I'm listening to Radioactive, so if there is any angst... Pardon me...

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.

The Life of Albus Potter

Chapter 9: I'll Be Home For Christmas

And so there I sat, at the Slytherin table before going home for the Christmas Holidays. To say that I was excited was a lie; I was actually full of nerves that kept running horrible thoughts through my eleven year old head.

What if they disown me? What if they never talk to me again?

You know, things like that.

I didn't know how Uncle Ron would take it. He'd be a bit pissed at first, maybe, but only towards me. Rose told him that she's in Ravenclaw, and he is proud that she is in a house that shows her brains and how smart she is. Aunt Hermione is as well.

I don't think Rose told them about my situation. I think that that was a good idea. Shouldn't I be the one to tell the family of my House? Yes, I believe that I should.

Norrie, Scorpius, and I walked to the Hogwarts Express Station. The Hogwarts Expres would take us to Platform nine and three quarters, and from there foward our parents or whoever shows up to take us home would take us home. Pretty self explanatory.

The three of us managed to find a compartment down at the Slytherin section of the train, and we put our trunks in the trunk holder above the seats.

"I'll talk to my dad," Scorpius said. "Maybe you can come over Al."

"What am I? Chopped Norrie?" Norrie said, mocking offendence.

"Please. Your over at my place all the time. Your my cousin, and you practically live there."

"You should see my cousins at my grandmas house. We've had to put an expansion on the Burrow, which is my grandparents house, by the way, to fit all of the family. We have to share rooms as well. It's a nightmare in all honesty." I shuddered.

I always hated the rowdiness that was at the Burrow. So, once we get to the Burrow on Christmas Eve, up to Uncle Ron's walk-in closet in his old bedroom I will go. After I'm attacked with hugs by Grandma Molly of course.

Assuming I'm not disowned or something.

"You won't get disowned, Al." Norrie said, rolling her eyes.

"How'd you know I was thinking that?" I curiously asked, because I know I didn't say that though aloud.

"Your eyes. They were full of dread, like you were expecting something to come. I figured that you thought they would disown you. They won't. If anything, I'd be disowned for being friends with a Potter. And being friends with a Malfoy."

"We're forced to be friends, dingbat."

"No we aren't. Your just my friends because I am able to tolerate you some how."

"You two fight like a married couple." I said, smirking at their antics.

"You know, Al, I prefer not to marry my cousin. That's incest." Scorpius said, a look of pure disgust on his face.

"The feeling is mutual. I wouldn't marry him if he was the last guy on Earth because we had a zombie apaculyps." Norrie wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"You look like May Parkington." I laughed.

"I do now?" She mimicked May Parkington.

May Parkington is the daughter of Pansy Parkington and a random muggle, and she is two years above us, so she is a third year. She is in Slytherin, and gives a bunch of people crap.

Not literally. I mean, she doesn't give people pies made of her shit.

God this isn't that movie 'The Help'.

Anyway, she is a real slut if I say so myself.

We arrived at the platform right after we had changed our robes.

Today, I was wearing a pair of black jeans, a black T-shirt, black converse, and a black and green striped hoodie. My hair covered my eyes like usual, and I had to whip it back as I looked for my parents. Once I saw them, of course, it came righ back in front of my eyes.

"Al!" Exclaimed my younger sister, Lily.

I nodded towards her. She clung to me like I was her life support as we got into the car, James snickering at me the whole way. Dad helped James and I load our care into the trunk, and he got behind the wheel. Mum, who was in the passengers seat, and Liky, who was seated next to James and I (she sat in the middle of us) were excited to hear about my year so far. I could tell dad was too, but he had to drive.

I leaned my head against the window, and I closed my eyes. Peace and quiet...

"SO!" James exclaimed.

Seems like I spoke too soon.

"Lily, did you know your brother is in Slytherin?" James smirked at me.

"He is? Huh, I knew at least one of us would get in, but him?"

"'Him' has a name, you know."

Lily looked at me in shock.

"So you can talk."

"No, I juts learned how to, and I learned how to walk as well." I sarcastically mumbled.

"Does Al talk at school, Jamie?" My sister asked my older brother.

"To his two friends."

"Who're they?"

"Scorpius Malfoy and Norrie Goyle." I said, closing my eyes again with a sigh.

"James, don't you like Norrie Goyle?" Dad asked him.

"W-w-what are you talking about?" James blushed.


At home, dad said, "James, in your letter, you said, and I quote: "I fancy this one girl. Her name is Norrie Goyle. She's Albus' friend."

"She doesn't like you, James." I spoke up.

"What? Why?" He asked, confused.

"Does taunting her with Fred ring a bell? You know, insulting her dead mum is low." I growled at him.

"You just like her." James smugly smirked.

