother.

And it just happened that everybody in my family that was in Gryffindor- so, excluding Rose and I- happened to be by me. By the door.

Now my only possible exit was blocked, and I really don't fancy the idea of climbing through a wall or whatever.

"Just ignore them." Scorpius said, as Fred and James threw dirty glances their way.

I had noticed that Norrie was not yet down for breakfast; she was missing her favorite meal of the day. She really likes donuts, and it's a shame she's missing them... They're only out on Saturday mornings.

"Hey, do you guys know where Norrie is?" asked a random girl who I think was a first year.

She had a light brown pixie cut that framed her face really well, and large blue eyes and fair skin. She wore a pair of blue jeans, and a longsleeved shirt that had the logo of the Holly Had Harpies on it.

"And you are?" Scorpius said, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

"My name is Amanda. Amanda Nott, and I'm in your year... Norrie and I hang out sometimes."

Now, this was news to me that Norrie had other friends. Since I really don't pay attention, I just assumed that she was the only girl in Slytherin that was a first year.

"Never mind, I think she's in the dorm..." Amanda said, sensing the uncomfortable look in Scorpius' eyes.

As she got up, and walked away, a piece of crumbled up parchment hit the back of my head of jet black hair.

I picked it up, and I read it. In my brothers familiar scraggly handwriting, it read:

"Snivelius,

I challenge you to a duel tonight in the Trophy Room at midnight. My second is Fred. Whose yours? Crybaby Goyle? Death Eater Spawn Malfoy?

- J.S. Potter."

I stiffly nodded towards him, and I ken that he would actually show up. James never did pass down an opportunity to beat me at something.

He's seemed to forgotten though- one of the Slytheirn traits is being cunning.

It was eleven thirty that night, and still no sign of Norrie. I had told Scor what James challenged me to, and I told him my plan that would make him suffer through weeks of detention.

I had tipped off our Potions Professor, which also happened to be my Head of House, that I had heard a rumor that a duel would be taking place in the Trophy Room at midnight. She had believed me, and I remember it being about twelve thirty in the morning of Novemeber first when she called me to her office.

James was with her, and together she brought us up to McGonagalls office.

Shit.

"I, though, technically wasn't out wandering the halls." I smirked as McGonagall scolded us.

"Yeah- well... You snitched!" James said, glaring at me.

"May I remind you, James, that it was your idea to duel in the first place?" I said, a Slytherin smirk upon my face.

As soon as McGonagall left to Floo our parents over here, I noticed his fists clench up, and I knew that his abnormally big head was going to burst with anger.

"Shut up, snake." He growled.

"Griffindork." I said back in an angry tone.

He retorted with, "Slytherdick."

"Wow," I sarcastically said. "What an awesome come back. I swear you and your big fucking ego..."

"At least I'm not the black sheep of the family. You always have been and always will be, Snivielus." He sneered at me. "What a disgrace you are, being a Slytherin. Do you not know what they did when our parents and aunts and uncles were in school? When that whole battle with You-Know-Who was going on?"

"Coward. Voldemort. Do you know how to pronounce your v's correctly, or do you need to be taught your alphabet, vowels, and consents?" I baby talked him.

"Snake." He sneered.

"Swine." I retorted.

"Your going to go the same way that Goyle's mother had went."

"Well incase you didn't notice, I just happen to be a guy. I don't know about you though I mean, you spend so much time looking in a mirror, I bet you don't even know how to do anything without your reflection in front of you."

He looked as if he was about to punch me, but at that momment when he raised his fists, McGonagall came back in with Mum and Dad.

I think what shocked the three the most was that I just sat there, laid back, chilling, without a care in the world.

"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT PUNCHING YOUR BROTHER!"

"He's provoking me!" He whined.

"I find that hard to believe. Al rarely talks."

"Yeah, well, I hear him all the time talking to his Death Eater friends. Having fun in the dungeon, aren't you?"

I calmly, quietly, yet strongly, and loud enough for the occupants of the room to here, stated:

"Yes, I am enjoying my time. It's nice down there, better than your common room from what I've heard. Obnoxious red and yellow... While ours is a nice green, black, and a silver color."

My parents looked over at me with an expression of shock from hearing me talking.

For hearing me stand up for myself in a way.

"Did Al tell you all? He's in Slytherin!"

I glanced at my parents, and I flicked my hair back just a little bit so my parents could have a little look at my emerald, Slytherin green eyes.

Apparently they were fine with it, and mum and dad said that James was over reacting. McGonagall left her office.

Something about needing prune juice to make sure she goes poop...

TMI.

"You need a haircut, Al." Mum frowned as she looked at me.

My jet black hair now covered up my eyes like normal, and you could only see a very small portion of the bottom of the eyes I had.

"I like it this way. It's easier."

"Not to take care of, it isn't!" Mum scolded me.

"It's easier to block out the world. Nobody can hurt you." I said smally looking down at the floor, suddenly interested in my shoes.

Ginny's Point of View:

Al had gotten talker since last time I had seen him. He slimed out a bit, and looked like his father was back then- a bit scrawny, while his brother was the boy ever second year girl liked for his looks or whatever.

James talked with Harry about brooms and Qudditch and whatever, while I took in the sight of my middle child's hair.

His jet black hair was long, and it covered his beautiful green eyes. I could only see a very small section of them at the bottom of his eyes.

I noticed the clothes he was wearing. Normally, at home, he would wear whatever I put out for him. Apparently he started dressing himself...

He wore black jeans, a black T-Shirt, a black and dark purple hoodie that had it hood up, and a paid of black high tops.

I frowned. "You need a haircut, Al."

"I like it this way. It's easier."

"Not to take care of, it isn't!" I scolded him.

"It's easier to block out the world. Nobody can hurt you." He smally said, looking down at he floor, suddenly interested in his shoes.

James snickered, and sarcastically said, "Because nobody would hurt you. Hurt a little pipsqueak who is so shy that he can't even defend himself. Nope. Not at all."

Harry and I glared at him, while Al say in the chair he was sitting in, his fists clenched.

Now, I have never seen Al angry. He's always so quiet, so I don't think anyone has seen him angry.

But let me tell you this:

The cabinet on the other side of the room burst into flames.

Harry looked me in the eyes. I remembered what Riddle had done at the orphanage- Harry had shown me his memories of that- Riddle had lit a cabinet on fire with accidental magic.

Riddle had said, "I can make people hurt, if I want to."

Al said, so quietly, that it took a lot of strength from me and Harry's ears to hear it:

"I can make people hurt, if I want to."

It scared the hell out of me.