Hogwarts Drop Out (Albus Severus Potter)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Within a few months, I had become the boyfriend of Alexandra Hamilton, and it was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

"I need to tell you something," I told her one night as it neared Christmas.

"Go on," Alex told me as she cuddled into my chest.

"I'm a wizard," I said, hoping not to face rejection.

I felt her smile into my chest.

"It's okay, because I'm a witch," Alex laughed, looking up at me.

"Really?" I asked, giddy.

"Really," she replied, her smile bright.

"Alexandra Hamilton, will you be my girlfriend?" I asked her, serious.

"Of course I will, Albus Potter."

I then kissed her lips and felt fireworks come through my veins. The kiss soon ended, much to my disappointment.

"I have to tell everybody at home that I'm in a relationship," I giddily stated.

"Chose a photo of us then to post," Alex smiled.

I took my muggle phone and went onto Facebook.

I chose a picture of Alex on top of my shoulders and putting the star on top of the Christmas tree that Trevor and I put up in our dorm room.

I made the caption "My girlfriend helped me put the star on the tree in my dorm because she lights up my world @Alexandra-Hamilton".

I hit post.

Putting the phone down. I snuggled back into the covers with Alex.

MEANWHILE, AT THE POTTER HOUSEHOLD:

HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW:

"When's Al coming home?" James asked me, sitting next to me, on his phone.

"I think he's flying out tomorrow. His break started today, and he's off for a month."

James nodded.

"Oh my god," James stated.

"What?" I asked him.

"Look at this picture Al just posted! His caption is "My girlfriend helped me put the star on top of the tree in my dorm because she lights up my world @Alexandra-Hamilton". Dad, Al has a girlfriend!" James announced.

"Let me see," I grabbed the phone out of his hands.

It was true, and the thing that shocked me the most wasn't the girlfriend part.

It was the lip ring piercing on his lip.

That was new, but so was what was on his arms.

By his wrist, there was a quote that said "Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints it takes and it takes and it takes" in ink. It was a tattoo.

Up his other arm was the phrase "Talk Less. Smile More" in ink. Another tattoo.

Oh God. Ginny is going to freak out when he comes home.

When I woke up the next day, I heard voices down in the kitchen.

"I'm nervous to meet them. What if they don't like me?" A girl's voice said.

"They are going to love you because I love you. You have no need to worry," I heard Al say, his accent sort of unfamiliar to me.

I made my way down the stairs and saw a girl sitting on the counter. Albus was standing in front of her; her legs were wrapped around his waist. His hands were on her waist.

Their lips connected and it reminded me of when I would kiss Ginny. Full of love.

It soon got very heated between the two, and I remembered the Al was an eighteen year old boy and I know how horny I was at that age. Ginny and I would sneak off everywhere.

As soon as Al began to slide his hands up above the girls waist, I coughed.

"Dad!" Al yelled, his lips unlocking from his girlfriends. The two jumped apart.

"Al!" I yelled back, mimicking his tone.

He blushed.

"Uhm, Dad, this is my girlfriend," Al said, his accent weird.

"I'm Alexandra Hamilton. I go by Alex, though," his girlfriend introduced herself.

She stuck her hand out to me and I shook it.

"Harry Potter," I introduced.

"I can see how you look like your dad, Al, but I can see how much you don't."

"Really?" Al asked, shocked.

"Your eyes aren't shaped like almonds. You have skin that's more fair and lots more freckles. You're the same height, about, but you're taller than him by probably half an inch. And like I said earlier, you have a cute nose," Alex replied.

"How does one have a cute nose?" Al asked her, smiling.

I haven't seen him smile like that for a long time. It was nice.

"I don't know! Plus, I'm pretty sure that your dad doesn't have tattoos and a lip piercing, Al," Alex told him.

"You know your mother is going to freak out when she sees those, right?" I told Al.

Al shrugged. "Hey, I'm eighteen. I am a legal adult in America. If I want to have tattoos, then I can have tattoos."

"Al? Is that you?" Lily's familiar voice cried out.

A fifteen year old red headed figure raced down the stairs. She was practically floating off of the ground in excitement.

"Lily!" Al exclaimed, engulfing her in a hug.

"Whose this?" Lily asked, confused, looking at Alex.

"I'm Alexandra Hamilton, or, Alex. I'm Al's girlfriend," Alex awkwardly stated. Al squeezed her hand in reassurance.

"Are those tattoos, Albus?"