Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did though, I believe some very naughty things would happen, so I guess it's a pretty good thing I don't.

A/N: Sorry it's so short, i promise the next one will be longer.

Chapter o7

Three weeks later, and quite a bit had changed for the Mischevious Three, and our ragtag group of forming companions, or, as Rose called them jokingly, "minions". So far, Rose was the top of our class (not like it would have taken long anyways, but three weeks was just pushing it), Scorpius had every first year girl sighing over him (how an eleven year old girls even knew how to flirt was still beyond me), and I was getting private tours of the castle via Andie and Emilie, which was a rare treat indeed. Of course, the twins were formiddable, but between them and James, I doubted anyone knew the castle any better.

It was Andie, Emilie, and James who had enthusiastically shown us the room of requirement. Andie, Emilie, and James who were spreading the word about how the 3 ickle firsties were forming their own secret club (getting us undoubted fame and popularity for forementioned first years because everyone wanted to know what we were doing) and, incidently, Andie, Emilie, and James who wouldn't let us meet for breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the RoR unless they were aloud to join too.

In some ways, of course, I knew that it would be hell trying to formulate plans with the three second years listening closely to our ideas, but I wasn't quite sure we would have ever come up with the brilliant plan of giving Grey a rainbow swirlie in the toilet if Andie hadn't suggested James go and ask The Professor on how to do it. I wasn't quite sure how The Professor's transfigutation pulled into it, but she taught the spell to James, who reluctantly taught the spell to Rose, and for two weeks Grey walked around with a multicolored face and hair, his big nose a mixture between puke green and barney purple.

In fact, the colors were just starting to fade when I recieved my howler.

It was breakfast, and Rose was helping Art with his astronomy homework, meaning that Sqorpius and I were obediently tagging along instead of eating breakfast in our usual fashion, when owlpost arrived. I sent a letter out once a week to my mum, telling her of our adventures and recieving stern admonishment for our wrongdoings in the first year dorms. In fact, I'd quite forgotten about owlpost, what, with us never eating in the great hall. So when an owl I'd never seen before dropped a lipstick red letter onto my plate, I was pretty sure someone had set me up.

Scorpius, Rose, Art, and I watched as little tendrils of smoke began rising out of it. "You'd better open it, mate." Scorpius said, scooting a bit towards the fourth year on the other side of him, who promptly got up and moved to another seat without a word.

I shrugged. "I like my bacon extra crispy." I told him lightly, though really I just hated opening howlers. Uncle Ron always made me open his when him and Aunt Hermione got into a fight.

"But-" Scorpius started, and I let Rose cut him off.

"Trust us, Scorpius, his bacon will be extra crispy despite whether he opens it or not." She told him, and I had to agree. "Haven't you ever gotten a howler before?" They were quite normal where we grew up.

Scorpius didn't have a change to answer her, however, because at that moment the envelope rose to level with my face, and shaped itself into a mouth. "Oh bugger." I sighed, right before Uncle Ron's voice exploded into the air.

"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER-"

"Oh dear..." Rose grimaced, and the hall was suddenly silent. I could see James and the twins walking into the great hall, seeming to ignore the howler yelling at my head.

"HOW DARE YOU GET PUT IN SLYTHERIN!" I sighed and rested my chin on my hand after putting my elbow on the table. "EVERY WEASLEY AND POTTER HAS BEEN IN GRYFFINDOR FOR BLOODY CENTURIES, AND YOU GET PUT IN SLYTHERIN!" The letter spat. I glanced at Rose, a prime example of a Weasley who wasn't in Gryffindor. Oh well. "I WANT YOU TO MARCH INTO MINERVA'S OFFICE RIGHT NOW AND TELL HER YOU WON'T DO IT! THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL I'M HAVING A NEPHEW WHO'S IN SLYTHERIN!" The letter went on and on for almost ten more minutes before Uncle Ron ended with an angry "AND YOUR MUM SAID TO TELL YOU SHE LOVES YOU AND NOT TO LISTEN TO M-wait a minute!" Before abrupty bursting into furious flames and charing my bacon as predicted.

I turned to Rose. "You didn't tell him you were in Ravenclaw, did you?" I asked lightly. She shook her head no, and began eating her egg thoughtfully.

Scorpius turned to me, a confused look on his face. "Did that just happen?" He asked, glancing down at the flaky remains of the howler. I nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah it did." An owl flew in at that moment, even though the rest had gone, and circled over head for a few moment before dropping a photograph above our heads. It glided down slowly, and I caught it easily in my hand. Rose, Scorpius, and Art leaned in to see what it was.

It was a picture of Dad, Aunt Hermione, and Uncle Ron all sitting around a table. Dad showed him a peice of parchment I was pretty sure was the letter I'd writtan to my mum my first night here, and Uncle Ron promply fell out of his chair and onto the floor in a dead faint. Dad looked over where the camera seemed to have been, and grinned amusidly at me.

"I believe I just pissed my pants a little." Scorpius choked after a moment in which the four of us were silent. Then we all began laughing so hard, that the pumpkin juice I'd been drinking a minute before was running out of my nose, and tears were leaking out of my eyes. Through the laughter, Rose and I managed to bump fists in triumph, and suddenly I loved my parents, very, very much.

"Aunt Ginny's writtan something on the back," Rose giggled as the mirth slowly died down and we wiped the tears from our eyes.

Albus,

Your father and I are so proud of you. Your brother wrote and asked us to take a picture, and here it is.

Don't forget to clean behind your ears,

Mum

"Your parents are quite possibly the most amazing parents I've ever heard about." Scorpus said in awe as I read it aloud.

"And his mother's very attractive." Rose added in the voice she used when answering a question for a teacher.

"Merlin Rosie!" I said loudly, "You are such a lesbian for my mum!"

"I am not!" Rose argued, looking affronted. "I'm just able to appreciate beauty!"

"Like a painting?" Art asked.

"Exactly." Rose agreed.

"My mum's not a painting!" I exlaimed in annoyance. "She's a living, breathing, real human being."

"And you're a lesbian for her." Scorpius added with a smile and a little finger point wiggle.

Rose scoffed. "There's really no point in argueing with you two. Your bloody idiots." Scorpius and I looked at eachother. Yes, well, we couldn't deny that now could we?