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Jun 21, 2021 13:04:49 GMT -7
Post by Albus Severus Potter on Jun 21, 2021 13:04:49 GMT -7
THE PATH TO THE LITTLE HOUSE IN GODRIC'S Hollow was as it always had been. The only difference being that someone had tended to the front garden, the weeds pulled from between concrete slabs. Clusters of colourful flowers blooming in flowerboxes. It looked alive, as if the house had shaken off its cobwebs at its patriarchs hallowed return. It made Albus frown with a personal distaste. Though he was happy things appeared cheerful, it did not match the scornful twist in his gut.
He opened the door and entered the foyer, dark wood and the winding staircase upstairs littered with shoes and coat piles. A choreographed mess. Nothing like things had appeared before. Though Albus had cleaned the place meticulously, to help his mum around the house as she'd mourned Harry's disappearance. And James had spent countless hours out in the garden trying to bring back a little life to the dying greenery, it always fell just a little short. The house too clean to look lived in, the weeds returning seemingly overnight. As if the house was tuned in to the lack of genuine joy.
Kicking the door shut behind him, Al shifted the box he was holding on to his hip. Toeing off his shoes by the haphazard row and blindly walking the box in to the kitchen. "Mum!" He called in greeting, hoping that his carefully planned appearance would coincide with his dad's shift at his pub. It would only take five minutes to head to the Harrier's for a pint. And they'd always poured a good one. But, that would mean speaking to his dad, and Albus would rather chew off his wand arm than do such a thing.
Inside the box were row upon row of jars containing handmade broom polish. Al had said to his mum that he'd whip her up a good waterproof batch for her since she'd taken the job at Hogwarts. He hadn't thought to owl ahead and find out if his mum would be home, which was unfortunate as Al set down the box to a gaping silence. "... hello?" He called again, frowning unhappily as he pulled open the fridge and grabbed a bottle of butterbeer from the bottom shelf. None of the good stuff he knew belonged to his dad. Al couldn't bear to give his father a reason to talk to him.
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Jun 28, 2021 1:42:28 GMT -7
Post by james sirius potter on Jun 28, 2021 1:42:28 GMT -7
'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass James shifted from his spot on the couch. Eyes blinking until his vision was clear again. He’d fallen asleep after a long day that had extended into the night, and he couldn’t even be sure what month it was, let alone the hour. He’d been awoken by the sound of the door and a loud voice. Still, James didn’t get up immediately and instead moved more into a sitting position so he could pause a moment and gather himself. The past few days had been busy with family time. Well, all of his family that were able to get away for the holidays. Unfortunately, most of their chosen career paths kept them away as they were treated very much the same as most other employees in the Ministry. The voice called out again, but at least he was awake enough to recognize it. Albus.
Standing up, James stretches his arms out and walked out of the living room. He didn’t see anyone in the hallway but heard movement in the kitchen. When James walked in, he saw the refrigerator door open, and he sauntered over without a word to stand behind the door, waiting for it to close. By the look of the clock on the wall, it was the afternoon, but to James, it might as well have been dawn. The fridge door shut to reveal the dark hair, green eyes, and much shorter frame of his younger brother. ”Morning Al.” James greeted as soon as he was visible. There was a butterbeer in his hand, no surprise—it was a staple in this family.
The box on the table was new and grabbed James’ curiosity. More Christmas presents, perhaps? Doubtful, but James made his way over, stuck his hand inside, and pulled out a tin. The weight in his hand and the familiar shape told him what it was immediately. ”Broom polish?” James thought about making a quip about whether Al had seen the light and decided to give Quidditch a try, but he was still a bit groggy. Besides, they were getting along for now, and not even James wanted to ruin that delicate balance. It was strange how things shifted so suddenly when their father had disappeared and then when he’d returned. As if whatever purpose that had been holding them together had suddenly disintegrated.
