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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Expectations
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As it turned out, most of Albus’ close family had decided to stay on for at least two weeks before heading back to their respective places of residency. That left Albus with a month and a half or so to gather as much information as he could before he’d be heading off to begin his schooling at Hogwarts, not that there wouldn’t be plenty of various other resources available to him once there. Nevertheless, Albus envisioned that it would probably take him at least a little while to become familiar with any such resources.
Apart from that, it was also decided that while everyone was here they might as well make a joint trip to Diagon Alley. And although both Albus and Rose had already received their letters that was only due to the nature of them, what with them being their formal acceptance letters to Hogwarts School Witchcraft and Wizardry, all the others who were of age to attend Hogwarts were still currently awaiting theirs. As such, the adult determined it best to wait until the rest of the letters arrived and only then would the venture be undertaken. After all, given the number that would be going, keeping track of everyone was bound to be quite a task.
Still, if there was only one thing that Albus was truly excited about, it was the thought of receiving his wand.
He’d dreamed of it, imagined it, the feel, the size, the core, the power. He’d visualized a thousand different wands, all appropriate, but none perfect. Not yet, anyway. But he knew it was out there, waiting for him, calling to him, beckoning him forth to take it and use it to its utmost potential. And he would. He’d never been surer of anything in his life. To some extent, there were other things that sometimes Albus felt a strange certainty about. In those cases, however, the feeling was vague at best, and inexplicable in a way – the sort of surety that isn’t quite knowledge so much as it is feeling. Then again, some epistemologists might argue that feeling was a sort of knowledge, but still.
Generally speaking, Albus supposed that most people would describe his feelings in this regard as ‘hunches.’ Unlike most, however, Albus placed a great deal of trust in his instincts. After all, if he couldn’t believe in himself, what could he believe in? What, then, could he trust?
It was exactly one such feeling that welled up within him every time his Uncle Ron seemed inclined to match-make him with Rose. Uncle Ron was forever suggesting that the two of them would someday make a fine couple, a formidable pairing. And while Albus acknowledged that the pair of them, in their own rights, probably would’ve done so, there were many reasons why he simply couldn’t imagine them as more than the excellent team that they already made.
Albus hoped that Rose would be joining him in Slytherin. He was, of course, completely and unmovably certain that in Slytherin he would find his place. He also knew it wise not to let this on to any of his relatives. Not yet anyway. In fact, he fully intended to milk the experience for all its worth, when the time finally came for his Sorting.
As such, for the moment, he would have to feign shock and horror at the prospect. Nevertheless, if Rose were with him, that might make a lot of things quite a bit easier. It would lighten the amount of unwanted attention given to him by the rest of his family members who appeared to be working under the false impression that he was somehow meant to be a Gryffindor. Then again, as far as guises went, Albus was rather gifted – he hadn’t given them any reason, yet, to imagine him as anything but.
On the other hand, Albus already knew that Rose was worried that she might end up in Slytherin. When she’d confided in him about this, he’d nearly bitten right through his tongue at her words. End up in Slytherin, indeed. No one simply ended up in Slytherin. You either belonged, or you didn’t. And if you didn’t, then you never would. It was their way, cautious and selective. In some ways, yes, perhaps a little bit elitist, but it was required of them, with every accusation that had been heaped upon their House over time, the cumulative weight of which would’ve crushed them, no doubt, had they not banded together as they did; Slytherins supporting Slytherins.
In a way, Albus planned to change all that. For now, however, he would still have to bide his time, and gather those of import around him. It would be slow, but undoubtedly a pleasurable process. And Albus fully intended to enjoy every excruciating minute of it. He had no doubts that it would be difficult, especially for those who were already set in their ways.
Do not consider painful that which is good for you.
Always a favourite citation of his, Euripides. It was what had gotten him through every hard and unpleasant moment in his life. So long as he thought of the benefits, all that was to be gained, Albus knew he could endure anything.
Rose, however, seemed to have forgotten this from their early studies of Greek drama and tragedy. Albus was often amazed at what he considered to be the fragility of his cousin; if only because it appeared in the strangest ways, if only because she was otherwise so incredibly resilient.
Like her mother, Rose was stubborn, filled with unwavering determination when she set her mind on something. It was the getting her mind set that Albus found to be the problem. She was too easily influenced by the opinions of others, James in particular.
Albus knew Rose worried about what her father, Ronald Weasley would say, should she find herself in the snake’s pit. After all, Albus supposed Rose had reason to be concerned given that Uncle Ron was well known for feeling no lost love towards Slytherins as a whole. However, Albus also knew that even more than that, she was terrified that James would hate her for it. That he would look at her and be incapable of thinking anything more than Slytherin, before dismissing her entirely.
And therein lay part of the reason for Albus’ hunch. Despite the fact that marriage between first cousins didn’t seem to be overly much of an issue in the Wizarding World, probably due to centuries of purist influences regarding the preservation of traditional Wizarding lines, Albus knew that there would be no such match between he and Rose. Because as far as he knew, she was already very much infatuated with his older brother, and that was why she never allowed herself her Slytherin side, never felt she could let such a thing grow within her and still be worthy.
