A/N- First of all, thanks so much to those who reviewed/faved/followed! It's great to hear from people/ know that people are interested. Next, I just wanted to say that as my schedule gets busier and busier, I wont have as much time to update. Sorry! I don't know what it is about spring (maybe it's finals and since school is almost out?) that makes life so fast-paced but it's starting early this year, at least for me. Lastly, my other story (You Again) is kind of 'on hold' because I'm suffering from writers block. I'll update as soon as I have something, probably around Wednesday of next week.

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Disclaimer- I'm sad because I DONT OWN HARRY POTTER... one day maybe I'll own a book I wrote. (if my dreams come true)

Chapter Eleven

The five students barely managed to get to Potions on time, panting hard and glaring at one another. The Gryffindors separated from the Slytherins, each moving to their respected sides of the classroom.

"Hey," Hermione smiled, a bit too warmly at Scorpious (in Rose's opinion), "Where were you guys? Did you get lost?"

Al mumbled, "Hardly," but Rose jabbed him swiftly in the side with her elbow.

"Sort of, yes,"

Just then Professor Slughorn made his way into the room from his office, waddling like an enlarged duck. He smiled warmly at the students, his eyebrows raising only slightly at the realization that there were three new students in the midst.

"Good morning, good morning. I trust that your weekend was fun?" Slughorn turned towards the cauldron resting on his desk, stirring the spoon inside, before returning his attention to them, "I see we have new students. Weasleys, I've heard?"

Rose smiled, "Yes, Professor. I'm Elizabeth, this is my twin Victor and my other brother, Benito,"

"Ben for short," Al added helpfully.

"Excellent! Shall we get started then?" Slughorn grinned at them again, his moustache making him appear to be a walrus with too much hair.

And that was how Rose found herself standing over a smoking cauldron, her hair curling ridiculously in the heat.

"Urg!" She cried, throwing the moths wings into the potion, "Dreamless Sleep Potion! What a completely ridiculous idea!"

Scorpious, who was standing to her left, mentioned, "Lizzie, you forgot the feather of nightingale,"

"Shut up!" She cried, frantically pulling the feather off her desk and tossing it into the cauldron.

Scorpious shrugged and turned to ask Hermione something, much to Rose's displeasure. At the end of the lesson, Rose's potion was not the desired clear blue but rather a deep burgundy. Her uncle Harry's, however, was perfect, leaving everyone else to wonder how he had gotten it like that.

X

After Potions was DADA. Albus was dreading it because, well, he was going to meet Severus Snape. The man who had killed Dumbledore but turned out good in the end, the man who Albus was named after. The young Potter expected to meet a very honorable man with a slight issue for Gryffinors (the man had been a Slytherin, and Al had to be realistic). Instead he met… this.

"Weasleys," The greasy-haired professor snarled, staring down his hooked nose at the trio, "Figures," Al narrowed his eyes but didn't make a move to argue. Gryffindor did not need to lose points.

Unfortunately, Scorpious had different ideas.

"Oi!" He shouted rudely, his hands curling into fists, "There is NOTHING wrong with being a Weasley, you slime,"

"Go back to your barnyard, Weasley," Draco Malfoy shouted from across the room. There were snickers from the Slytherin bunch but, thankfully, the Gryffindors remained quiet. Though Ron was growing a bit red, and was likely to implode any second. Hermione looked rather angry as well, and Al's dad was fuming, almost as if he was about to say something that would probably get him detention.

"Mr. Malfoy," Snape drawled, "I suggest you take. Your. Seat. Now, I'd ask you to introduce yourself to the class, but I doubt that anybody cares. So," The previous Potions master waved his hand at them, "Twenty points to Gryffindor for back-talking a professor. Sit,"

They did.

"Today we will be learning how to do wordless magic. Open your books to review the material,"

Al read without comment, trying to ignore Rose and Scorpious' glares directed at each other. He shuffled awkwardly in his seat, not meeting either of their eyes. Potions had been awkward as hell and it was only getting worse here. The young Potter read the passages quickly before shutting his book and staring off into space.

"Alright, get into pairs… Not so fast, Mr. Potter," Al froze, believing for a second that the Professor had been talking to him. His father, however, had been in the middle of asking Ron to be his partner.

"I will be choosing your partners," Snape drawled, smirking wickedly. Groans echoed about the classroom.

"Now, let me see…" He pulled a piece of parchment off his desk, reading over the names, "Lavander Brown and Pansy Parkinson," Lavander huffed and blew Ron a kiss before moving towards the snobbish Slytherin.

Snape continued to read off the names, each Gryffindor getting paired with a Slytherin. Al was waiting for when he'd be put with someone in the dwindling group, when, "Benito Weasley and Blaise Zabini," Al almost swore, he was so livid. Why of all the people…?

"Hello there, Weasley," The dark-skinned boy stood, leering down at Al. He stood so that the two were on the same eye level.