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Aug 1, 2021 11:30:57 GMT -7
Post by Albus Severus Potter on Aug 1, 2021 11:30:57 GMT -7
AL SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HE DIDN'T HAVE THE kind of luck to avoid every family member barring his mum. Cracking the top off his butterbeer using the door of the fridge and half expecting to hear his mum scolding him, he turned and found James instead. Sleep wrinkled and blinking like an idiot, Albus rolled his eyes with a loud, laborious sigh at James's familiar sense of humour. "Glad you had plenty of time for your afternoon nap, grandad." Albus drawled tauntingly, taking a long sip from his bottle.
Like a child, James's hands were all over the box before Albus could even cross the room. Opening the flaps and peering his big, oaf-like head inside. Albus crossed the room in three great strides and smacked him upside the head. "You're like a bloody crup, Merlin's beard!" Albus snapped in agitation, yanking the box away from his prying hands. It was much too late, though. Albus wasn't in the mood to be taunted, he was busy creeping around his own childhood home hiding from their dad.
Luckily, the brothers were on hood terms by comparison. "It's for mum..." Albus had the box scooped to his chest, lips downturned and dotted with foam as he took another drag from the butterbeer. "She's teaching at the school, remember." He shrugged, explaining himself further as he picked one of the round containers and rolling it between his fingers. "Said I'd bring her some of my own stuff." Really, Al doubted he - or James - had figured out how to take a step back now that things were returning to normal. They'd spent so much of their time holding down the fort as best they could. "What're you doing here anyway?" Albus wrinkled his nose. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
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Aug 4, 2021 18:05:09 GMT -7
Post by james sirius potter on Aug 4, 2021 18:05:09 GMT -7
'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass James ran his fingers through his hair. It was even more disheveled from falling asleep on the couch. But it was still something he did absent-mindedly, and his mother wasn't there to correct his behavior. She had spent a large majority of his childhood trying to get his hair to lay flat on his head, but it was time wasted. Albus had never had the same problem, though James figured he was glad of that. ”Oh, is it afternoon already?” James responded, walking over to the fridge as soon as Albus had taken control of the box he had brought. At the moment, however, he quite resembled one of the Gringotts goblins after a Cursebreaker brought home some gold.
While Albus explained that the items were for their mother, James also grabbed a butterbeer, taking off the top as Albus had done. Again, their mother wasn’t there to glare at them through the walls of the house. With her hearing, she typically could hear them from upstairs even. James gave Albus a look. As much as he liked to act as if James had absolutely nothing in his skull at times, it could be tiresome. ”Yes, I’m aware.” He strode over to the small kitchen table and took a seat. Naturally, James probably knew more of what was going on in the family than Albus as he was the one still at home—he hadn’t run away. But his brow furrowed. Al had never enjoyed Quidditch or even wanted to ever join them when they played in the yard, what did he need broom polish for?
”Why do you need broom polish?” He asked, drinking a large amount of butterbeer. Unless there was some off-label use for Auror’s in training that he wasn’t aware of. Oh, Lily would get a kick of that tidbit of information. ”I know you haven’t taken up Quidditch. So I’m going to assume the brooms in your new place, wherever that may be, are looking quite pristine these days.” His usual smirk was on his face as he teased his little brother about the brooms that he knew he would have to sweep. Despite all the time they had spent together over the time their father was gone, there wasn’t the energy for such jokes as they focused and ensuring their family didn’t completely fall apart and shatter into little pieces. But now, even with Harry back, it still felt so fragile at times. But, to answer his original question. ”Worked a double and got home late. Thought I’d nap and figure out the rest later.” Actually, if it hadn’t been for Al’s arrival he might still be asleep.
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Sept 3, 2021 5:44:59 GMT -7
Post by Albus Severus Potter on Sept 3, 2021 5:44:59 GMT -7
THOUGH THE POTTER BOYS WERE PRONE TO bickering, there was no denying that Harry's absence had made them closer. Even as he snapped at his brother, he felt far more comfortable in his company than in his fathers. The bottle hanging loose between two hooked fingers as he scowled at James without any real heat. Following James over to the dining table at a lazy pace, his eyes scanned the notes scrawled on the fridge in his father's messy handwriting.