In that sense, Albus sometimes felt disgust for her, too. Because there was so much potential, so much worth, and if push came to shove, Albus knew that he would do all within his power to make her happy, even if it was simply in aiding her in her pursuit of James, who seemed to suspect not a single thing…
But that in turn, Albus thought, was only to be expected of James. He was somewhat clueless about things such as this. Though some might simply reason that it was Albus who appeared to be by far too aware for someone his age. As it was, Albus himself would’ve argued that any such interest on his part was due to the intricately, innate manipulations that seemed to be at work in every human interaction. It was precisely from the complexity of it all that his attention and intrigue regarding such matters was born. More often than not, he found himself utterly fascinated by the plots and subplots and counterplots that seemed to underline each move and step that every single human being made towards, about, around and over each other.
As for the rest of the reason why Albus was sure that his future would not hold any such matches as those proposed by his family, it was simple.
Albus, at the tender age of 11, already had his eyes set on another.
Someone he had never even met.
If anyone were to ask about this connection that he believed already existed between them, he doubted he would reply with anything so clichéd, so trite, as destiny or fate. No, this connection of his went far beyond that.
Albus remembered another quote, one that seemed so incredibly appropriate to this, this feeling, this peculiar knowing.
Parce que c’était lui, parce que c’était moi.
That was the only way he could think to explain it; it simply was. Or at least it was so on Albus’ part. As for his other, if it wasn’t thus, then all Albus had to do was make it so. And he had every intention of doing just that. He would use all that he was, everything within him, to bring this bond to fruition.
It was no problem at all, that he’d not yet met this person, because Albus knew he would and soon. Very, very soon. All he had to do was be patient.
It was simply a matter of time and then the boy with whom he was already, completely and utterly enthralled would be his. Of this, Albus was certain.
ۍ
To Be Continued…
ۍ
Word from the Author: The quote mentioned in French by Albus near the end is taken from a fairly famous essai written by Montaigne. The quote in full goes as follows:
Si on me presse de dire pourquoi je l’aimais, je sens que cela ne se peut exprimer qu’en répondant: «Parce que c’était lui, parce que c’était moi.» --Michel de Montaigne (1533 - 1592)
The first time I read the quote, it moved me to tears. For those who don’t read French, the best I could translate it is as follows:
If I were pressed to say why I loved him, I feel that it could be expressed, only by replying, “Because it was him, because it was me.”
Expectations
ۍ
As it turned out, most of Albus’ close family had decided to stay on for at least two weeks before heading back to their respective places of residency. That left Albus with a month and a half or so to gather as much information as he could before he’d be heading off to begin his schooling at Hogwarts, not that there wouldn’t be plenty of various other resources available to him once there. Nevertheless, Albus envisioned that it would probably take him at least a little while to become familiar with any such resources.
Apart from that, it was also decided that while everyone was here they might as well make a joint trip to Diagon Alley. And although both Albus and Rose had already received their letters that was only due to the nature of them, what with them being their formal acceptance letters to Hogwarts School Witchcraft and Wizardry, all the others who were of age to attend Hogwarts were still currently awaiting theirs. As such, the adult determined it best to wait until the rest of the letters arrived and only then would the venture be undertaken. After all, given the number that would be going, keeping track of everyone was bound to be quite a task.
Still, if there was only one thing that Albus was truly excited about, it was the thought of receiving his wand.
He’d dreamed of it, imagined it, the feel, the size, the core, the power. He’d visualized a thousand different wands, all appropriate, but none perfect. Not yet, anyway. But he knew it was out there, waiting for him, calling to him, beckoning him forth to take it and use it to its utmost potential. And he would. He’d never been surer of anything in his life. To some extent, there were other things that sometimes Albus felt a strange certainty about. In those cases, however, the feeling was vague at best, and inexplicable in a way – the sort of surety that isn’t quite knowledge so much as it is feeling. Then again, some epistemologists might argue that feeling was a sort of knowledge, but still.
Generally speaking, Albus supposed that most people would describe his feelings in this regard as ‘hunches.’ Unlike most, however, Albus placed a great deal of trust in his instincts. After all, if he couldn’t believe in himself, what could he believe in? What, then, could he trust?
It was exactly one such feeling that welled up within him every time his Uncle Ron seemed inclined to match-make him with Rose. Uncle Ron was forever suggesting that the two of them would someday make a fine couple, a formidable pairing. And while Albus acknowledged that the pair of them, in their own rights, probably would’ve done so, there were many reasons why he simply couldn’t imagine them as more than the excellent team that they already made.
Albus hoped that Rose would be joining him in Slytherin. He was, of course, completely and unmovably certain that in Slytherin he would find his place. He also knew it wise not to let this on to any of his relatives. Not yet anyway. In fact, he fully intended to milk the experience for all its worth, when the time finally came for his Sorting.
