James P.O.V.
As I watched my brother walk to the slytheryn table, as I saw him walk downstairs to the dungeons instead of upstairs with gryffyndoor and as I lay in my four poster bed that night looking into the deep velvety red above, I couldn't help but think to myself that it had been only a joke. A vain and non-funny joke nevertheless. But it was a joke. I didn't want him to be in slytheryn. Why oh why, my little brother, Albus Severus Potter, why him?
Albus' P.O.V.
"I should be seeing red right now, not green," I thought to myself as I lay in what is not meant to be my bed.
It was beginning to get colder now it is September and autumn. The house elves had placed an extra blanket on top of the already existing one and even though it was extremely comfortable it didn't let me stay still or get any sleep.
That morning I still wasn't asleep so I decided to go to the common room. But suddenly I wish I hadn't. Malfoys son was there, my father and his have an ok relationship but Tom and I never ever have actually liked each other. I then decide to have an early breakfast so I head for the door but before I can even turn around I hear that his spotted me.
