Ok, "Jannie", I have to ask...how can my my characterization of Albus be any different from J.K. Rowling's characterization of him in the epilogue of book 7? If you would have read that chapter, instead of just looking at it like it seems you did, you would be able see that Rowling left us with little of Albus' character, volentarily letting us form his personality with our imagination, instead of sticking to the loosely defined traits that she had given us. I suggest you try to stop sticking to the rules so much, and let there be a little bit more risk in what you read, because if everyone on this site kept up with what Rowling gave us in the books, there would be alot fewer stories, and alot fewer people reading them.

But that's just my opinion.

Disclaimer: I don't own J.K. Rowling's characters. And if I did, the books would have ended up alot worse D so thank her for her horrible grammer yet amazing imagination .

Chapter o3

The feast went just as expected. The Slytherin's ignored me, I was a Potter and a Weasley combined, after all. I should have been as unSlytherinish as it was possible to be. But then again when had I ever actually done what was expected of me. That's what made me so amazing (being modest, of course), was my ability to always do the thing you'd least expect.

I did talk to Artimis Zambini for all of two seconds, I just asked him to pass me the roast beef, and he'd been fairly nice when he said 'yeah sure' and did so. I felt that we would get along alright, but I didn't push my luck. Glancing as Scorpius, I saw that he seemed to be getting the same treatment, though James was at least making an effort to keep people from glaring at him, a kind act, I felt, seeing as more often than not he was telling everyone to glare at me. Rose, however, seemed to be getting along wonderfully with the other Ravenclaws, I only knew because I'd heard a snippit of conversation between her and fourth year talking about Ministry politics and whether or not Muggles should be made aware of Magical Existance.

"For protection of course!" The fourth year had said hastily. "It's too often that a they see dragons, even if the ministry makes them forget. And what about basilisks? There are too many unexplained deaths with muggles, they should have the right to know."

"Bullocks!" Rose waved it off. "Muggles need to be kept in the dark unless their lives are in danger, or the reproduce a witch or wizard. I have nothing against muggles of course," Rose added reasonably, "But if you find someone that can do something your not, your more likely to want their help. More than half the world would be asking for healers to cure cancer, or auror's instead of policemen. If there was a fire 'oh, well, let the witch down the street do it!'. We'd be used more a slaves, enslaved by our own guilt at them being less adequate."

"Less adequate!" The fourth year looked affronted. "For your information I'm muggle born!"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Then you should know better than witches and wizards what I'm talking about. How much easier is it now to use magic instead of doing it the muggle way?" The fourth year stayed silent, knowing that Rose was right. "Moving on, even if we didn't help them, we'd still be in trouble." Quite a bit of the table was listening at this point. "It would be like the Salem Witch Trials all over again." half of those listening got confused looks, not seeming to know what those were, and honestly I didn't either. "Muggles would kill us all in fear that we would over power them, not thinking about how we hadn't done anything of the sort when they hadn't known we existed. That's what fear does of course, gives people irrational thoughts."

"But what about Voldemort?" Another Ravenclaw piped up. "He killed muggles for fun. They had every reason to be terrified."

"So we should all burn on stakes because some bint with a snake infatuation killed off capable human beings?" the fourth year asked. I was confused. I though that Rose and the fourth year had been on opposing sides, but apparently when confronted by an intruder, they had unspeakingly joined forces. Still, Rose was in her element, happy to be argueing, and I didn't have the heart to interrupt her, even if she hadn't finished the sentance she'd started earlier.

As soon as the tables cleared and everyone was ready to faint, Scorpius, Rose, and I met up, ignoring the prefects calling for first years to follow them.

"We'll regroup in the morning and figure something out." Rose said, not giving up anything, but giving me a sly look. I wanted to snap and ask her what she'd been about to say before McGonagall had started her speech, but refused to let her have that satisfaction. Scorpius seemed to notice my stony look, but wisely didn't say anything.

"Let's meet up at 8:00, that gives us time to get ready and all that." He added, not bothering to "secretly" worry whether or not we would agree, like he'd been doing on the train. Either he was too tired to care, or he'd realized that we weren't going to bite his head off.

"Aye-Aye captain." I saluted him. "Good-night." I added shortly, and turned around to leave. I fully expected Rose to give in and spill it, but she didn't. This miffed me in ways I couldn't ever explain, so I stalked up to the leaving Slytherin's looking ready to kill.

"You look pissed off, mate." Artimus told me in a stoic fashion as I appeared next to him.

"I am pissed off." I told him. "Women are the devil." I added in an undertone, making him chuckle lightly.

"She the one that threw you in the lake? I didn't get to see the whole thing?" He said. I decided to lie.

"No,"I grimaced, "But I bet the Giant Squid is a woman too." Artimus was still trying to keep his laughter quiet even as we got to our common room.

Before I went to bed, I opened the window, which seemed to anger my new roomates.

"Close the damn window!" A big nosed boy whose name I couldn't remember snapped as he crawled into bed. I arched a challenging eyebrow at him, and he immediatly averted his eyes, muttering something like "Mermaid Boy."

"Just go to bed Potter." Another one groaned as he got dressed. "You can admire the view tomorrow."

"Leave him alone, he's not hurting anyone." Artimus rolled his eyes. I sent him a grateful smile before looking back out the window. I put my index finger and thumb in my mouth before letting out a melodic whistle. Everyone in the room jumped in surprise, and the big-nosed boy hit his head on the top of his bed. I stifled a laugh at his dispense, instead getting up and going to my trunk quickly.

"What the bloody hell was that Mermaid Boy?" He asked while rubbing his red forehead gingerly. I ignored him, instead getting out a peice of parchment, a quill, and ink, and going back to the window, just in time to see a dark shape soar past the moon towards me. I quickly unrolled the parchment and dipped my quill into the ink, writing only five words.

I'm in Slytherin

Love, Al

I re-rolled it quickly as my owl flew to the open window. "'Ello Muerte!" I said as happily as I could, petting Muerte's pitch black feathers for a moment before tying the parchment to his leg. Muerte, spanish for Death, was all black except for his face, which was pearly white, and his eyes, which instead of the being the regular golden, were instead a blood red. Obviously you can see my attraction to such a beautiful animal. "Deliver it to Mum and Da, and don't leave without a response." Muerte hooted in understanding. I smiled and pet him a bit more. "Thanks love. Now off you get, I've got to change out of my Mermaid clothes." I smirked, knowing I'd just used my own nickname against my big-nosed roomate. Muerte hooted again, then turned around and flew off into the night sky. I put my supplies back and turned out the light before stripping down to my birthday suit and climbing into my amazingly warm bed.

The last thought I had before I drifted off to sleep, was 'It can't be too bad here. Not with the nickname of Mermaid Boy.'

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