"Zabini," Al stated flatly, moving towards the wall opposite the room.

"Elizabeth Weasley and Theodore Nott," Al watched as his cousin stood to meet a reserved boy with light brown hair. They proceeded to stand there awkwardly, neither talking.

"Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy,"

"Figures," Al muttered under his breath, low enough that Zabini could not hear.

"And Victor Weasley with Daphne Greengrass," The two scowled at each other when they met in the middle of the room.

"Now, find a space and begin," Snape stated shortly before waving his wand so all the desks swooped to either side of the classroom, leaving a large space for dueling.

Snape then proceeded to sit at his desk, not speaking to anyone. Al moved towards the back of the room, nearer to Scorpious. He was standing, wand aloft, concentrating intently on Daphne. The witch was glaring right back, as though daring him to make a move. Zabini pulled his wand out, as did Al. They moved apart, taking each other in. Then, Al drew his fighting stance, ready to hex the Slytherin into oblivion without words.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from across the classroom.

Al watched as his dad collide with several desks, cursing wildly and fumbling for his wand, "What the hell did you do that for, Malfoy?!" He exclaimed. Everyone in the room stopped talking, anticipating a fight.

With a smirk, Malfoy replied, "The assignment was to do wordless magic, Potter. That's what I did,"

"No you didn't!" Harry responded, standing at last, wand in hand, "You whispered the spell! I SAW your lips move!"

Al realized with a jolt that his father's sleeve was torn, dark red blood seeping from the wound. He must've cut it when he fell onto the desks.

"It must be your imagination, Potter," The blonde sneered. Al's stare switched to Snape, wondering what he would do.

As if on cue, Snape stood, his deep black robes swirling, "Mr. Malfoy, please assist Mr. Potter to the Hospital Wing. We don't need the Chosen One to be bleeding all over us, now do we?"

Without much thought, Al shouted, "You must be mad!"

The dark-haired professor turned to glare at Albus, "Ah, Mr. Weasley. Taking Potter's side, I see. I assume that you think that you are worthy of taking the Harry Potter to the Hospital Wing. It will be such an honor for you, I'm sure…"

"I WILL take him," Al replied, storming to his desk to seize his books before approaching his dad, "Because I hate this class already and I'm not even through the first day!"

Harry grappled with his bag, following a very angry Al out of the door. It shut with a bang, a satisfying sound in both their ears.

"Holy shit," Harry whispered, his mouth slightly agape. Al shrugged, trying to cool his anger.

"No one has ever taken on Snape like that," His father gaped as they stalked towards the Hospital Wing.

"Well," Al replied, "I can't exactly be afraid of a dead man, now can I?"

Probably shouldn't have said that…

"He's dead," Harry clarified, "In the future, I mean. You never knew him?"

Al smiled sadly, looking at his slightly morose father. As much as the man tried to pretend he hated Snape, deep down Al knew that Harry didn't want anyone else to die.

After a few moments of silence, Harry turned to Al, stopping the boy with his calculating green eyes.

"Who do I marry?"

Al could tell that his father was curious. After all, how many chances does one get to ask their future child about what their life would be like? However, telling his father that he got married to Ginny Weasley before they were even dating would be the opposite of a good idea.

"Er…" Al wasn't quite sure how he was going to get out of this one. James was the one who was the excellent liar, not him. Albus Potter and lying belonged in a sentence only if the word 'cannot' was between them.

"Someone… errrrm…. Special…"

Harry shot Al a strange look, and began to walk again. The quiet stretched on, this time more awkward. Al was trying to find something to talk about, but whenever he tried to his voice would just dry up.

"Al?" Harry asked, his mouth twitching into a smile, "Am I a good dad?"

He breathed a sigh of relief. His answer wouldn't completely screw up the future, at least to this question, "Yeah, you are. I mean, you're really strict with James, but that's just because he's a total prat and pranks everyone. You spoil Lily, my younger sister, but she's such a daddy's girl. You're pretty relaxed with me, as I never get into trouble. Mostly because I never get caught," Al grinned, thinking of his adventures with Rose and Scorpious, "You're an Auror, though it drives mum up the wall. She always says that you can't live without the excitement of chasing dark wizards," Al snickered, "You're funny and rather fair. You don't get mad too much but when you do…"

Harry smiled, his eyes set on nowhere in particular, "At least I'm not dead in the future,"

"Yeah. Though I think James is going to be, after what he did with the time turner and all,"

Both boys laughed, though Al was slightly relieved when they reached the Hospital Wing at last. It could've been worse, he mused, I could've been stuck with Scorpious' dad.

He chuckled darkly and muttered under his breath, "Poor Scorpious…"

Harry turned away from the doors, raising an eyebrow, "What was that?"

Al shook his head, dispelling the thoughts from it, "Nothing… nothing at all,"