(Albus and Alex) Frustrated

[James Potter]

James was walking along the first floor with his soccer ball under his arm. He was sporting muggle clothes of a football jersey and his favorite pair of dark denim jeans. He has no idea why but he seams to like the Dolphins. He just adored the team. But his favorite sport of the most is soccer. Mainly because he could put all of his frustration into a kick and send it flying with the soccer ball across the field. He mainly did that when his two younger brothers are being a pain in the butt which was so often he ended up bringing a soccer ball with him to Hogwarts.

Some of his friends thought he was crazy for liking muggle sports but his father seems to think it’s fine. Ever since the lost of their mother he had been needing to kick the ball even more. He had taken place in the war and came out of the war pretty good. He had a few scrapes but that was it and he didn’t mind it much and he was glad. He had received his father’s dark and messy hair while he received his mother’s brown eyes. Her eyes were brown. It seemed like he was his father’s pride but he didn’t really mind. Someone had to like their father. Even if he did hit Albus.

He wondered why he had hit Albus though. It didn’t seem like their father to do something like that. He must have had a bad day that day and took it out on him. He always loved his father. James was a daddy’s boy and he knows it. And always will be. He loved his father and grew up to be just like him. Only thing different was that he wants to become a Professional baseball or soccer player when he grows up. And maybe after that he would become an Auror like his father. And maybe someday the head of Aurors just like his father.

He does have a bit of Weasley blood in him though. He got his love of pranks from that side of the family. He cares about his family even if some of them are a bit mean to their father. He cares about Albus and Alex no matter how mad they are at their father. He had no clue though that his father had hit Albus and knew he would have to speak to his father about that. He may not like what his brothers does but he still cares about them. And he isn’t about to leave their dad alone just because his twin brothers want him too. Of course they maybe a bit mad at him for still liking their father but he’s a lot like him and he knew it. Especially with the hair.

He stopped in the hallways and leaned against the wall and slid down and sat there and placed his head into his hands against his knees. He was trying to make since of everything. He had just found out from Alex that Albus had been hit by their father. He didn’t like that one bit. He couldn’t figure out why their father would hit one of his own kids. His grandpa has never done that to any of his kids. And he was pretty sure his other dead grandfather wouldn’t have done that either. So where did he get that from. It wasn’t like him to be the way he was. He was in a slump and actually got all of his homework done for a change. He thought working on his homework would get him distracted from his thoughts but it did not work. Well it worked for a while until he was done with it.

He looked up and realized that he had his soccer ball next to him. He stood up and just kicked it down as far as he could. It was a long hallway so who knows where it would end up. He didn’t care that it was inside the school. He didn’t care if he would received a detention for it either. All he knew was that he was frustrated and he needed to get it out of him before he explodes and hit someone himself. He of course wouldn’t hit his father. He maybe just like dad which meant he got his temper and that was the only thing he did not like. Running after the ball he dribbled the down the hallway with his feet. All the frustration was getting out of him and he was beginning to feel more like himself with every kick. Of course his mother before she died had wished he would find another way to get his frustration out. But nothing worked no matter what he tried nothing worked but kicking a soccer ball even if it was inside the house.

She had always told him to stop kicking the ball inside the house and would have to get Harry to get him outside with the soccer ball. No one had any idea where he picked up a love for muggle things or sports but he did. But he knew where he got his love of muggle sports and it started when he was five. In fact along one of the walls was his trophies from little league and the muggle school he had attended before Hogwarts. Some how he is like his father and his grandfather Arthur. And has a bit of Uncle George inside him. Three different guys and he still has his own personality. What he got from his father was his looks and temper, from his grandfather Arthur the love of muggle objects, and from his Uncle George his love of pranks. In fact he was considered a prankster prince knowing that his Uncle George is the Prankster King. His own personality is the love of muggle Sports and photography.

After an half hour he felt better and his forehead was full of sweat. Wiping his forehead he finally had a smile on his face. ]”The next time I see Albus or Alex I’m going to ask them if it really is true about dad hitting Albus.” he told a portrait in front of him who had a look of disgust. ”Hasn’t your mother told you not to play ball in the hallways?” the portrait asked him for a moment. ”Yeah but it hasn’t stopped me sir. I only do that when I’m frustrated!” he told the portrait. ”Wait a minute why am I speaking to a portrait of someone dead for?” he asked himself and walked away and leaned against a wall that had no portraits. Man I must be crazy to talk to a portrait. he thought to himself for a moment before he heard some footsteps coming his direction.

((OOC: Sorry for a long one but it just seemed like a good idea!))

[Albus Severus Potter]

Albus sat by the grave. It was hard, not having his mother around to stand up for him to his father. His mother didn’t like Slytherins, but she had liked Albus. She had hated the way his father disowned him without consulting her and how mean he was to him. He wished his mother was still around, wished that Potter was brave and strong enough to protect her. He also blamed himself. He hadn’t fought in the war. He had disappeared because he hadn’t wanted to fight his family. Not too many people know that because he didn’t want them to know. If anybody asked, he always told them that he had left on official business, to Switzerland or some other place.

He touched her name and bowed his head, apologizing for not being there to protect her, apologizing for the fact that she had married a wimp. She married someone that was worse than Albus, someone that didn’t know how to be a father and didn’t care about his kids. He still remembered when he got hit for only reminding his father that he had been born on March 27, the same day that James Potter had been born. He’d been beaten, in the presence of Ron, before being arrested, just because he was in the Gang and refused to join the Army. What kind of a father would beat their kids? It wasn’t right. Harry needed parenting lessons. When he became a father, Albus knew that he would never hit his kids. Then again, his kids will be evil. He won’t tolerate having Army brats.