"I don't," Albus answered with a snort, slipping in to the seat opposite his brother with a heavy thump. He was tired, right down to his bones, but he hated to let his mum down. Albus had been meaning to bring over the polish for weeks, but he hadn't been able to bring himself for fear of facing Harry. "But, my polish is still better than the rubbish they sell on Diagon." Albus had a smug little smirk on his face, not dissimilar to that despised father of his. He'd have fainted if he'd seen it.
"Don't be a prick," Albus snapped, the smirk dropping as quickly as it came. They both knew that the last time Al had been on a broom was probably the Potter - McLaggen BBQ on Godric's when he was about eleven years old. Albus had never been very good at Quidditch, and so he'd decided to dislike it a very long time ago. Plus, it was almost expected that he be a talented player, and Albus hated to be considered less than talented. So, he left the Quidditch to James and Lily. "Don't be using that stuff," He added spitefully, curling his lip at his teasing older brother. "It's for mum." Taking a long pull from his bottle, Albus set aside his bitterness and leaned back in his seat with a sigh.
Despite their differences, Albus did worry about his brother. When he wasn't worrying about Lily graduating, or his mum getting out of bed in the morning, he thought James and the Order. Though he expressed a clear aversion for joining his father's famed collection of soldiers, he still didn't enjoy feeling left out. "How are... things?" He asked stiffly, a frown creasing his brow. It was clear that James was around the family home far more than Albus was, making him his only insider. "With work... and the... other stuff." Albus flinched at his lack of coherence.
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Sept 22, 2021 0:18:24 GMT -7
Post by james sirius potter on Sept 22, 2021 0:18:24 GMT -7
'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Technically, James didn’t have to stay at the house. His old room could have been turned into storage or an office for all he cared, but he chose to stay. For a short time post-graduation, he didn’t live at home, but then things started happening, and he chose to come back after his father disappeared. That time had been spent working, helping around the house, helping their mother, and making sure Lily was out of trouble, among other things. And yet, he hadn’t left. Why? Well, not even James could really answer that. Number twelve, Grimmauld place was in the family, and James could stay there if he liked, but he didn’t.
Albus looked about as tired as James was, but that was expected for someone in Auror training. Still, James always looked at his brother—who had his father’s exact green eyes, as someone always carrying some kind of weight. Surely that was exhausting over time. A slight grin formed on James’ face. That would be the day. Albus picking up Quidditch voluntarily. It would be his response (and many others) to check if he was under the influence of an Imperius Curse or some other dark magic. But he couldn’t disagree. The polish in Diagon Alley was not the same as it used to be. ”The fumes alone will make you fall off your broom.” Or so they’d always joked. Like some dangerous potion’s ingredient, they certainly should not have been handling with bare hands.
James put his hands slightly up as if to say that they were nowhere near the box intended for his mother, and he gave Albus a bit of an incredulous look. ”If you were here, you’d know I don’t have time to play anymore.” His expression shifted to a knowing one. This…divide in the family between Harry and Albus was a bit silly to James. And while James had not entirely forgiven their father, he’d forgiven him enough to try and let the family feel like a family again. But James didn’t have the energy to push his opinion on Al that day, not like he would usually would have. Sliding a bit in his chair, he drank from the bottle he’d grabbed from the fridge earlier. It wasn’t the same as one freshly pulled at the Three Broomsticks, but it would do for now.
Placing the bottom back on the table, it made a slight thud in the silence of the old house. Again he was tempted to comment that he could see for himself, but not even James could muster the fire for a needless argument. ”Work is busy. The other stuff has kind of stagnated for now.” Ouroboros activity was slow but honestly, James had grown accustomed to that. Since the split, it had been incredibly slow. James paused. The days all felt like they blurred together sometimes. ”Lily is doing fine, so is mum.” Not wanting to jinx it by saying it out loud, but James hoped she would graduate this time around. ”And dad, he’s been at the pub mostly.” He drank more from the bottle in front of him. ”How’s training?” Surely it was rough, he remembered his own kicking his ass from time to time. ”Where are you staying, by the way. I don’t think I ever asked.”
