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Firstly i would like to thank EVERYONE who reviewed that last chapter. O-M-W! i read it in class while the teacher was out and did this half screaming half chocking sound which attracted A LOT of strange looks! Thank you! :D

Thanks annajmac- to your first review, i say we can be idiots together! How about that? :D To your second, i cant say. Aurora kinda writes herself, I picture her differently in my mind than what comes out on paper. So will there be romance? i can't say. But if you read carry on following the story you will find out. ;) Just saying. HAHAHA. But anyway thanks for your review!

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Secondly, i hope you enjoy the ending ;) . MWAHAHAHAHA. i feel that it is a little evil, but come on! It's fun to write. Either in the next chapter or the chapter after that i will have MR.P's Birthday party. Hint: You will read A LOT of familiar names :D. I already have it planned in my head. hehehe.

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Chapter 13

"James stay still!" I demanded angrily.

He looked at me innocently.

"But don't you think that this one makes me look more heroic?" He asked, puffing out his chest and saluting me.

I shook my head tiredly, "No, it makes you look big-headed."

I grinned, "Great! This one."

I raised my eyebrow quizzically, "You said that about the last twenty poses."

He winked at me, "Not my fault I am so photogenic."

Posing arrogantly again.

I slapped my forehead; he was going to get a good slap in a few minutes.

I turned back to my drawing and started drawing again. He kept his pose for a half an hour, which for him was as easy for him as it was not being vain, so with much difficulty and restrain. I had finished enough to do the rest by myself and enough to let him go.

I stood back looking at what I had done so far and was happy with it. Lily and Mrs. Potter were finished, James was almost finished and I was saving Mr. Potter for last. The only problem was Albus.

We haven't spoken to each other since yesterdays argument. To say things were a little awkward was a huge understatement. We didn't speak, let alone glance, at each other, so tension was in the air. There wasn't really anything to say. He was to proud to apologize or even tell me what is wrong and I was relatively clueless to why he was in a mood.

So him allowing me to draw him was hardly a possibility, besides I was that girl.

James snapped me out of my bitter thoughts.

"So, were you able to capture my beauty?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes, "No, but I did manage to give you an afro and skew teeth."

He dived across the room. Arms and legs flying around everywhere.

"Say it ain't so." He begged, coming up from behind me.

I laughed, "You look fine, not beautiful though."

He peered over my shoulder and smirked, his eyes were shining, "I am glorious."

He sang.

I rolled my eyes, trust him to like-no- love his own picture.

I turned to stare at him but he was staring at the picture as if seeing the sun for the first time.

"Dad is going to love this." He said in awe.

I frowned, "And why would you say that?"

He turned to me and grinned, "Just look me, I am fabulous."

I laughed.

I had an idea, "James?"

He carried on looking at the drawing, 'Yes."

"Mind doing me a little favor?" I asked.

He turned to me and raised his eyebrow, "Sure."

I smiled, "Could you maybe ask Albus if he could come here to be drawn?"

He said nothing for a few minutes. I was a little worried he would say no, I mean it wasn't a hard task. But I just waited, crossing my fingers, I wouldn't have to go ask Albus anything.

"Still not talking to you?" he asked a little sadly.

I shrugged my shoulders, trying to shake of the uneasy feeling I my stomach.

" Doesn't matter. So will you?" I asked giving him the puppy eyes.

He laughed, "Sure." He paused, " And what if he says no?"

I grinned evilly, "You may use whatever means to get him here."

He rubbed his hands together, " This isn't like you, but I like it."

I smiled innocently, "What? The end justifies the means."

He beamed, "I knew you were a prankster at heart."

He hugged me happily.

I swatted him and whispered, " Shh. Or you're going to blow my cover."

I winked at him; he laughed and walked out the room, whistling a happy tune. For Albus's sake I pray that he agrees to come in peacefully.

I smiled and turned to my drawing carrying on with James.

I had just started with the shadowing when my door open showing James and Albus.

I should send him to do things for me more often.

I smiled friendly at Albus, who didn't return one. I let this go, the most important thing right now was getting the picture done.

"You can sit down on the chair or you can do what James did and use it as a thrown." I laughed, remembering how he insisted it was a thrown in the making. I ignored the dark look in Albus's eyes glaring at James and me.

He walked over to the chair and collapsed into the chair looking tired and bored, I looked at him waiting for him to say or do anything.

He saw me stare and raised an eyebrow, "Good enough?"

