Albus Potter Had a Good Memory

by Brittnodo

Albus Severus Potter learned a lot growing up, this is a look into his memories and how he came to be the man he is today.

15. Christmas

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Chapter 15- Christmas

Aunt Hermione wrote Hugo back two days later saying that they loved Hugo no matter what and that he wouldn't have to live with us, but as time went on it was apparent Uncle Ron was still very unhappy with Hugo's house. It wasn't until the Winter Holidays that Uncle Ron finally redeemed himself in my eyes;

Christmas was really great this year.

James and I both received these things called contacts, they're these things muggles who have bad eye-sight wear so they don't need glasses, James didn't want them for he was rather fond of his rectangular glasses, but me on the other hand…

I was super excited, because glasses were seriously a pain in the arse.

I mean do you know how many times I have broken my glasses? Way too many to even count.

The three (four counting Teddy who was there Christmas morning with Grandmother Andy) of us all received great presents from everyone.

I received a portable muggle Music player from my parents (and other stuff); a broom care kit from Scorpius; James bought me a subscription to Seeker Weekly, and a new practice snitch; Lily bought me a neat bracelet shaped like a snake, and it had a shield charm on it; Teddy got me a cool wand holster that worked like a chameleon, it changed colors to match me; Grandmother Andy gave me a Slytherin Banner for my room that she had as a kid; and I would receive all my other gifts from the family later that night at the burrow.

So all in all it was a rather fine Christmas up until dinner that night at the burrow.

"James! Hurry Up! We are going to be late!" Mum shouted from next to me, she was getting rather agitated waiting for James.

James came bounding down the stairs a moment later, all grinning until dad summoned (wandlessley and wordlessly, which was so bloody awesome) all of the W.W.W. Products from my elder brother's pockets, knowing he would be trying to smuggle them to the Burrow.

Lily laughed at James' outraged face, while I merely rolled my eyes at him, he really should know by now that you can't let stuff slide by dad.

James made sure to glare at me when he caught me rolling my eyes, which wasn't really to strange because lately he'd been acting quite odd around me, picking fights and bullying me. I really had no idea what I'd down to get him so upset put it must've been wicked, because he hasn't talked to me -not argue- in months, since like, September.

Whatever, he could act like a five year old whose favorite toy was stolen all he wants I wouldn't sink to his level and pick a fight.

Teddy snickered from next to me, he was coming with us to the Burrow while Grandmother Andy was heading to Malfoy Manor to see Scorpius' family, After the war she made-up with Narcissa but was still rather frosty with Lucius (who I really, really don't like, neither does Scorp or Dad).

Teddy is a Metamorphmagus and right now his hair was black (the color he was born with) and had the same color eyes as Lily and James, making him look truly like a Potter.

It was really great to see him, for I had barely saw him these last few years, because of me at school, and him at the auror academy, it was hard to catch him when he wasn't busy with Victoire or working.

I elbowed him, to shut-up because mum was now directing her glare towards him.

He went quiet, instantly.

Mum's glare was like that, shuts you up and has you quivering with fear.

Mum impatiently tapped her delicate looking watch Dad had bought her for their anniversary last year making said man grin mischievously at her, "Gin, we won't be the only ones late, trust me."

Mum looked annoyed, and Dad quickly preceded to Floo over to Gran's with a swish of his cloak and a wink.

I laughed at dad as mum murmured threats under her breath.

I walked over to the fireplace following Dad's dramatic disappearance with, "You know mum he is the considered the greatest wizard in our world, you may cut him some slack!"

Before I shouted my destination I caught mums glare and Lily's giggle, but I didn't see much else as I tripped and landed on the floor at the burrow.

"Al!" Hugo shouted, running over to me and effectively knocking me over again. "Hey your glasses are gone!"

I laughed, this year I'd become very close with Hugo more than in previous years because of the whole him being in Slytherin thing. He'd begun to hang out some with Scorpius and I, too.

"Hugo! I just saw you a few days ago!" I chuckled pushing him off of me, but left an arm around him. "and yes they are gone, mum and Dad bought me these muggle things called contacts."

Hugo grinned toothily at me and was going to respond when Dad walked in.

"You boys better move," he warned with a smirk, "someone's going to trample you coming out of the fireplace."

We traded horrified looks at the thought of someone falling on us and quickly got up.

"Wise,' Dad remarked before going off to talk with Aunt Hermione (who waved at me) over at the kitchen table.

I looked down at Hugo, his grin was crooked and eyes were sparkling with joy, "So, Boswell*, what did you get for Christmas?"