"Fuck you, James, fuck you." I said angrily.

"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER! DON'T USE THAT LANGUAGE!" Mum screamed.

I grumbled another curse word under my breath, and as I headed up the stairs to my room, I gave everybody down there the bird. You know, the middle finger.

Slamming the door to my bedroom, I collapsed myself on the bed. My pillow was soon damp with tears. I wiped them away, and I noticed my eyes were red and puffy,

Why was I so angry all of a sudden? Why was somebody coming up the stairs right as I got earphones ready so I can block out the world?

The door to my room opened, and it ended up being Rosie and Hugo.

"Go away. Please." I croaked.

"Albus can talk." Hugo said, shocked. Rose gave me a look that said she still hated me, but she and Hugo left my room, and went over to Lily's room.

I closed the door behind them, and put on my headphones and hooked them up to my IPod.

Music helps me block out the world.

Listening to Radioactive, by Imagine Dragons on full volume, I decided to play the song list that I use when I'm angry or sad.

It included:

Demons, Radioactive, Little Talks, Parsmore songs and a bunch of Pierce the Veil and Black Veil Brides and My Chemical Romance and Sleeping with Sirens songs.

It was on full volume, and I heard footsteps come yo the stairs somehow.

Somebody opened the door to my room. It was Aunt Hermione.

She took out my headphones and placed them down, and she was looking at my playlist. She looked a bit scandalized at some of the songs I had on it.

"You will loose your hearing if you have it too loud."

"I don't care."

"You should." She said, pointedly.

"Well, I don't, so please go away." I grumbled.

I put back on the headphones and listened to music again.

"This is in the apocalypse... I'm waking up I feel it in my bones enough to make my systems go welcome to the new age welcome to the new age to the new age I'm radioactive radioactive!"

The music blared in my ears, and if was very loud. I glanced at the clock. It was about three thirty. With a sigh, I pulled myself up, put my IPod in my jean pocket, and tumbled down the stairs, Radioactive blaring from the beginning of the song.

I sat down on the couch, and my music was loud enough for mum to come over.

"Turn it down. I can hear your music from the kitchen." She said.

I shook my head, and as the song changed, I wandered outside, and I started to walk down the block. I kicked the snow that was on the ground in front of the front door.

I didn't look back.

HARRY'S P.O.V.:

"What's up with him?" Asked Hermione. "He is very moody. I don't like those songs he happens to have on that IPod."

"Why? What does he have on there?" Ginny asked her, cautiously.

"Rock band music. Heavy metal stuff. Screamo. Imagine Dragons, Paramore, Pierce the Veil, Blackveil Brides, My Chemical Romance and Sleeping with Sirens- stuff like that."

Ron looked at me, and I shrugged.

"Going through mood swings, is he?" Ron asked, afraid.

"No, he isn't." James said as he walked in. "Not going through mood swings. I think he's just scared."

"Why on Earth would he be scared?" Ron asked his nephew.

James sighed. "He thinks your gonna hate him, because he got in Slytherin."

Silence. Absolute silence.

"I won't hate him. I never would." Ron mumbled. "He is my godson."

"I knew he would." Hermione said. "Al seems like the type of guy who would."

"What do you mean, Aunt Hermione?" Asked James as he sat next to me and Ron.

"Well... He never really does talk to us, and he seems very sky and cunning. Able to get away and hide somewhere at the Burrow... I think that he might be very ambitious, and he would hurt someone if he must."

"I can make people hurt, if I want to." I muttered under my breath.

"Couldn't Voldemort do that?" asked Ron.

"If he wanted." I said. "Al said this: 'I can make people hurt, if I want to."

Again it was silent.

"I meant... Emotionally. They... They hurt when they see me. I know they do. When they see the black sheep."

Then there was a bust of green in the fireplace, and out popped a girl that I recognized as Goyle's daughter.

"N-Norrie. What are you doing here?" Al stuttered with a blush.

"I had an idea of what you were going to do. Get all pissy at everybody, and say your the black sheep of the family. I told you to stop saying that they'd disown you, Potter. Thanks for listening to me."

"I didn't say that they would."

"But you were thinking it. It's basically the same thing. Except when your talking, your voicing your thoughts aloud. Now. Go and have fun with your family. After breaks we have exams to study for."

"But those are in late May!" Al exclaimed with a groan.

"Exactly. Your lucky I made you and Scorpius study schedules. You two will need it, your guys can't copy my homework forever. Now, I have to go. Remember what I said."

The girl flooed back to wherever she came from.

"Study schedules? She really had to do that?" Al mumbled.


I am trying to make this chapter, like, two thousand words because I can and I wrote the actual chapter last night and I finished it at four thirty this morning.

Stupid nightmares.

Later my readers.