I nodded, though it was not by a long shot. I wanted to see him smile, to see him laugh or at least see him do something. I wanted the Albus that I knew back and not this grumpy, harsh stranger in front of me. I sighed softly, I could try to make amends later but now it was time to focus, to concentrate.

I put on my best fake smile and started.

It was silent in the room. Albus sat up straight and looked at me the whole time making me a little nervous, James was behind me and doing what I did not know (nor did I want to for that matter). To say things were awkward would be an understatement, you could slice the tension I the room with a sword.

I carried on looking down at my paper, only looking up here and then when I absolutely had to. I was struggling to draw him; he was the hardest in the family. Everything had a bland and dull look to it compared to the real life Albus. I knew I was taking forever and silently prayed that one of them would defuse the tension among us.

No one spoke or laughed and my hand started to shake out of control, I put down my pencil, breathed in and out and looked outside the window.

"Is everything alright?" James asked, I looked at him.

"Yeah just tired that's all." I lied and smiled, even I knew it was sad.

I needed my friend back.

Though it would kill me, I would do it, no matter how awkward or how idiotic it made me look, I was going to make small talk. Even the thought made me grimace.

I turned around and picked up my pencil, "So Albus, what's going on?" I asked with fake enthusiasm.

James slapped his forehead. I ignored him; if he had a better idea then by all means let him share.

I looked at Albus, his face still void of expression, "Nothing much."

I could have slapped my forehead too, better yet his forehead.

I smiled though inside I was raging, "That's cool."

I racked my brain for another topic and chose the first one that came to mind, "The breakfast was lovely this morning, I really enjoyed it."

No one said anything; even I had to admit I sounded like a total idiot.

Silence, that's all there was. Complete, utter silence.

I decided to shut up. No need to make myself look like a complete moron, I sighed and turned back to my drawing.

I looked up more and more frequently, I was sure it looked like my neck had a spasm. I let out I cry of frustration.

Those blasted eyes!

Why couldn't he have normal eyes, I couldn't get them to show the pure passion or get the little sparkle which could always be seen in them and that was frustrating.

I knew what was irritating me so much and I knew I had to put a stop to it, before I strangle him to death. I turned around to James so that my back was to Albus, leaving him unable to see my facial expression.

"James, do mind fetching my pencil, it's in the lounge I think." I asked kindly, looking from him to the door hoping he would get the message.

He nodded, having gotten the message, "Sure, don't miss me while I am away."

I mouthed a 'thank you' to him, not sure if he saw. Once the door was closed, I breathed in and out, I didn't exactly think of this part. I debated about it for a few seconds, I could try and talk to him normally like nothing was wrong or I could just come out with it. I listed the pros and cons until I came up with my decision. Yupp, blunt it is then.

I turned around to face him; he was looking at the wall. Wow, a wall was more interesting than me. Nice.

Best get this finished.

I cleared my throat expecting him to look at me, but no, the wall was winning in the fight for his attention. I sighed, bloody stubborn idiot.

"Albus?" I said my voice shaking.

Nothing.

Now I was mad, I did nothing wrong. I was innocent here and if he was going to be a baby about it fine it's is not my fault. I can only do so much to build a bridge between us and here he was burning down any form of friendship I am trying to save. That was it.

"Albus what's wrong?" I demanded, patience be damned.

He looked at me his face expressionless, "Just leave it." He spat at me.

I crossed my arms. "No." I said stubbornly, my nose in the air.

He glared at me, " Don't be childish. Leave it."

I laughed bitterly, "I am being childish? Says the one that will be angry with a person and not tell them why. Stop sulking and explain."

He shook his head, "I don't need to tell you anything."

"Oh okay, good idea that. Ignore me, hate me, and despise me while you at it, but just make sure you don't tell me why. How about that?" I snapped.

He stood up walking towards the door, he paused before it, "I don't hate you." He said and walked out.

I stared at the door in shook and confusion. His emotions were going to give me whiplash one of these days, I thought bitterly.

It wasn't even less than a few seconds after he left the room when I heard a thunderous bang. I ran out my room, into the passageway and gasped.

Albus was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. The pool getting bigger and bigger, red painting the floor. My heart stopped out of fear. I ran to him and collapsed down on the floor beside him in his blood.

"Albus!" I screamed. Putting his head on my lap, my hands trying to find the injury to try to block it using pressure.

"Move please!" I begged his still and unconscious figure.

Nothing happened, not a stir or a flick of a finger.

That was when my heart and body froze.

I looked around frantically, praying someone would come. But no one was, I was alone.

The blood was coming out faster and faster.

"SOMEONE HELP!" I screamed into the dead silence.

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