OOC: I hope that George's mun doesn't mind that I've used him for this challenge. If there is a problem, I'll rewrite it using a different person.
Albus always knew that staying with either of his twin uncles that something bad would happen. Mind you, some of it he would agree to, some of it he wouldn’t, but this time was beyond what he had expected.
Summer was in full bloom, and Albus stayed with his Uncle George for a few days, to give his parents a much needed break. He sat on the porch, reading a book and enjoying the sunshine. His peace did not last very long.
“Hey Albie, want to be my test subject?”
Albus glanced back to see his uncle standing behind him. He shrugged and looked back down at his book. “I don’t know. It all depends on what will happen to me.”
George sat down next to Albus, pulled the book from his hands and closed it. “Nothing much…” Albus gave him an ‘I don’t believe you’ look. “Seriously! It’s just a small potion that is suppose to change a person into their opposite sex for a little while. An hour, two at most. Please Albus, I really need your help on this.”
Albus sighed. “What do I get out of it?”
“My eternal gratitude…and a big box of chocolate.” A grin flashed across George’s face.
“Also that no one, especially James, hears about this. I want no evidence of this ever happening.”
George put his arm around Albus’ shoulder. “Now would I ever humiliate you like that? Okay, don’t answer that. You have my word that no one will know about this.”
“Alright, give me the potion.” George handed Albus a small vial of a lavender colored liquid. He pulled out the cork and drank the potion in one gulp.
He waited, and nothing happened. “Uncle George, I don’t think this works.”
“You appear to be right…I’ll work on it a bit more, and see what I did wrong.”
Albus grabbed back his book, and stood up. “Okay. It’s been a long day. I’m going up to bed.”
Smiling, George said, “Goodnight, Albie. Rest well.”
“I will. See you tomorrow.” Albus headed back into the house. He read for a bit longer, allowing the sun to set. As soon as his head touched the pillow, Albus was asleep.
~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, Albus woke up, not feeling well at all. He barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up in the toilet. It took all his effort to stand up and make it to the sink to wash his face.
He turned the knob for the hot water, allowing the water to fill up the sink, before splashing some on his face. He grabbed a towel to dry his face. The reflection staring back at him was not what he expected to see. Over night, his body changed from the eleven year old male, to an eleven year old female.
“George! Get up here now!” Albus screamed, then sitting down on the bathroom floor, for standing seemed way too much effort at this moment.
A few minutes later, George busted into the bathroom, and stopped dead. “Dear Merlin! It works!”
“Yes it bloody well works! I feel awful, and want to go back to bed. Help me, please?”
George helped Albus up to his feet, taking great lengths to avoid the small breasts that Albus now sported. After staggering several times, they finally got Albus back into bed.
“Uncle George…I don’t want to be a test subject anymore…”
George put a lock of hair behind Albus’ ear. “Okay, I won’t ask you for a while.”
“Good…” Albus closed his eyes, and fell asleep. George stayed by his bedside, to make sure that everything with his nephew would be alright. Sure enough, in a few hours, Albus changed back into the boy they knew.
Muse: Albus Severus Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 624
OOC: This takes place 50 years after Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Albus is 42 if I can do my math right.
“Minister?”
Albus looked up from the pile of paper work on his desk and saw a pretty young witch standing in his doorway. He vaguely wondered if he forgot an appointment again. It was his assistant’s job to remember the numerous appointments and meetings he had throughout the day. If she was slacking, then maybe he would have to fire her.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Albus asked.
“Sorry to disturb you sir and to come in unannounced.” She extended a hand. “Wilhemina Higgins, Daily Prophet.” Albus stood up and took her hand, then motioned for her to have a seat.
“So, Ms. Higgins. What can I do for you?” Albus sat back in his chair, trying to look threatening and dangerous. He never did enjoy dealing with the press. They tended to twist everything he said.
“Well, Minister Potter. You know that it is coming up on the 50th anniversary of the demise of Voldemort. We, at the Daily Prophet want to do a special article about the past and present wizarding life. A look back on how things were and how things now are. We want a small article from you about your perspective on growing up with having a hero as a father and what you think a villain is.”
Albus lifted an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want this? Because my perspective is different than most. There are some that would probably not agree with what I have to say.”
“Please Minister. It would be most helpful with our story.” Wilhimina gave him her puppy dog eyes, that had gotten her more yeses than anything else.
Albus thought it over, weighing all the different outcomes in his head. Finally, he replied, “Yes, I will write something for you. When do you need it by?”
“Would tomorrow be too soon? We want to run the article in 3 days, on the actual day that Voldemort was killed.”