He blushed when I called him Boswell (he's a wonderful writer, and has already declared that he will be the one to write Dad's story, so he can be the author of his official biography of not only his life before us but after we were born, and has already asked me if he could be my "companion" or whatever, and write about the 'adventures' of mine.), but quickly told me about the journal Aunt Hermione bought him and raved about the super awesome (his words not mine) Book on writing techniques (boring) Rose bought him.

As Hugo babbled I looked around the room, noticing the rest of us Potters (and a Lupin) had arrived and were talking with various people around the room.

Sometime after the war Dad, as a gift to Gran and Grandpa, paid for them to have the house extended, so it was quite large and roomy (for now).

I loved people watching and Drawing little deductions up from certain things, even from a young age I liked doing this and it only progressed as I read the muggle detective books by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

So as Hugo (still talking about that book) droned on and on, I watched.

I observed Aunt Audrey and Uncle Percy, who were talking in hushed tones in the corner, but were turned away from each other slightly signifying they were rowing.

I watched as Teddy greeted Victoire (who was -like Uncle Bill- a curse breaker, to Aunt Fleur's displeasure), with less than his usual cheerfulness, I frowned for a moment; trouble in paradise?

Like I said before Dad was chatting with aunt Hermione and they were joined by mum who was all smiles.

I nodded every once and awhile to Hugo's word sick, and continued to watch the family.

Uncle Charlie and Uncle Bill were no doubt discussing something very important for Uncle Charlie had a nervous expression on his burned face, while Uncle Bill's eyes were wide and serious, he seemed surprised.

'Maybe' I thought to myself 'Uncle Charlie going to finally come out?' I mean that man loves dragons a bit to much not to notice some of the birds down at the reserve (I visited with James last year, they were gorgeous, ah not the dragons the women.) I've thought for quite awhile that he was into guys and Dad agrees with me (I kind of cornered him into that one).

I turned my attention to James, he was talking with Fred about Merlin knows what, but he had an odd expression on his face, I could immediately tell he was disagreeing with whatever Fred was suggesting

Lily was smiling and (no doubt) telling little Lucy (she would be at Hogwarts next year) all about her first year at Hogwarts because Lu had the most wondrous expression on her lean face.

Gran was in the kitchen with Aunt Fleur and Molly (who kept pushing her glasses up, Ha! I don't need to deal with that anymore), all three of them bustling around the food, Aunt Fleur's cheeks were flushed signaling her and Gran had bit of a row, or as they liked to call it a slight in opinions. I liked calling it the French VS the British or The Veela temper VS the Weasley temper, both adequate.

Dominque kept looking at her muggle cell phone, Dad (and mum, but mostly Dad), had gifted to us all last year, seeing as Vic had graduated and soon others would as well so we could keep better in touch (and be more conspicuous, he silently added seeing as the oblivatiors were working over time because wizards were becoming more careless). From the eager and slightly lovesick expression on her face, I assume she has a muggle boyfriend, and he is texting her, because wizards are still a good twenty+ years behind muggles and its really doubtful they would have a muggle cell phone..

Louis, who had Roxanne on his lap, was laughing with her and Rose, probably about his latest escapades (before we know it he will have at least snogged a bird from every continent).

Aunt Angelina was talking to Uncle Ron (who from his rather tight expression wasn't in the best of moods, I'll wager a guess and say he's still not very happy about Hugo), exuberantly, with hand motions and everything.

I sighed, which caught Hugo's attention, "What's up, Albus?"

"Nothin', hey where's Uncle George?" I said with confusion usually he's the life of the party.

Hugo shrugged, "I dunna know, ask Aunt Ang, or Gran."

He walked off over to Lily and Lucy, disgruntled I wasn't paying my full attention on him and his Wonderful Wise Writing Words book.

I bit my lip, I actually wanted to talk to Uncle George for some advice.

Girl advice.

And there was no way in hell, I would ask Dad, because mum has told me before that he's utter pants with girls, and James is the same way.

Teddy dated but he is like really shy, so no point in asking him because he'd get embarrassed.

I could ask Uncle Bill but he's busy.

I cant even consider Uncle Charlie because he will definitely not see things my way, if you know what I mean.

I'm not on the greatest terms with Uncle Ron, the ruddy sod. (He keeps glaring at me)

There is no way I will ask Louis the biggest playboy Hogwarts has seen since Sirius Black.

So, that really leaves me with my godfather, who was M.I.A. at the present moment.

I got up and headed to the kitchen, with various greetings from my relatives on the way, where I walked up behind Aunt Hermione and gave her a backwards hug which scared her enough that she jumped and dad laughed.

