Potters And The Next Generation

A Crazy Lover

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

Albus

I woke up to a knock and shuffled on the floor by the door. Jason was under the blanket, seemingly still bare so I crawled up to him, tapping his head.

"Hey, wake up."

He groaned, sitting up with my blanket still around him. What worried me was the long scar on his forehead, running from his temple to the middle of his forehead surface. It had a bit of blood pooling and half was clotted.

"The heat must've fixed most of it." I sighed and placed my trousers and handed his shirt to him. He quickly wore his clothes and started folding the sheet by the time I opened the door.

"Oh, morning, mum." I greeted.

"Good morning, Mrs. Potter." Jason spoke, holding the towel to his head. Mum walked past me to him, "What happened?" She requested to hold the towel away, and hissed at the wound.

"I f-fell off the stairs when I was going for some water... erm, Albus took care of me."

"Honey, you could've used some bandage." She checked the wound again, "I can fix it." She smiled and I nodded, "Come on." She placed an arm around his shoulders, guiding him out of my room.

Question is... what if it leaves a mark?

***

As expected, I was always right about the worst things and when Mum healed it with the potion, he still had the scar.

"M-Maybe it's not healing because it's a muggle injury, you know?" I suggested and she nodded. She wasn't believing me but she let it go. I was surprised why but then again, I didn't want to prod further.

"Does it hurt?" She asked and Jason shook his head, his eyes swollen and he still seemed exhausted, "What do you want to eat, Jason?"

"Oh, it's fine, whatever is there for breakfast."

"Nah, we have a rule that whoever is injured, gets to choose a meal for themselves." She chuckled.

He blushed and Mum waited.

"Erm, I used to make these waffles made out of sausage and egg, pressed with some parsley and Chilli peppers. Do you mind if I help make it?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh, that sounds good!" Mum beamed, "If you want to help me, I'd love a demonstration." She stood and Jason followed happily.

I released a breath of relief and heard footsteps. Dad came down in a suit and I straightened. I pointed at my forehead and he greeted morning. Jason turned and Dad squinted.

"Jason, what happened?" He played along.

"Not sure but Jason says he fell off the stairs in the middle of the night, so Albus helped him." Mum answered.

"Hmm. Scar's gonna be there a while." He nodded.

"Good morning!" Lily hopped in.

"Jeez Lil, where's the circus?" James yawned coming in, "Something smells good."

"We're making Jason's special waffles. Have a seat." Mum pointed at the coffee.

Not long after they sat that Jason laid a plate of a stack of delicious looking waffles. He placed a bowl of a some beige sauce and we all looked at him.

"It'll taste good." He shrugged.

***

"So? Who's gonna start?" Dad asked as we sat in his office in our library in the attic which was probably the most private place in his jurisdiction.