Nodding, Albus replied, “I can write something up for you before then.” He stood up and extended his hand, which she quickly took. “Good day, Ms Higgins. It was a pleasure meeting you. Now if you will excuse me, I have a meeting to get to.” He quickly walked past her and out his office.
He really did not have a meeting to go to that he knew of. It was more of the fact that he needed to think. Walking around the Ministry of Magic has always helped him organize his thoughts in the past.
Albus walked for a good 20 minutes or so before going back to his office. Thankfully there was no one there. He closed the door and put a locking charm on it in hopes that he would not be disturbed for at least a little bit. Sitting back at his desk, he took out a blank sheet of parchment and his favorite quill and started writing.
I grew up always knowing that Dad and the rest that fought with him were heroes and that Lord Voldemort and the rest of his followers were villains. That is simply the way my world saw things.
Black and white. Side of light and the side of evil. Nothing in between.
The friends I made in school taught me something else. There are also shades of grey. Someone can be good and a villain at the same time, if you look at it from a different perspective. Dad was seen as the enemy by a lot of people when he was 17 and at the same time, he was also seen as being a hero for fighting against those people. Voldemort was a hero in the eyes of the ones that followed him, but was seen as a villain by those that fought against him.
So, what makes a hero or a villain? Only perspective
Albus Severus Potter. Minister of Magic.
Muse: Albus Severus Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 646
“Albus, if you could wish for anything, what would it be?”
“I don’t know. How about: not to be judged by my name and who my father is but by who I am?”
“That’s not very good, silly.”
“I’m not very good at things like this. What would you wish for?”
“I would wish for a million galleons.”
“Why would you want something like that? Can Gringotts even hold that much money?”
“I’m sure they can. Goblins are pretty clever, you know.”
“...I know.”
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“Yes, I did. You just didn’t like the answer.”
“Well, I don’t consider that a real answer. Think of something else.”
“...”
“Albus...”
“What? I’m thinking!”
“I think you are avoiding the question.”
“Am not! Just trying to think of something unique. Money and fame and all the usual things really don’t interest me that much. I’ve seen what fame has done to Dad, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”
“Then just think of something so we can continue on with the game.”
“...How about a legendary prank that would put the way my uncles left Hogwarts to shame.”
“That sounds like fun. Maybe we will get around to it before we leave school.”
“...Maybe.”
Muse: Albus Severus Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 206
Albus thought of the initial idea of the prank. Scorpius helped with the details. George supplied them with the components, and Fred told them the way in. Painted on the walls of the Gryffindor common rooms were the words, “Slytherin Rules,” in silver metallic paint over a dark green background.
Everything went off without a hitch. Albus and Scorpius entered the Gryffindor common room through the secret entrance that Fred told them about, late at night, when all the students would be asleep. They painted the room green, and then wrote the words in as many free places as they could. Holding back snickers, they worked in silence, finishing the prank as quickly as they could.
Once they stepped out of the room, they heard the distinct footsteps of Argus Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts. Both Slytherins looked at each other in horror, for they were still holding the evidence of their pranks in their hands, the paint cans.
Scorpius whispered to Albus, “Run a different direction. He can’t catch both of us.” Then he took off running down a hall with his can of paint.
Taking a moment to realize exactly what was going on, Albus took off in a different direction. He ran up some stairs, hoping that the staircase would not move while he was on it. Luckily, it did not, and Albus found himself on the seventh floor. Not a place he normally would go while running away.
Slowing down, because he did not hear any sign of the pursuing caretaker, Albus walked down a hall. About halfway down the hall, he found an open door, and quickly entered into the room. Albus could not believe his eyes. The room looked as big as the great hall, but was filled with the most odd assortment of objects once could have ever imagined, things students needed to hide. Even though it was night outside, Albus could still see the cathedral stained glass windows along the walls.
He wandered further into the room. Looking at a wall, he noticed faint scorch marks. Sometime ago, a fire was set in this room. Albus shifted the paint can to holding under in one arm, and lightly touched the scorch marks. When he closed his eyes, Albus could almost hear the shouting of teenagers while the room went up in flames around them. Opening his eyes, he wiped away a single tear that fell down his face.
Kneeling down, Albus placed the paint can on the floor, and proceeded to paint over the scorch marks. He did not know why, but he knew somehow this was healing something wrong that happened a long time ago.
Albus worked through the night, until he could no longer keep his eyes open. He thought to himself how nice it would be if he was back in his own bed instead of in a room full of forgotten things. Tiredly, he sat down on the floor, and fell almost instantly asleep with the paint brush still in his hand.