"Albus Severus!'" she screeched sounding like Rosie when Scorpius and I put a toad in her bag, and put a hand over her heart, 'You're going to give me a heart attack."

I grinned and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Lucky you that Dominque is in training to be a healer."

"Cheeky brat!" She said fondly, "Oh, shut it Harry!"

I looked over at Dad (who has been looking more and more tired lately) he was almost doubled over laughing at my favorite Aunt.

"S-Sorry… Al! Oh, how I needed that thanks, phoenix."

I scowled at the old nickname he gave me as a baby, it was quite humiliating.

"Harry," mum said sternly, "don't embarrass our son."

He looked at me, his eyes were full of love, it truly made my heart fill embarrassingly, "Sorry, my boy"

I half-smiled at him, "S'okay, hey do any of you know where Uncle George is?"

Mum shrugged her eyes told me she was worried, and I felt Aunt Hermione shrug, "I'm not sure, dear, did you ask Angelina?"

"Nope, she's talking to Ro-" I caught mums glare and quickly corrected myself, "Uncle Ron, didn't want to disturb them."

I heard Aunt Hermione sigh, at the mention of her husband, and I noticed dad's lips tighten.

"Do you know, Dad?"

"Hmm, oh yes I believe he went outside."

I grinned at my dad, "Thanks! I'll be right back."

I quickly diffused myself from Aunt Hermione and Headed for the backdoor but was stopped by my godmother.

"Oh, no Mon filleul, you will wear a coat outside, we do not need you to catch a chill." Aunt Fleur said sternly, handing me Louis' coat (I didn't bring one because we flooed over, whereas they all apparated) and started wrapping his scarf around my neck.

"Merci, que ferais-je sans toi?"* I asked grinning, happy my French was still up to par.(we all were instructed to learn at a young age because of our many trips to France)

Aunt Fleur blushed and shook her head, "You are to much like your father, Mon cher. And may I say you look très beau without your glasses."

I laughed, "Thanks"

She shooed me and I went outside, it was dark out and snowing lightly.

It was quite beautiful, the moon was reflecting on the frozen pond serenely, as I walked by it, my eyes searching for Uncle George.

After a bit of trudging through snow, I found him.

He was sitting talking quietly to a stone, which I realized a moment later was where Uncle George's twin brother lay forever at rest.

Uncle George must've heard the crunch of footsteps behind for he turned towards me with his wand, but relaxed when he saw it was me.

"Hey, Al. what brings you 'ear? Heh, get it." Uncle George said hoarsely, he was always making weird ear jokes, but this time it wasn't funny because I could tell he was crying.

"'ello. And With the whole wide world of ear-related humor before you, you go for that joke again, pathetic " I said quietly with a tiny smirk plopping down next to him, feeling the snow through my jeans was highly unpleasant.

I felt, rather than saw, Uncle George wince, which made me think I said something wrong, so I quickly apologized, "Er, sorry."

Uncle George shifted next to me and put a fatherly (or god fatherly) arm around me, "It's fine, kid, you just really surprised me there."

I looked at him, his blue eyes were watery and staring at Fredrick Gideon Weasley, Brother, Friend, and Prankster Rest in Peace, with utter concentration.

"Why'd I surprise you?" I asked curiously.

"After I lost my ear, Fred said the same thing almost." His voice was really thick.

I bit my lip, 'way to go Al', I thought to myself.

"Ah, Don't go beating yourself up. It was just family resemblance, maybe I can make you into a prankster yet." Uncle George said looking a bit more like himself.

I must have looked surprised for he chuckled, "Al, you have the same guilty face as Harry." He tweaked my nose and looked back at the tombstone, "Yup, Fred, he's just like Harry, Brave, loyal and has a terrible hero-complex, always feeling bloody guilty."

I giggled into my gloved hands, and elbowed him, "I do not have a hero-complex, I don't go and play hero, I prefer to be the hero's son."

Uncle George grinned, "So kid, what did you want to ask me?" I gave him a look, "It was, pretty obvious, Al, why the hell would you want to sit in the ruddy snow with me unless you wanted to ask me something?"

"Maybe I just wanted to see you?" I suggested.

He snorted and rolled his eyes, "He also cant lie to well, Fred."

"Ah, bugger off." I grumbled.

"Soooooo?" Uncle George said loudly.

I sighed, it was now or never.

"Dating."

"Dating." he echoed in confusion, but then he snickered, "Aw, do you have a crush?"

I put my head in my hands, he was mocking me.

