Yours, Mine, and a Headache?

Written for hd_and_sons Back to Hogwarts Challenge Week #2. Also thank to elfwreck for the beta work, all other errors are mine.

Note I want to point out again, Albus is overage (18) as I don't write chan.

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Rick sat down at his first class of the day: Potions, or so his schedule said. He took it out and looked at it one more time; he was putting it away when the door banged open and in came what he presumed was his Potions teacher. He was mentally comparing his grandfather to Professor Snape when Albus leaned over.

“Did I tell you I am named after him?” Albus mock-whispered, indicating the professor.

He raised an eyebrow. “No.”

Albus was opening his mouth to reply when the dry sarcastic voice sneered from beside them.

“Are you done disrupting my class, Potter?”

Albus looked up at his uncle and smiled, “Sorry.”

Severus glowered. “Five points from Slytherin, Mr. Potter, for interrupting my class.”

Severus left, murmuring about decency and Potters. Albus unrepentantly just smiled at Rick.

“Yeah, I am, and aside from that, he is also my honorary uncle,” Albus whispered, cringing when Severus screamed Albus' name, followed by another ten points from Slytherin.

Rick was reading from his book of potions and trying to do a simple potion that, according to Albus, they had done during their first year at Hogwarts. He scrunched up his nose when the foul smell hit him right on. He looked down at the notes again, but he couldn’t decide what had gone wrong. His potion didn’t look light pink like the notes indicated it should; it looked more like a slimy green.

“Mr. Coulson, I see that you added the dragon scales before lowering your heat,” the professor said from the side.

“Oh, is that what I did wrong? That explains it.” He looked up and then down at his now-ruined potion. “Sorry; I was trying to find the reason. Thanks.”

“Next time, pay attention to the notes.” With that said, the professor left in a swirl of cape.

“Wow, I think you’re the first person he didn’t scream at,” Albus said.

“I don’t understand.”

“Uncle Severus always screams at all of use who, one,” he counted on his fingers, “don’t pay attention and two, don’t do well in the potions.” Albus smiled. “Congratulations, you have survived Potions.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

Hello dads,

Father, I have met someone (no, Uncle Tony, not romantically) who would be a perfect match for grandfather's verbal sparring; I think he knows his away around subtle jabs. I think you’ll like him too.

Dad, the groundskeeper told my friend Albus that they make magical arrows. I think you’ll love them; once they hit the target, they fly back to their owner. Isn’t that cool? I’ll try to get a hold of one and send it over.

Father, can you please tell Uncle Loki that I would like to speak to him about my homework. I am having trouble understanding runes, but I feel he is the best one to help me with them.

Love you guys and miss you very much,

Rick

P.S. Tell Peter I miss him!

Rick read over the letter one more time, sealed it, and left his dormitory. He was walking down the stairs when he heard the yelling.

“You don’t understand, Malfoy.”

“Don’t I? All I know is my best friend is fucking my father.”

“First, if we are or aren’t, is none of your business, and second…”

“Not my business--he is my father!” Scorpius yelled.

“And I am old enough…”

“Tell me, Potter, does your family know that you are fucking someone as old as your old man?” Scorpius sneered.

“Why you piece of…” Albus started, but was cut off by the red-haired girl from the train; Lily, he thought her name was.

“Stop it, both of you,” Lily said, standing between them.

“This is not your business, Lily; move!” Albus pushed her to the side, making her lose her footing.

“Don’t you push her, you piece of shit!” Scorpius yelled, pushing Albus hard.

Rick just stood there as all hell broke loose between the two boys who, according to many, had been best friends since they were eleven. In the middle, with a whirl of red hair, trying to push them apart, was Lily. He stood there undecided whether to go and help her or just stay on the stairs, but seeing as his father and Uncle Steve always taught him manners, he decided to help her out.

He moved and pulled Albus from on top of Scorpius and tried pulling him back. "Tried" was the relevant word. As he couldn’t, he decided to get in front of Albus to try to push him back, not noticing the punch coming his way. The next thing he knew he was on the floor, cradling his throbbing cheek.

“Well, shit,” he murmured.

“Sorry, mate, didn’t see you,” Albus said quietly, with a bleeding lip.

He looked at Albus and then at Scorpius and started laughing. Now, how was he was going to explain to his father and dad about his purple cheek? Maybe he should just add it to the letter.

P.P.S. Hey dad, how do you remove the swelling from a bruise?

Yeah, that would go over well. He wonder how many of them would show up.

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