The room changed. Albus was no longer sleeping on the hard cold floor, but instead of a nice comfortable bed, with a dark green blanket over him.
Muse: Albus Severus Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 531
INSTRUCTIONS
01. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
02. I respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.
03. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
( Questions from George )
( Questions from Fred )
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sayshisname or any other incarnation of Harry Potter that feels like responding. Locked from albino_peacocks. Albus would simply die if Scorpius found out about this letter. Thanks, and on to the post.192. Write about a recurring dream you've had. (Or, if you've never had one, write about the most vivid dream you can remember.)
Dear Dad,
I know I haven’t written a letter to you in a long time. School has been keeping me busy, studying for my OWLs and whatnots. Just so you don’t worry, this letter isn’t about school. It’s about advice that a son could only get from his father.
Last night, I had a dream about my best friend Scorpius. It wasn’t a dream that is normal for someone to have about their friend. Normally, when I dream about him, it’s about something we’ve done, like playing Quidditch or going to Hogsmeade or some other everyday activity that one does with their friend.
This dream was different. We were sitting out by the lake. The sun was setting, making the sky look like it was on fire. Scorpius and I were talking about things, like we’ve done for a long time. There was a moment, when we both went silent, and I leaned forward and kissed him. It was one of those perfect moments, when time seemed to stand still. I remember pulling back, stroking his cheek, and then leaning in for another kiss. That is when I woke up.
It was still dark outside and everyone was asleep. For the rest of the night, I couldn’t sleep. All I could do was think about the dream. What kid of person has a dream where they are kissing their best friend? The dream was so vivid, that it felt like it was really happening.
Dad, does this make me gay? Or am I just overreacting to things again? Please write back with advice, and please don’t tell Mom. I would just die if she found out about this.
Love,
Albus
Muse: Albus Severus Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 294
Albus should have learned from all the stories his father told him that wandering around at night in Hogwarts is never a good idea. Unfortunately, the young Slytherin could not sleep and walking around helped before.
He turned a corner, and noticed a door was open slightly. Coming through the door was a small amount of moonlight, although it was coming from the wrong direction. Curious, Albus opened the door and looked into the room. Standing opposite the moonlit windows was a large, full length mirror.
Albus, one who has always examined something new, walked over to the mirror. As soon as he stood in front of it, he noticed that it wasn’t his reflection that looked back at him, but someone that looked closer to his father.
“Dad?” he asked. The reflection shook his head no, and pointed behind him. Albus could read a small plaque that said “Albus Severus Potter, Minister of Magic.” He could not believe it. Him? Minister of Magic? Impossible! Never in his life had he thought about becoming Minister of Magic. Deep down, he had hoped to become something that no one else in his family had become. Not one Potter or Weasley had become Minister that anyone could remember.
Smiling to himself, Albus turned away from the mirror. He worked his was back to the Slytherin dungeons thinking to himself that maybe in 20 years or so, he just might become Minister of Magic.
Muse: Albus Severus Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 241
Albus woke up in his bed in the Slytherin dungeons like he had done every other morning since coming to Hogwarts. Although on this morning, something was not right. When he fell asleep last night, he could have sworn that his feet did not hang over the edge of the bed like they were now. He looked at his hand. It was definitely too big, not at all the child’s hand he had last night.
Albus scurried out of bed and ran for the bathroom. He stared at himself, rubbed his eyes a few times, and almost screamed at the unchanging image. Apparently, some time in the middle of the night, Albus had aged at least 10 years, making him look more like his father than the child he went to bed as.
Not bothering to put on any other clothes, Albus ran through the common room in his pajamas and out the door, startling a few early risers. He ran as fast as he could through the halls on his way to the hospital wing, not really paying attention to who passed him by.
He turned a corner and smacked straight into the one person at Hogwarts he did not want to see, his brother. “James, not now! Don’t have time to mess with you!” Albus tried to get past James, but his brother kept blocking his way.
“Wait! Calm down a moment. You look familiar, and not to mention you look almost exactly like my father. Who are you? Apparently, you know me, but then everyone does.”
Albus took a deep breath to try to calm down. “James, it’s me, Albus, your brother. Something happened last night and I woke up like this. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I am trying to get to the hospital wing so I can go back to being a normal 11 year old boy.” He shoved his older brother out of the way, sending him to the floor because Albus underestimated his strength.
A moment of shock crossed James’ face before anger set in, and he launched himself at the quickly fleeing Albus, sending both boys to the floor in a tangle of fighting limbs. Not long after the fight started, it ended with the intervention of one of the professors.
