Chapter 8: At Least I'm Trying

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March and April went by quickly. Soon they were nearing the end of May and the end of their first year. Albus only told Anne what happened with James after she convinced him that he would probably feel better afterwards. And even though he refused to admit it, mostly because he didn't want to admit that she was right as usual, he did feel better. They both agreed to not tell Scorpius as they both knew what he could, or would, do if given the chance.

But as they neared the end of the year, Albus began to have an increase of worry. After he had heard what his Uncle had said, and what James had told him, anything to do with Ron became a tense affair. Of course that was only when he saw him, but the downside was that his parents and his Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron were very close. His Aunt and Uncle were his dad's best friends in school. They all joke that his Aunt was the only reason he survived school. And even if it wasn't for his dad and them, his mum and Aunt were close. And his Uncle was his mums brother (while not her favorite, he was the closest to her age and lived the closest).

He knew that his parents would invite them over all of the time. And he didn't wish to see how bad it would be to be around Rose. She was annoying and difficult enough while they were at school, he didn't want to see how bad she could get outside. He didn't mind his younger cousin, Hugo. He never made an effort to be an ass. But even Albus knows that the poor kid is easily influenced and sees his father as the best thing in the world. That he would do anything he asked and believe anything he says. Plus, Albus also knew that if Hugo gets sorted into Gryffindor, James and Rose would take advantage of that fact. Make up lies and make him their perfect little toy.

And knowing how his mother was, he knew he wouldn't be able to hide up in his room. And the more he thought of it, the more he realized that he could just hangout with his little sister. Downside to that was that she had friends of her own that she could hangout with. He could go to Shell Cottage, assuming that Dom would be there. Or he could stay at Weasleys Wizards Wheezes, he knew his Uncle George wouldn't mind. But then again, James and Fred were there a bunch, so he wouldn't be able to get away from them. He never understood Fred. He seemed okay with his sorting, but as the year went on, he became more and more of an ass to Albus.

And then again, he did remember Scorpius mentioning how he was usually bored being an only child and that his parents were okay with him staying over. And if he wanted to go over, they said it was perfectly fine. And there was even Annie. She always talks about how her siblings are annoying and would do anything to get away from them. So he could always steal her away from them if he wanted to. They both could just go and annoy Scorpius even if they wished.

In the end, he decided that he would just figure it all out when it happened.

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Scorpius pulled his tie loose and shed himself of his black robe. "Why the bloody hell is it so hot?"

Albus, who had his tie undone completely and the top two buttons of his top undone, his robe in his arm as well, ran a hand through his hair, something that wasn't helping with this heat. "Because, mother nature knew we were getting too pale and needed more light." Anne rolled her eyes, she brushed her bangs out of her face for what, at least to Albus, seemed like it was the 100th time. "Y'know, there's this thing called a headband that you could use. I'm pretty sure I bought you one for Christmas."

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