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Nov 18, 2021 17:29:43 GMT -7
Post by Albus Severus Potter on Nov 18, 2021 17:29:43 GMT -7
THOUGH ALBUS DID NOT PLAY QUIDDITCH AS A rule he still knew enough about it to banter with his brother. More than once, against his will, he had been dragged to a game or for new gear on Diagon Alley. So he still managed an honest snicker as James mentioned the potent quality of Diagon's famous broom polish. "Not this sort," He gestured to his box smugly. "I added lavender and... eucalyptus." He revealed, even his typical sour face managing a grin as he gestured with a flourish.
"Oh, my mistake." Albus drawled sarcastically as he sat back in his seat. "You're a very important man, with a very important job now." He was teasing him meanly, but only because James had called him out just as viciously. It was true that Al barely visited home as of late. After his father's return, he'd done everything in his power to avoid running in to him. It was mixture of anger and cowardice, but Al found comfort at Rosie's flat. It was far enough away he was sure not to encounter his dad in the hallway.
Secretly, underneath all of his bitterness, Albus was relieved to hear that the order had stagnated. He made an effort to look completely disinterested as he took a swig from his bottle and nodded his head intermittently. He began to peel at the corner of the bottles label, looking slightly more interested at the mention of his mum and Lily. Though he felt certain he'd have heard if things were bad. "Good," He said shortly, avoiding delving into the deeper recesses of his opinion. Somehow, he believed James added in the mention of their dad to see how he would react, so he didn't.
"It's alright," He sighed, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. "Couple of the trainees have stopped asking to duel me all the time, finally." He smirked, but it was not a humorous thing. Knowing he was a Potter came with a sticky kind of reputation, it had brought a certain kind of expectation and challenge he had not been able to constantly meet. He was simply not aggressive enough, eventually when they realised he was not something special, they forgot about him. At the mention of where he was staying, Al paused his quiet peeling, the adhesive sticky on his thumb and forefinger.
"Why?" He asked, a little too defensively as he took another measured pull from his bottle - almost finished now, the sweetness sticking to the backs of his teeth. "Rosie's... alright?" He admitted reluctantly, tongue in cheek as he waited for the inevitable fall out. "It's near the Ministry, cuts my commute and... well, it's better than here right now." He shrugged again, resuming his careful peeling until the paper tore halfway. He set it down with a hard thud and took a sharp breath. "You know, I don't have a problem with him being back." He said quickly, without prompting. "I think it's better for Lily, for mum." He bit the inside of his bottom lip in frustration. "I just, I don't want to be around him as much." And that was that.
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Nov 21, 2021 23:57:10 GMT -7
Post by james sirius potter on Nov 21, 2021 23:57:10 GMT -7
'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass James always wondered if their mother defended Albus so much as her only child that would clearly never follow in her footsteps and be a Quidditch star. James and Lily certainly had the skill sets, but life had thrown them too many distractions. James had to deal with the events at school his final years, and Lily was a werewolf. It might have been the relentless teasing the middle child endured from his younger and older siblings, but James wasn’t convinced. But, Albus seemed proud of his creation nonetheless. James still smirked. ”As long as its from you, Albie, she’ll be delighted.” His tone mocked Albus just a tiny bit, but it wouldn’t have been normal if he let him off so easily.
”Yes, I am. Thank you very much.” James crossed his arms as he slouched in his chair slightly, chin raising a bit higher in the air as he spoke with an overly-confident tone. Still, he wished things were simpler. While Harry was no longer an Auror and putting his life on the line, now James was. And aside from fearing for his own well-being and life, he wondered what would happen to the family if he wasn’t there to stop Albus and Harry arguing at dinner, at least when James and Albus weren’t arguing. While he did get along better with their father, James would have to make some remarks to bring Harry back to Earth and out of his own reality. Now that everybody was back, safe and sound, James felt he’d never been able to step back from his previous role.
