Chapter 18 : Into the Fire
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Chapter 18: Into the Fire
“Al, stop worrying about what Potter thinks of you.” Scorpius told me as we made it back into our dorm. Out the window, I saw a group of merpeople swim past – the first night I was here I nearly screamed when I woke up with the Giant Squid’s eye peaking into our window.
“You know it’s weird that you call him Potter and me Albus.” I said collapsing onto my bed. “It gets rather confusing considering, I respond to both those names.”
Scorpius sighed and sat on his bed. “I’m just saying that Pot–Your brother – is being a prat!”
“James tends to do that when he doesn’t get his way.” I sighed. “I just need to talk to him and make him understand…”
“If he can’t understand the situation on his own, then what’s the point?” Scorpius huffed.
Scorpius seemed more offended by James avoiding me than I was. I, of course, knew James though and understood that with time James would let this blow over. It was just the hurt look on James’ face after the Sorting was haunting me.
Scorpius looked over at me and saw the frown plastered to my face. He seemed to go about a different route to making me feel better. “Tomorrow’s Saturday, do you want to do something?”
I smiled at him. “Sure, would you mind if Rose joined us? She wanted to catch up on my first week and I promised I would set aside some time for her this weekend.”
Scorpius froze. “Are you sure she wouldn’t mind hanging around me?”
“Rose actually asked if you wanted to join us too. I think she realized that we became friends. She’s kind of insightful and noticed that we’ve been sitting with each other.” I told him.
Scorpius nodded. “Okay.”
“I have to go to Hagrid’s for tea in the morning, but I’m free after. I would invite you, but James is supposed to go and I want to try to talk to him afterwards.” I told Scorpius.
Scorpius waved his hands. “I doubt Hagrid would like to have me over for tea…”
Scorpius seemed averted to confronting anyone from his Father’s past. Although Neville seemed to like him alright – I wondered what everyone really thought and I’m sure Scorpius wanted to avoid that topic as long as he could.
“Do you want to go see the Quidditch team tryouts? We can’t join this year, but Zabini told me that they would be holding tryouts this afternoon. What do you think?” Scorpius looked at me. I quickly found out that he – like James and I – snuck his broom to Hogwarts, as well.
I grinned and nodded. “I don’t know why they even have the first years rule.”
Scorpius laughed. “I think it’s because most first years don’t have Quidditch League Mothers.”
I laughed with him. “I suppose so.”
As we made our way down up the stairs from the dungeon I saw Rose heading out the Great Hall, with a bunch of Ravenclaw first years.
“Rose!” I shouted over the bickering fifth years to our right.
Rose turned her head and smiled. She waved goodbye to her friends and ran over to hug me tightly.
“I didn’t expect to see you until tomorrow.” Rose turned to Scorpius. “Hello, Scorpius.”
“H-hello Rose.” Scorpius stuttered. “How are you?”
“Well enough.” She smiled at him. “I just had dinner with Dom and Amelia, they really clicked fast.”
“Amelia?” I asked.
“Yes, Dom’s friend.” Rose said.
“Dom doesn’t have friends…” I said in disbelief. “Dom doesn’t even like people. She told me so on multiple occasions.”
“Well, her and Amelia are certainly friends. Plus most first years seem to like her at the Gryffindor table.” Rose dragged me over to the entrance of the Great Hall and pointed out Dom. Sure enough – Dominique was sitting with the same dark haired girl from the sorting, and they were surrounded by a lot of people. I stared for a while, watching Dominique talking animatedly to those around her, laughing every so often with this Amelia girl.
Scorpius looked around my shoulder and frowned. “That’s the same girl that sat with us for a while on the train?”
Rose turned to him. “Oh, you met her too?” Scorpius nodded. “She’s quite the handful, but she seems much livelier than I’ve ever seen her. Perhaps she just needed a good friend?”
“If I knew that this was all Dom needed than I would have found her one ages ago.” I took a step back from the Hall and leaned against the wall.
Rose laughed. “Dom isn’t all bad, she’s actually nice.”
“When has Dom ever been nice?” I raised an eyebrow at Rose.
“Well, for starters she looks after her brother and sister really well.” Rose put out there.
“She loves them though, she would also kill for them, that doesn’t make her gestures nice.” I countered.