Albus sighed, wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up. “I got to go back to school, Mum. I miss you. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I should’ve stayed and fought to protect you.” He then ran from the cemetery to privacy, so he could cry like a baby. That was something that he hated showing people. He had never cried in front of anyone and never would. Nobody could hold the weakness against him. Anybody that cried was weak and he refused to show that he was weak. After all, he’s Severus Potter. He couldn’t be weak. It was unacceptable.

After composing himself and making sure that nobody could tell that he cried, Albus started back to school. If he had his way, he wouldn’t be at school anymore, but Percy was his boss and he wanted him to stay. No death eater could be a Hogwarts drop out. They all had to have seven years or complete seven years to be a death eater, which means that Eddie couldn’t drop out either. Well, one more year wouldn’t hurt them. It was just so boring, trying to find something to do. Most of the fun things that had all used up. That’s why he tended to go to his friends for ideas, if they had any.

It was a pretty long walk back to the school, but he could handle it. He wore his red framed gla*ses, so he could see things better. He didn’t like wearing them because they made him look exactly like his father and he hated that. He already had everything from his dad, except his height, thank goodness. His dad was short. Anyways, Albus already had the messy black hair, the green eyes and almost everything else. And he could speak parseltongue. Though he was afraid of snakes, it did come in handy. He could get Louis’ pet snake to attack James. It was poisonous, though not too many people knew that. His snake wasn’t supposed to be poisonous.

He finally made it to the school and asked Miles to go up to the sixth year dorm and get Louis’ snake for him. He was going to find his brother and scare the pants off the wimp, father lover. It was going to be so funny. Too bad Louis wasn’t around to watch the fun unfold. Or Eddie either. He was sure that they would hate missing it. Well, he could do it again. They often played a joke like that on people. It was so much fun, watching them scream and run off in horror. It was a way to get Albus over his fear of snakes. He’d had it since he was a kid, but it wasn’t too bad now. It was a little better.

He walked around the school, looking for his goody-two-shoes of an alleged brother. He couldn’t be sure if James really was his brother. He could be adopted. In fact, he probably was. Sure, he looked somewhat like Harry, but there were a lot of people with brown hair and brown eyes. It was common. Albus liked that thought. He may be the eldest of the Potter family. If James was adopted, he didn’t count as a member. He didn’t have their blood.

He finally found him on level one and he quickly hid, so James wouldn’t see him. He let the snake go and hissed at him to go after James. He stayed where he was, speaking softly in parseltongue, telling the snake to attack James. He couldn’t wait to see James’ reaction to this.

[alex]

Alexander leaned against the wall as he watched James he hated his older brother with a pa*sion and wished that he could have killed him in the war, but after Alex failed to protect his mother he dropped out of the war and disappeared only to return when Percy dragged him back saying that his mother would want him in school, Percy was more of a father to Alex then Harry was. If it wasn’t for Percy Alexander would have killed himself or worse even when he was on the street’s it was Percy that looked for him not his no good for nothing of a father.

Smirking when he watched Albus show up with Louis’s snake, it a*sumed him how his twin was always out to scare the day lights out of the older boy for some odd reason only Alex and Albus could speak to snakes like their father while Lily and James could not. Watching from dark corner Xander was not ready to make himself knew to the two boys. Truth be told Alexander was pissed at his twin for disappearing on him they were twin and should be together in things and yet instead of coming to him for help her ran away only to come to him after. Shaking his head he tried not to think about the anger he held in side.

Coughing a little to that them know that he was there he walked out and over to stand next to Albus he watched again in silence only to laugh darkly at the fact that himself and his twin were always out t scare their family though the sad part was Albus would not hurt them where Alex was planning on killing James and Harry and making a better life for Lily and Albus. Deciding it was better he didn’t talk he just stood there like there was a mirror next to Albus.

[James Potter]

James sat there lost in thought. Still thinking of their father and his siblings. He couldn't picture their father hitting one of their kids. While he was thinking about that he had began to roll the ball against the wall and it would roll back to him which made him happy. He was still down a bit and he was beginning to wonder if he was crazy for not believeing his brothers. I mean there was two of them and only one of Harry. Who was telling the truth.

He had no idea though that both of his brothers were near by and not only that but that there was a snake heading his way. He suddenly thought of something. Why is most of my family in the Gang and not he DA? he thought to himself. He thought he had heard a hissing sound near by and looked in the direction of the sound and saw a Snake. "Snake!" he said in a shaky voice as he got up pretty quickly and started to walk backwards a bit. He had no idea that one of his brothers were also planning on trying to kill him.

Having the ball in his hand he decided to throw that at the snake or at least near the snake. The ball landed near the snake but not near enough to harm him but enough to scare him and unfortunately he couldn't speak snake like his father. Must have gotten his mother's genes. Still walking backwards a lot of things he had done in the past had came to his mind. He wanted kids and he wanted to have a wife. He wanted a whole lot more things than he was having. And then he stopped for a moment. He regnoigzed the snake.

He still didn't like the snake at all but at least he was a bit calmer. Heart still pounding he decided to walk the other direction and kept his eyes off of it like he was terrifed of the snake. He began to wonder if his brothers were near by and wanted to find out. Walking backwards he realized that the snake was trying to go after him. "Someone must have told you to go after me, who was it?" he asked the snake forgetting that he can't understand snake. Tripping over his own soccer ball which he had forgottent that he tossed it at the snake. "And that is why we don't play ball inside Boy!" the portrait who told him off before told him. "Oh just shut up or I'll burn your picture frame!" he told the frame and looked for the snake again. He took out his wand and pointed it at the snake. "Stupefy!" and the charm hit the snake! "Okay dear brother's of mine that was a good one you can come out of hiding now!" he said with a frown. He then thought of something. "Besides I need to ask a question to Al- I mean Sevvie!" he said with a small smile.