Breaking off the fight between the brothers took a few binding spells, but in the end, they both calmed down enough to talk to the professor about what happened. She sent Albus on his way to the hospital wing and James back to the Gryffindor dorms, after giving them both detention for a week for fighting in the halls.
A few hours later, a scowling and much younger Albus returned to the Slytherin common room, complaining about how unfair things were that he got detention all because someone played a trick on him with a Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes aging toffee.
Muse: Albus Severus Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 479
187 Which is the more exquisite sensation: revenge, relief, or vindication?
It was late at night, and the only two left in the Slytherin common room were two 1st year misfits. The fireplace burnt down to just embers, casting an eerie glow in the room. Albus’ head rested in Scorpius’ lap, because it was a comfortable position and it would take far too much energy to actually get up and go to bed. Scorpius didn’t mind in the least, for playing with his best friend’s hair gave his hands something to do.
“Albus?”
“Hm?” came Albus’ half asleep reply.
“Want to get back at the Gryffindorks for ruining our potion last Wednesday?”
“How?” Albus’ mind was not working as sharply as it usually does, for being half asleep and Scorpius’ hands had lured him into an almost meditative state.
“I don’t know…pull a prank on them or something. You are usually the one to come up with things like that,” Scorpius replied, haughtily.
“Revenge isn’t much fun though, cuz it will just get them mad and then they will want revenge against us and it will do us no good for then well we all end up in detention, and that is something I would rather avoid.”
Scorpius poked Albus teasingly. “Then what do you suggest, smarty pants.”
Albus sat up with a smirk on his face. “We’re Slytherins, right?” Scorpius gave a big nod, not really following Albus’ train of thought yet. “What are Slytherins known for?”
“Being evil?” Scorpius batted his eyes, attempting to look innocent.“No, silly!” Albus launched himself onto his friend and started tickling him. “We are known for being crafty and ambitious, dimwit!”
Albus stopped tickling his friend and grey eyes gazed into green, both of which had a look of mischievousness within them. “Lets think of something that will get us even, but not land us into detention. That would be sweeter than anything.”
Scorpius smirked, “I like your way of thinking, my friend.”
The two of them then spent half of the night thinking of a plan for getting even with their rivals.
Muse: Albus Severus Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 340
188 Write two letters: One to someone you hurt and the other to someone who hurt you.
Mommy,
I am sorry for all the dishes I have broken over my life because of me being such a klutz. I know they mean a lot to you cuz Grandma Weasley gave them to you on your wedding to Daddy, and every time one slipped from my hands, I could see the hurt and disappointment in me in your eyes. Can you ever forgive me, Mommy? I’ll try really really hard not to break any more dishes and I’m gonna try really really hard in school to make you proud of me. I love you Mommy.
Albie
~~~
James,
Why do you make fun of me for being sorted into Slytherin? It hurts my feelings because they are nothing like what Uncle Ron says they are. I have already made a really good friend named Scorpius, and I would never have made friends with him if I hadn’t been sorted into Slytherin. James, do you still love me as a brother, because right now, I think you hate me? It’s not my fault, really! I was going to do what Daddy did and tell the sorting hat to sort me into Gryffindor, but when the time came, my mind went blank and before I knew it, the hat was shouting “Slytherin!” I still love you, even if you are a Gryffindork.
Albie
Muse: Albus Severus Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 222
189 If you could read my mind…Talk about a conversation when what you said was not what you were thinking.
“Stop crying, little Mommy’s boy.” James looked down at his brother in disgust. Albus Severus had fallen down off of the Muggle swing set in a park near where the Potters lived. James, being the oldest, had the responsibility of looking after his much younger sibling.
“But…but…James…my knee hurts.” Albus continued to cry large big tears. All he wanted was for someone to hold him, like his mother would do whenever he was hurt.
James simply shook his head, and knelt down to look at his brother’s knee. There was a small scrape, nothing to cause this much drama. “Albus, it’s nothing. Get up and stop crying! Otherwise, I’ll take away your stuffed troll doll and throw it in the fireplace.”
“NO! Not my troll. Grammy made that for me!” Albus continued to sop harder, trying to plead with his older brother to not do anything to his favorite toy.
“Then get up sissy-boy. You are spoiling my fun!”
Drawing his knees up and hiding his face, Albus said quietly, “I hate you…”
“What did you say, Albus?”
Gaining a little bit of courage, Albus looked up at James and screamed, “I HATE YOU AND I NEVER WANT TO SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN!” He quickly stood up and ran off, wanting to get away from his brother. Deep down, Albus knew that he did not hate his brother, but sometimes sibling teasing is too much to handle for a small boy.
Muse: Albus Severus Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 241