He chuckled again, "You need some advice?"

I groaned and said slightly muffled, "Forget it."

"Nah, come on Al, I'm sorry, who is it? Is she cute? Er- it's a she right?"

"Yes, it's a she!" I burst out looking at him oddly.

He just shrugged and put his one arm up defensively, "Hey, you do spend an awful lot time with that Malfoy kid!"

"He's my best friend, Uncle George!" I said loudly and then muttered quietly, "besides that's Uncle Charlie's team."

"Huh?"

"Nothing, can you give me some help, I'm utterly lost?" I asked desperately.

He nodded, "Sure, but you have to tell me about this bird."

I sighed, "All right, her name is Victoria Zabini, she's a Ravenclaw in James and Fred's year. She's really pretty, she has nice eyes."

Uncle George snorted, "Yeah, nice eyes."

"What!" I said annoyed, "She does, there like this silvery-grey color."

"Alright-Alright, have you talked to her?"

"Uh, yeah a few times in the library, she's always there with a bunch of girls, I swear they travel in packs."

Uncle George laughed, "Yeah, they tend to do that, but have you exchanged more than just, "hello" and "How are you" or was it a conversation?"

I thought back to the last time I saw her and we talked, but all I can remember is her tan skin and long Dark brown hair.

"Umm-" I said rather stupidly.

Uncle George rolled his eyes, "She mustn't look to much like a hag if she has you fumbling for words." I glared at him to which he ignored, "Alright, snitch, how about this, have you ever talked about quidditch?"

I nodded, "Yeah, she likes watching it but despises flying."

"Well there you go, oh godson of mine, you have had a proper conversation with her, now just ask her to Hogsmeade, uh- unless she's dating someone?"

I shook my head, "No, she broke up with Jeremy Hardwicke back in October, she hasn't went out without anyone according to Rose."

Uncle George nodded, "Ok, good, she has mourned the break-up, so she wont be too clingy, and you say she's been talking to you a lot," I nodded and he grinned, "well, snitch, she may just like you and be waiting for you to ask her to Hogsmeade."

I blinked, I never thought of that, "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, ask her out before someone else does." He said with a grin.

"I think I will, next Hogsmeade trip, I will ask her to go with me." I said determined.

Uncle George winked at me, "Maybe we can get you a good snog, tell me when via Cora and we'll see if I can hook you up with some W.W.W. products."

I blushed, "Uncle George!"

He gave a bark of laughter, "You are too much, snitch".

I rolled my eyes, I could feel the cold nipping at my face, and shivered.

Uncle George looked down at me, "Come on lets go get warm. We'll see you Fred, Happy Christmas, do me a favor and put in a good word for Al with the big guy upstairs, he needs a good ole snog."

"Uncle George!" I yelled, and he ran, I chased after him.

I caught up to him and jumped on his back, he grunted but stayed upwards, we were both laughing but as we neared the house (me literally getting a piggyback from my godfather, Yes I know I'm thirteen but your never to old to jump on your godfather), we heard a shrill "Dad!."

Uncle George let me down and we walked briskly into the Burrow, not knowing if that was a happy, or angry scream.

As we reached the sitting room, I saw Dad grinning, Mum smiling in relief, Rose biting down a smile, and Aunt Hermione crying.

But what really caught or attention was Uncle Ron and Hugo.

They were in the middle of the room hugging, Hugo was crying and holding on to Ron like a lifeline, I noticed though he was holding something green in his hands.

I separated from Uncle George, who ran into the kitchen to talk with James and Fred, and sidled up to Rose and asked what happened.

Rose and her big blue eyes were swimming with unshed tears, "Dad, got Hugo a Slytherin Sweater for Quidditch games, and said he would come to the next one to watch you play."

I blinked a few times and pointed to myself before saying, "Me?"

Rose giggled and put her head on my shoulder, "Of course you, silly! Who do you think he's going to see play? Scorpius?"

"Well, we really haven't spoken in the last few years, Rose." I said trying to keep the hurt out of my voice.

No matter how many times I may call him a git or any other name, it still hurt that he would barely speak to me, I loved my Uncle so much but he stopped seeing me as Al his nephew, and as Al the Slytherin.

Rose shrugged oblivious to my hurt and walked over to her mum, where they hugged at the happy site.

I shook my head and pushed past people to get some air.

Hopefully Nobody would notice I was gone, was my first thought as I stood staring at the full moon (oh, that may be why Teddy was a bit grumpy).

I sighed, there was a lump in my throat, I was so, so happy that Ron did that for Hugo, it was his only son and a boy needed his father, this was good.