“She told off James for you when he turned everything in your room upside down.” Rose said.
“She loves to fight with James!” I said, still not believing that Dominique was a nice person after all this time. “He’s the only one as hard-headed as she is and the only one who will fight with her.”
“Honestly, Al.” Rose crossed her arms. “You just see the negative side of everything.”
“And you only see the good in everyone.” I smiled.
She smiled back. “I just know not to judge a book by its cover by now.”
“You read plenty to know.” I laughed.
“Oh hush, Al.” Rose laughed with me, playfully hitting my arm.
Rose was easy to talk to. Even if we had a disagreement we never really fought. We just voiced our opinions and laughed them off afterwards.
Suddenly from beside me, I heard Scorpius let out a low hiss. I looked at him and followed his hard gaze to the stairs. Coming down them was Fred and James. They were both smiling and talking, but a feeling deep in my chest came up.
Scorpius looked at me and then turned to Rose.
“Rose, we have to go outside…now.” He stressed to her and started pulling me toward the doors leading outside to the castle courtyard.
“What?” She said following us. She then took in my expression and followed my gaze. “OH!” She took my other arm and started dragging me toward the door with Scorpius. I walked sluggishly behind them, until James saw use – then I bolted – leaving Scorpius and Rose behind.
“ALBUS!” James shouted just as I reached the doors, I froze. His voice didn’t seem angry anymore…almost…concerned?
I didn’t dwell long on these thoughts, Scorpius reached them a second after me and shoved them open, pushing me through in the process.
“Sorry, James!” I heard Rose’s voice from behind us. “Al left his bag in Herbology and we have to go get it. See you later!”
A few moments later Rose shut the doors behind us and she looked at me with a worried expression.
“James will come around, Al…”
“I know.” I told her.
“Who cares what Potter thinks?” Scorpius said after me.
I laughed. “Which Potter?”
Scorpius obviously didn’t find it as funny as me. “You know which one I mean.”
Rose laughed too. “James, is just like this. If Dom can become the most popular girl in the school overnight, James can get over you being in Slytherin.”
I smiled at her and nodded.
A little frown formed dropping the corner of her lips. “Have you told your parents, yet?”
I frowned too and shook my head. “I just sent them an Owl saying first week was good. I also sent a letter to Lily, but I didn’t mention what house I was put in.”
“Same, I haven’t told my parents either.” Rose gave me a sad smile. I remembered her Father’s words to her and I could tell they bothered her more than she let on.
Scorpius shrugged. “I told my parents…”
I smiled at him. “Yes, but would you have told them if you were put in Gryffindor?”
“Well, we can’t just stay here all night.” Rose said finally. “Where were you boys off to before you found me?”
“We were just going to the Quidditch Pitch; the Slytherin team is holding Try–”
“Shush!” Scorpius interrupted me.
Rose laughed. “Hmm…” She said to herself. “What could the Slytherin Quidditch team possibly be holding? Try…Try? That’s a tough one.” She mused.
“Nice going Al…” Scorpius told me.
“Honestly, boys. I’m not a spy for the Ravenclaw team.” Rose waved her hands in the air.
“And that’s exactly what a spy would say!” I joked. Scorpius nodded, taking my comment seriously.
Rose giggled. “You know I don’t even like Quidditch, not since I played with Fred last time…”
I grimaced at the memory. Fred somehow stole James’s broom mid-air and rode them both through the center goal – claiming that this also got him one-hundred and fifty points. James fell on Rose’s broom, when we were trying to catch him and they both crashed into a tree. Rose didn’t play much with us after that.
Rose shook her head, repressing the memory again, then turned to us. “Do you mind if I join you guys? I promise I won’t say anything to the Ravenclaw blokes on the Quidditch team, and there is no rules saying we can’t watch tryouts. Only practices.”
I looked at Scorpius. “Well she broke our ‘top secret code,’ so we might as well all go together.”
Scorpius frowned, but nodded.
Rose smiled and took our arms pulling us to the Pitch. On our way, she talked about her classes and friends. She seemed to get along very well with almost all of the students in her dorm. I found out our mother’s friend, Luna, had two boys a year older than us in James’s year. She also noted a boy named Corner who’s Father and Mother seemed to know my parents.
“I believe that he said your Dad dated his Mother and your Mom dated his Father…” Rose mused.