His question about Albus’ living arrangement was meant to be casual, but an eyebrow raised up at his brother’s quick and defensive answer. Albus rushed through his over-explanation of an answer, and James merely blinked at him, a mix of surprise and amusement on his face. ”Well…” James nodded his head as he processed all that. ”Rosie’s, huh?” Again, James’ eyebrows raised slightly as he tilted his head. ”I didn’t realize your commute apparating to the Ministry was such an issue.” Honestly, it was probably best James didn’t know too much about Albus’ personal life, and as the comments and opinions were forming in his brain, he remembered why. But before James could begin his train of unwanted commentary, Albus finally mentioned their father.
James’ amused expression left his face, and a more serious one returned, but he paused a moment. This wasn’t a clear-cut situation. A good guy and a bad guy. Who was right or wrong. This entire time James had tried his best to understand his father’s actions and had fallen short, but that anger battled with the instinct of wanting his father in his life. But whenever he felt that sense of normalcy after stopping by for a drink at the pub and then coming home to see the dull look in his mother’s eyes behind that forced smile, it all came rushing back. James inhaled sharply through his nose and let it out, leaning forward, so his elbows rested on his knees. ”I don’t think Lily entirely understands it all, and that’s probably for the best.” Just as an older brother making sure his sister was doing alright, she’d already had to repeat a year of school, but it could have been worse, he supposed. ”He knows what he did was…not well thought out.” If there was ever an understatement of the century.
James shook his head, even though they were on good terms. The road to forgiveness was not entirely finished. There was that slight resentment. While he was a natural leader, he’d never imagined having to take care of a family of four at nineteen. As far as Harry and Albus went, well, James had learned to stay out of that one long ago unless he wanted to be collateral damage. ”Dad doesn’t stay here often if that’s what you’re worried about. I think it would help mum if you came by more often. You can tell her all about Rosie.” James assured his brother, but throwing in the last comment at the end with a smirk on his face.
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Dec 30, 2021 17:39:32 GMT -7
Post by Albus Severus Potter on Dec 30, 2021 17:39:32 GMT -7
ALBUS'S JUDGMENT OF HIS FATHER'S CHOICES had nothing to do with how close he was to his mum. At least, that's what he told himself every time he was ribbed for being favoured by her. He just hated that his dad had left, how everything good and stable had been ruined in his absence. And that it had been James and Albus left to help pick up the pieces. He'd just wanted to graduate Hogwarts, to move out and be his own person. So, the gentle prodding of his brother's sarcastic drawl glanced over Al's head.
"Har-har-har," He gave a dry, monotone replication of laughter, shooting a squinted, thin smile at his brother all the while. It was a typical back and forth, though James clearly got far more enjoyment from it than Al every did. Even as adults, James's sense of humour had not evolved very far. Which was why he had dreaded telling him about living with Rosie. Being his best friend throughout Hogwarts, his friendship with her had been pulled into question since the end of their First Year. The butt of every awkward, adolescent joke. Even when he'd almost fulfilled the prophecy by questioning it himself, it had been the expectation of their romance that had ended up putting Albus off entirely. And there it was, as expected, James's eyes alighting with mirth.
"Yep," Al replied shortly, slugging from his bottle and refusing to clarify on the point any further. He could see the joy of it vibrating in James's shoulders and at the corners of his smiling mouth. Al gave him a week before it was spread around the masses. Al had learned that the more he said, the worse that it was. Let his brother fabricate his own tale, he was going to anyways.
The shift in topics was abrupt, but necessary. Thinking of Lily and her adoration of their dad, no matter his indiscretion. James was forgiving, it was perhaps the most mature aspect of his personality, but Lily was damn near delusional Albus thought. He begrudgingly agreed with his brother on the topic, allowing Lily that gentle acceptance in light of how she had struggled so viciously in their dad's absence. Snorting bitterly, Al leaned forward on the table and examined a groove in the tables wood.