But why did I feel like a Phoenix on a burning day?

I wasn't jealous that he accepted Hugo, but not me, right?

No, I couldn't be, Hugo was his son so it was natural he would accept him, besides I was only his nephew, The black sheep of the family if you will. I was the first Slytherin, made friends with a Malfoy, preferred to brew a potion or transfigure a pillow in my room, I liked a girl whose father was a Junior Death Eater, I didn't have red hair or even highlights, I wasn't like them.

I gave a shuddering breath, and looked up at the stars, "Why couldn't I be like them? Why?"

My broken whisper echoed around the emptiness of the outdoors, I never felt so alone as I stood there.

I turned my head towards the direction of the burrow, wishing someone would notice I was gone, hoping they would ask me inside.

I waited for a few minutes, before I sat down getting wet, again.

I hummed under my breath, a tune that brought my Gran to tears every time she heard it, feeling tired and hungry.

Suddenly, I heard the crunch of footsteps, and I was on alert (being Harry Potter's son brought quite a few dangers from harmful people), as they got closer and closer.

"Al?" The voice called out quietly, "Can I sit with you?"

I looked at the pale figure in the moonlight and nodded, "Whatever, Uncle Ron, doesn't matter to me."

The tall red-headed man sat next to me grunting as his muscles cricked and the cold snow on his backside soaked through his bottoms.

We were silent for a few minutes, my mind was racing trying to figure out why he was out here with me, not my dad, Uncle George or even Uncle Percy (he would make more sense than Ron).

"So," Ron's weary voice startled me slightly, "how's quidditch going?"

I raised my eyebrow but answered regardless, "Good, we've played Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and won."

Ron nodded, "Glad you guys are doing well. You caught the snitch both times, right?"

"Yep," I answered, feeling like the odd man out in this conversation.

"Good, Good." He said quietly.

"How's ah- Scorpius?" Ron choked out quietly.

I gritted my teeth, "He's doing great, him and Lily get along quite well, and you can stop pretending you care."

I saw him wince and roll his shoulders, "Listen Al, I'm s-,".

I cut him off with a frown, "Its fine, I get it, really I do."

Ron looked highly uncomfortable, "Al, its really not, I was acting like a ten year old, and I'm really sorry, you've done only good for Hugo and Rose even, I've been treating you pretty terribly and I'm sorry."

I could tell by the way he was looking at the ground that he was uncomfortable but truly sorry.

"Uncle Ron," I guess its back to that, "its fine, I understand you were raised during a different time, its natural you would carry grudges."

He turned to look at me and shook his head, "You sound too much like Hermione."

I laughed, "Sorry but I believe she would be hitting you at the moment if I was her."

He winced and rubbed the back of his neck, "Oh, Merlin, you're definitely right." He turned and smiled at me softly looking more like the guy who took me and Rose to see the Cannons when we were small, "So really Al, how is Scorpius?"

I smiled to myself, I couldn't wait to shock Scorp and tell him UNCLE RON asked about him, "Like I said he's good, he's a chaser you know."

Uncle Ron turned and looked at me slightly curious, "He any good?"

"Yep, he's a good seeker to but I'm much better." I said with a smirk.

Uncle Ron laughed and ruffled my hair, 'Someone has grown an ego!"

I grinned at him and he smiled back before saying seriously, "Al, watch out for Lily though, my best mate married my little sister."

I paled and Uncle Ron laughed, got up and walked inside, leaving me completely stunned, lily was only eleven, she wasn't even thinking about boys and Scorpius wouldn't go after a lit-

"Al! Come On!" Uncle Ron shouted.

I shook my heads not feeling quite so hungry anymore.

Authors Note: hello All! I hope you all liked this chapter, its my longest yet! And I'm so sad Ryan Dunn from Jackass (awesomeness all rolled into one) died, he was super hilarious ): R.I.P. Ryan Dunn ):

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* Boswell - James Boswell, 9th Laird of Auchinleck (29 October 1740 – 19 May 1795) was a lawyer, diarist, and author born in Edinburgh, Scotland; he is best known for his biography of Samuel Johnson.

Sherlock Holmes referred to his Best Friend and companion for most of his life, John Watson, as this.

*The French spoken is this (I'm sure you know the rest like love and stuff):

Oh, no my godson

"Thank you, what would I do without you?"

Oh, and I really don't know if Charlie's gay or not nor do I care, I'm not going to elaborate on that further so you can make your own speculations on what team he's playing for. I only had Al say that stuff for some jokes.

Goodbye For now dun dun dun…..