“That sounds awful!” Scorpius commented. “Is is true?” He asked me.
I shrugged. “I don’t know who they dated. Uncle George teases Mom about everyone she dated, but no names come up.”
“Oh! It looks like the Tryouts already started!” Rose pointed as we reached the field.
Scorpius’ face lit up and pulled me up to the seats. Rose followed us happily joining us in the highest seats.
Tryouts looked like they just started. I saw a few in green Quidditch robes – indicating that those were the ones who were already on the team. My eyes followed the player that set up an example course in the middle of the field. Scorpius pointed excitedly to all the players – Rose and I laughed as he talked.
“Are you going to join the team then next year?” Rose asked.
“Of course!” Scorpius gave her a look, like she was asking a redundant question. Rose giggled.
“And I suppose it’s safe to assume that you are joining too, Al.” Rose gave me an all-knowing look.
My face got red. “I think so…”
“Are you worried about playing against James?” Rose guessed right.
I nodded and she dropped that subject.
“What position do you want to get Scorpius?”
“Chaser!” Scorpius told Rose, his eyes not leaving the current batch of Chasers zooming around the Pitch. I watched with him as one ran into a goal post.
“That’s perfect then!” Rose clapped. “Al’s a Seeker if I’ve ever seen one!”
Scorpius turned to her with a surprised expression. “Al told me that he isn’t that good.”
Rose turned to me and frowned. I became very interested in the Quaffle that just fell to the ground. Rose smacked my arm and I flinched away from her – rubbing it. “Ow…”
“Al is just being modest. He’s the best!” Rose elbowed me in the side.
“How do you know?” I asked. Rose didn’t like Quidditch as much as my other cousins and typically when she saw the family play, it was James and Fred messing around – inviting new and improved ways of hurting each other.
“Lily and James praise you all the time. Plus last Christmas you caught the Snitch in a vertical dive after Fred and James broke your nose – you know after James through the Quaffle at Fred and he hit it with his Beater’s Bat.” Rose said matter-of-factly. “It doesn’t take a Quidditch pro to know that you have skill, Al”
I shrugged, but Scorpius seemed impressed as he turned to me. “Did you really?”
Before I could answer, Rose chimed in again, not done selling me.
“He did, and he also makes a fair Chaser if needed. Not as good as James – but he has the reflexes and ability to take a hit or two.”
“Only because Fred isn’t the nicest Beater…” I cringed at the memories of all the times I’ve been on the receiving end of his Bludgers.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were so good?” Scorpius asked, slightly annoyed that he didn’t know all of this about me. “You’ve been selling yourself short!”
I shrugged again, not answering. Rose was doing a better job of answering for me.
“That’s just Al!” She grinned at me.
I rolled my eyes at my favorite cousin. “Thanks Rose.”
The three of us returned back to watching the Pitch. One of the Players in green – the caption I’m guessing – dismissed a lot of students and shook his head returning back to the others.
“What are you three doing!”
The three of us turned to see a girl in the Slytherin Quidditch uniform flying up to our part of the seats. She neatly landed on the seats and walked over to us. She took in the crest our robes.
“If you wanted to join – we are about to wrap things up, as for the Ravenclaw girl – this is a Slytherin Tryout.” She said pointing down to the field.
“We’re just watching. All of us are first years.” Rose told her sweetly.
“Are you interested in joining next year?” The girl asked Scorpius and me.
Scorpius nodded vigorously. I shrugged. Rose elbowed me in the side again.
“Would you like to tryout now?”
“YES!” Scorpius nearly screamed.
She backed off a little bit. “Keep your robes on, alright?” She looked down to the Pitch. “We just had a horrid turn out and we four new players. Our caption is freaking out. I was just kidding though.” Scorpius face fell, she noticed. “Sorry…”
“Flint wants us!” Another player joined her now. I recognized him at once from the train, Geoffrey Goyle.
“Tell him it’s hopeless, best we can do is train them!” The girl groaned.
Goyle looked at the three of us. His eyes fell on Scorpius.
“Malfoy.” He nodded.
“Goyle.” Scorpius nodded back.
Goyle’s eyes darted to me and Rose and then shifted back to Scorpius. “Why didn’t you tryout?”
“I’m a first year.” Scorpius said sadly. I guess Goyle knew that Scorpius loved Quidditch.
