Albus Severus Potter's role in life
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Summary: ONE-SHOT! Post-DH. Why in the world would Harry name his son by a manipulative old coot and a sallow greasy-haired bastard who got his jollies by wanking off at the image of his mum? Read to find out...
Warning! Deathly Hallows spoilers!
Dad has named my older brother 'James' because he wanted to honour his own father whom he never met. That's why he demands that James becomes an accomplished prankster, just like his grandpa. He expects daily report cards and complaints from school.
Poor Jamie, he's such a quiet little nerd; an absolute rubbish at pranking. These days, he's spending most of his time in detentions. I shudder to think what will dad do to him if he fails to become an animagus by his 15th birthday.
Lily, my little sister, was named after grandma. Dad has been colouring her hair red since she was three. Luckily for her, she already inherited dad's green eyes.
Dad doesn't let Lily out of her room very often; That's because grandmother knew nothing about magic before she started Hogwarts. She does have a lots of muggle stuff to keep her occupied, though.
Lily's predetermined role in life is that of an accomplished charms mistress. Jamie and I have already started teaching her in secret, hoping that some foreknowledge will help her appear above-average, at least for a year or two. Dad won't be happy when he finally realizes her talents lie elsewhere.
I know dad can be a bit tough and demanding at times, but he loves both my siblings very, very much - just like his own mum and dad loved him.
However, dad also had enemies, people who had hurt him and abused him horribly, and then died before he had a chance to get back at them.
This is where I come in.
I hear the lock clicking open and instinctively, I curl into a protective ball on the floor of my cell.
"There you are, Albus. What's the matter, you manipulative bastard? Seems your schemes have misfired a bit, have they? Don't worry, this is for the greater good. CRUCIO!"
I catch a glimpse of green flashing eyes and tousled black hair, and then I lose consciousness from pain.
I wake up.
"Ahh Snivellus, we meet again at last! You wanted to fuck my mum, you greasy traitor, did you!? Well fuck this! CRUCIO!"
When I wake up next, my dad is pouring a healing potion down my throat.
"There you go, drink up. Your dinner is on the floor. I have to go now and check up on James, I'm sure he's already planning his next mischief. He's such a devil, that boy. Just like my father."
He tousles my hair and exits the room with a click of the lock sliding in place.
I shrug and gather food from the stone floor. Who knows when will I get my next meal.
I suddenly see a whip lying in the corner and realize dad must have left it there on purpose; just a little foreshadowing of the special treat that awaits me tomorrow.
I smile fondly at the gesture. That's my dad; he's not perfect, but it's little touches like this that show how much he cares for his family.
I lay on my back and relish in the freedom of stretching my arms and legs, like an eagle. I know I won't be able to do so tomorrow night.
And then I fall into a restful sleep, a found smile never wavering from my lips.
Author notes
Just a bizarre little drabble, for all those who were pissed off with Harry's kids stupid names. Don't take it too seriously.