"Doesn't change the fact that he did it, though, does it?" Al countered, looking up at James's open expression. "That regret... it's all on him." And then Albus pushed his bottle away and cleared his throat, feeling incredibly tired by the entire encounter as he thought of all the tightness and the anger that felt like bile at the back of his throat. Looking out across the kitchen, Al silently hoped that they would be finished with the conversation, but James was nothing if not stubborn.
Slowly, he picked his gaze across the room to James's waiting face across the table. Leaning back in his chair until the front legs lifted from the ground tentatively. He didn't even bite at the second mention of Rosie. "You know, I was gonna move out after graduation," Albus said suddenly, his face stern in its seriousness. "I was going to flatshare with a couple of trainees in the city." Albus hadn't told James this, he hadn't told his mum. He'd kept it close to his chest. "Then dad disappeared, and they started talking about him being dead and..." Albus kissed his teeth. "I stayed instead." Albus wasn't upset about this, but it was just another thing he blamed his father from. "If I have to sleep on my best mates sofa for the next year just to avoid this whole... mess... I will."
The chair Al sat on landed back on the ground with a thud, Al standing up abruptly and grabbing his empty bottle from the table. He passed James on his way back towards the kitchen. "I'll come round more," He acquiesced quietly, knocking his fist against James's shoulder as he passed. "But if you even mention Rosie's name at the dinner table..." Al halted in his retreat, casting his brother a long, unamused look over his shoulder. "I'll tell mum you're getting engaged." And then he raised his empty bottle in a theatrical toast before he turned away and headed for the bin.
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Post by james sirius potter on Jan 2, 2022 1:12:55 GMT -7
'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Anyone would have been rightfully concerned if James hadn’t taken all the opportunities to pick on his little brother. It was odd for him just to sit quietly in general. But their mother was always jumping to Albus’ defense, though nobody in the world was allowed to call him Albie except their mother and perhaps their grandmother. He’d gotten so red-faced the one time Lily called him that about two hundred times in the span of ten minutes. But now, he had found something else far more interesting than that. Rosie.
It was one of his brother’s long-time friends from school, but one that he was always constantly around, and naturally, James wondered what was going on there. James had even argued in response that he and Adriadne had been just friends at one point too, and here they were almost three years later. But James never was short of friends while in school, especially the ones he had grown up with alongside his cousins, so it wasn’t odd for James to have many friends that happened to be girls.
But on a more serious note, their father was still a point of disagreement for them. There was no denying they both disliked what their father had done and the consequences but James had been faster to let his father back into his life. As far as forgiveness went…well, James was further down that path than Albus was. All he wanted was his family back together, and shutting his father out would not help that path, especially with how his mother still struggled. James sometimes wondered if he was capable of something like that? Just leaving without reason to protect someone? It wasn’t noble in his eyes, but what's done was done.
James gave a light shrug, Al wasn’t wrong. ”No, it doesn’t.” It was still a sore point. While James had held the family together with his little brother’s help, he remembered how lonely and miserable he’d felt otherwise. It had taken so much energy during that time to smile and laugh, but he’d exhausted himself for appearances. But James near green eyes focused back on Al as he spoke again, tilting his head in curiosity. There was much he didn’t understand about his brother, though James also spent more time in the family home than he did at Number Twelve, fear that things would fall apart again if he left.
A grin slowly appeared on his face when Albus committed to making more appearances here, and James tilted his bottle far back to drink the remaining contents of it, but some went down the wrong pipe. After spitting butterbeer unintentionally on the table as he coughed a few times, James cleared his throat. ”Touché, little brother.” James wiped his face with the back of his hand as he stood up and pulled out his wand to wordlessly clean up the table and his shirt. Engagement was not a word he was ready to throw around, but as much as Albus didn’t act like it—he was still a Weasley, and such a threat was not to be taken lightly. James left his empty bottle on the kitchen counter as he passed his brother, giving him a clap on the shoulder. ”I’ll tell mum you stopped by.”
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