“Well, I don’t really see that point of the first year rule if Potter joined last year.” I jumped a little, when Goyle said Potter.
The girl raised an eyebrow at me, but didn’t say anything about it, instead she just turned to Goyle. “Well, Potter can fly. You can’t deny that Goyle.”
Goyle glared but seemed to nod.
“What if you had an equally good flier compared to James?” Rose asked peaking around my shoulder at them. They both looked at her confused. “Potter, I mean…” She corrected.
The girl laughed. “I would bet our crazy caption would put him on the team, without a seconds thought.”
“And if there was two?” Rose grinned at me and Scorpius.
“You’re kidding.” Goyle asked looking between me and Scorpius. “I can understand Scorpius. I’ve seen him practice before – but that scrawny little kid.” He said pointing to me.
“Al’s an excellent Seeker!” Scorpius said in my defense.
“And his older brother is James Potter…” Rose slipped in there.
That shut Goyle and the girl up. I turned to Rose.
“Was that really necessary Rose?” I asked. She gave me a nod, not taking her eyes off of Goyle or the girl.
The girl turned to Goyle. “What do you think? Should we let Flint know?”
Goyle’s eyes were on me now and I stared back at him. Something crossed over his face before he turned back to her and nodded.
The next morning I got up early. Hagrid had sent me a message about having breakfast and tea – noting that James had Quidditch tryouts that night.
I got out of bed and looked at the time, pulling my watch out from under my pillow – it was still way too early, but I was already wide awake. I groaned and swung my feet to the floor. I could hear Scorpius’ muffled breathing from the bed next to mind and the quite snores from the other boys in the dorm.
I grabbed my wand and book bag, then proceeded to tip-toe downstairs.
Once I reach the Slytherin Common Room – I sat on the sofa closest to the fireplace and pulled out my Defense Against the Dark Arts book and started reading from where I left off yesterday.
Professor Lowsley was one of my more interesting teachers. Unlike James and Teddy – I didn’t challenge him to a duel – I knew the outcome wouldn’t be in my favor. Teddy was quick with spells and James was cleaver in a tough spot. I could see them both having the ego and ability to take on Lowsley if they needed to. I, on the other hand, didn’t like an unfair fight. Which was just what dueling a teacher would be at my age. He was interesting though, his teaching method was more hands-on practice including application and it is the best for a class of our size and age – so I felt like I should apply my studies to this class and learn the concepts beforehand – hopefully, by the time I’m able to apply them I’ll be better prepared than both James and Teddy.
Just as I began reading about disarming – something both James and I learned from our Dad already – I heard a voice from behind me.
“What do you think you are doing in the Slytherin Common Room, Potter?”
I turned around at the sound of my name. There was no one behind me. No one. Just portraits.
“Hello?” I said looking around, setting my book down and slowly getting up.
“Over here, Potter.”
My head snapped to the portrait of a man who had shoulder length black hair, a hooked nose and dark eye. I swear I’ve never seen the man in that portrait before, but he looked familiar.
“Oh, hello.” I said politely, trying to send him a friendly smile. Even though he was frowning at me.
“Yes, yes, hello. Now what are you doing here, Potter?” The man asked again.
“I’m sorry, but how do you know my name?” I asked.
The portrait rolled his dark eyes and glared at me. “You are identical to your father, he too had black hair and green eyes. The only difference is you don’t have glasses or a scar.”
“Oh…I see.” I don’t think he liked me that much, or my father for that matter.
“Now, what are you doing here?” He asked again.
“Umm…this is my Common Room.” I said slowly.
“I’m in Slytherin.” I said softly.
“Impossible, you’re a Potter.”
“My Dad said it didn’t matter to him what house I was sorted in. He said that the hat wanted to put him in Slytherin too. It was my choice and…and I wanted to be different.” I felt rather silly for explaining this all to a portrait. “Although my brother isn’t too happy…” I finished softly, thinking about James’ reaction.
The portrait was silent now, like he was calculating or just in deep thought. He looked up finally after a minute.
“What is your name?”
“I thought you knew my name?” I told him. He glared.
“Typical. Potter would name his spawn off of his dead heroes he idealizes. Makes me sick, that is if a portrait could get sick.”