As such, for the moment, he would have to feign shock and horror at the prospect. Nevertheless, if Rose were with him, that might make a lot of things quite a bit easier. It would lighten the amount of unwanted attention given to him by the rest of his family members who appeared to be working under the false impression that he was somehow meant to be a Gryffindor. Then again, as far as guises went, Albus was rather gifted – he hadn’t given them any reason, yet, to imagine him as anything but.
On the other hand, Albus already knew that Rose was worried that she might end up in Slytherin. When she’d confided in him about this, he’d nearly bitten right through his tongue at her words. End up in Slytherin, indeed. No one simply ended up in Slytherin. You either belonged, or you didn’t. And if you didn’t, then you never would. It was their way, cautious and selective. In some ways, yes, perhaps a little bit elitist, but it was required of them, with every accusation that had been heaped upon their House over time, the cumulative weight of which would’ve crushed them, no doubt, had they not banded together as they did; Slytherins supporting Slytherins.
In a way, Albus planned to change all that. For now, however, he would still have to bide his time, and gather those of import around him. It would be slow, but undoubtedly a pleasurable process. And Albus fully intended to enjoy every excruciating minute of it. He had no doubts that it would be difficult, especially for those who were already set in their ways.
Do not consider painful that which is good for you.
Always a favourite citation of his, Euripides. It was what had gotten him through every hard and unpleasant moment in his life. So long as he thought of the benefits, all that was to be gained, Albus knew he could endure anything.
Rose, however, seemed to have forgotten this from their early studies of Greek drama and tragedy. Albus was often amazed at what he considered to be the fragility of his cousin; if only because it appeared in the strangest ways, if only because she was otherwise so incredibly resilient.
Like her mother, Rose was stubborn, filled with unwavering determination when she set her mind on something. It was the getting her mind set that Albus found to be the problem. She was too easily influenced by the opinions of others, James in particular.
Albus knew Rose worried about what her father, Ronald Weasley would say, should she find herself in the snake’s pit. After all, Albus supposed Rose had reason to be concerned given that Uncle Ron was well known for feeling no lost love towards Slytherins as a whole. However, Albus also knew that even more than that, she was terrified that James would hate her for it. That he would look at her and be incapable of thinking anything more than Slytherin, before dismissing her entirely.
And therein lay part of the reason for Albus’ hunch. Despite the fact that marriage between first cousins didn’t seem to be overly much of an issue in the Wizarding World, probably due to centuries of purist influences regarding the preservation of traditional Wizarding lines, Albus knew that there would be no such match between he and Rose. Because as far as he knew, she was already very much infatuated with his older brother, and that was why she never allowed herself her Slytherin side, never felt she could let such a thing grow within her and still be worthy.
In that sense, Albus sometimes felt disgust for her, too. Because there was so much potential, so much worth, and if push came to shove, Albus knew that he would do all within his power to make her happy, even if it was simply in aiding her in her pursuit of James, who seemed to suspect not a single thing…
But that in turn, Albus thought, was only to be expected of James. He was somewhat clueless about things such as this. Though some might simply reason that it was Albus who appeared to be by far too aware for someone his age. As it was, Albus himself would’ve argued that any such interest on his part was due to the intricately, innate manipulations that seemed to be at work in every human interaction. It was precisely from the complexity of it all that his attention and intrigue regarding such matters was born. More often than not, he found himself utterly fascinated by the plots and subplots and counterplots that seemed to underline each move and step that every single human being made towards, about, around and over each other.
As for the rest of the reason why Albus was sure that his future would not hold any such matches as those proposed by his family, it was simple.
Albus, at the tender age of 11, already had his eyes set on another.
Someone he had never even met.
If anyone were to ask about this connection that he believed already existed between them, he doubted he would reply with anything so clichéd, so trite, as destiny or fate. No, this connection of his went far beyond that.
Albus remembered another quote, one that seemed so incredibly appropriate to this, this feeling, this peculiar knowing.
Parce que c’était lui, parce que c’était moi.
That was the only way he could think to explain it; it simply was. Or at least it was so on Albus’ part. As for his other, if it wasn’t thus, then all Albus had to do was make it so. And he had every intention of doing just that. He would use all that he was, everything within him, to bring this bond to fruition.
It was no problem at all, that he’d not yet met this person, because Albus knew he would and soon. Very, very soon. All he had to do was be patient.
It was simply a matter of time and then the boy with whom he was already, completely and utterly enthralled would be his. Of this, Albus was certain.
ۍ
To Be Continued…
ۍ
Word from the Author: The quote mentioned in French by Albus near the end is taken from a fairly famous essai written by Montaigne. The quote in full goes as follows:
Si on me presse de dire pourquoi je l’aimais, je sens que cela ne se peut exprimer qu’en répondant: «Parce que c’était lui, parce que c’était moi.» --Michel de Montaigne (1533 - 1592)
The first time I read the quote, it moved me to tears. For those who don’t read French, the best I could translate it is as follows:
If I were pressed to say why I loved him, I feel that it could be expressed, only by replying, “Because it was him, because it was me.”