I felt mad now. My father named me after two brave men and I wasn’t going to let some portrait put them down. “I was named after two great Headmasters, sir. And I will not let you talk bad about either of them. My name is Albus Severus Potter and I plan to live up to my name.”
After I was done yelling the portraits head snapped to me and looked at me with wide horrified eyes.
“What did you just say?”
“I said, ‘I plan to-’”
“Not that boy. Your full name?”
I looked at him confused now. “Albus Severus Potter.”
His eyes seemed to be bulging out of his portrait. “So…you were named after Albus Dumbledore and-and Severus Snape?”
“Yes, of course.”
The portrait let out a stream of unpleasant cuss words that I had not even heard my brother use before. When he was done he started to leave.
“Where are you going now?” I asked.
He turned to me and glared. “I’m going to find a way to communicate with your Father and let him know that I want him to change your name affected at once, because I did not give him such permission to use my name.”
“Your name?” I asked.
“Yes,” He pursued his thin lips before he said. “I’m Severus Snape.”
After that he left me alone gapping after him.
My dad named me after that? I stared at the empty portrait in disbelief.
After I recovered I went back to my spot and slammed my book shut. There was no way I could study after that…
I took my bag upstairs and go dressed. It was Saturday and by now I was probably allowed to walk around the castle…not that anyone would be up right now.
I didn’t feel like eating yet, so I decided to go for a nice quiet walk outside. The sun was just coming up over the castle and the morning wind hit me. It wasn’t too cold or anything, but I pulled my robes closer around me as I walked down the steps leading toward the Quidditch field.
I laughed thinking that James was crazy enough to steal Polyjuice Potion to join last year. I overheard James and Sirius joking about this during the summer. Sirius seemed to really bail him out last year and I wonder if he would be doing the same this year. Then again from what I could tell they weren’t talking.
I felt a little guilty and wondered if it was my fault.
I walked past the Quidditch field and head toward Hagrid’s hut. Maybe, I could help him make tea before James arrives…or even help make breakfast.
The wind blew a little harder and I turned my head away from it. That when something caught my eye off in the distance. It was so quick that I wondered if I was seeing things – so I walked a little closer to the point I thought I saw it.
It wasn’t until my arm brushed a branch – when I realized that I was on the borders of the Forbidden Forest. I looked back worried for a moment when I heard something and saw movement again.
My curiosity reached its limit and I headed deeper into the Forest. It started getting darker and darker – the trees began to change and I reached into my pocket for my wand.
“Lumos.” I flicked it and a light appeared at the end of it.
The surrounding area was lit up, but that didn’t help much. The light created more shadows that made seeing movement almost impossible.
I decided that it was useless to go any farther – I would just end up getting lost.
As I turned around I felt a breeze shoot past my right ear. The shock made me drop my wand – I looked to the tree ahead of me and slightly to the right, an arrow was freshly embedded into its trunk. I turned back around and saw them approaching me in a semi-circle – Centaurs.
“This one looks young! Hardly old enough to go to school here.” Said the Centaur to my right.
“Despite his looks, he made it this deep into the Forest. We should deal with him quickly.” The Centaur loading an arrow said. I’m guessing that he was the one who shot the last one.
“Firenze wouldn’t approve!”
“Firenze isn’t here and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
I looked up at them, unsure about what was happening. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go this far into the Forest. I’m not here to disturb you!”
“Quiet Human!” The one who shot an arrow at me said. “We fire on my count.”
“We can’t just kill him!”
“We can and will – would you like to join him?”
The other Centaurs hushed all protest at that and raised their bows pointing them at me.
“On my mark – One – Two – THREE!”
As the arrows began to fire at me I closed my eyes. So this would be how I died? I didn’t even get a chance to live…I wanted to live…
That’s when I felt warm. My eyes flew open to see all the arrows turn to ash before my eyes. I was engulfed in a fire, but it didn’t burn me.
(A/N) Hmm…I guess I just like cliffhangers with Albus. This isn’t too much of a cliffhanger though, right? I really like writing Albus. He’s so adorable in my head and writing him is just too much fun. Anyways, what do you think? Albus is kind of in a bit of a pickle toward the end. Wonder what that was… :)
Also what did you think of Albus and Snape? I rather enjoyed that encounter and was wondering what your thoughts were on the matter. :D
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