I'M GOING TO AK THE ENTIRE SCHOOL! [Al & Co.]

[Albus Potter]

The letter arrives with the early morning post, your name written on the outside in familiar cramped handwriting. In other houses around the United Kingdom, you know this very same letter is being opened with various enthusiam.

Dear Friends, it reads.

How are your summers going? Mine is going fine, though there's a bit of tension between my family, what with Rose's baby and all. Who knew such a little girl could cause so much trouble?

Anyway, I'd love to hear from you all. My family life isn't nearly as exciting as it's made out to be. Dad's stressed out, and it's starting to drive me crazy. Even Aunt Hermione is telling him to relax, and I'm sure you know she's wound up tighter than possible.

I hope you hear from you soon, Al.

Your eyebrows knit in confusion, then you laugh.

Aparecium, you mutter, and immediatly Albus' true message is revealed.

dear friends;;

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Truly sorry about that. I don't doubt my mail is read (dad is kind of crazy paranoid these days, for reasons he won't tell me), but I'm also sure the people who read my mail (AKA any dipshit dad hires) aren't smart enough to think of using such a simple spell. They probably think if I'm sending secret messages I'll have written in code, like a muggle.

Yes, go ahead and roll your eyes. That's what I'm doing.

Really, I could be screaming "HAHA I'M GOING TO AK THE ENTIRE SCHOOL HAHAHAHAHA" and my father wouldn't notice. And they always protray him as such a good father.

As far as my summer, it is going fine, if horribly boring. I really do hope to hear from you. I need to talk to someone sane (well... Cassie I wouldn't mind talking to you either).

The "Malfoy's" are driving me crazy. They seem intent on playing house, with their little demon and everything. Something about the whole ordeal feels so d**n wrong.

Anyway, you better get back or I'll... do... something. I can always manipulate Lily to manipulate dad to throw you in azkaban for a spell. Sorry, touchy subect for some of you. Be proud, my parents wouldn't last a day in there.

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till next time, albus

[Cassie Mercer]

Cassie scowled as she heard the rush of owl wings. It annoyed her that her aunt, a barn owl animagus, had the freedom to come and go freely from this riverside hovel. She glanced up, and her eyes widened. It was a magnificent eagle owl, and it was holding out its leg to her.

She undid the letter and read it eagerly. She nodded to herself and muttered the spell, then settled down to read the real message. She grinned at his words directed at her. She knew people thought she was crazy - well if they were normal she'd rather be crazy. They said her father was crazy, so she was proud to have the same label.

The eagle owl was still waiting, so she grabbed a quill and parchment and began to write:

Hey Al

Thanks for writing. Just in time, I thought I was going to go crazy with just my stupid cousin and aunt. She's one who managed to worm her way out of Azkaban, as if it wasn't an honour to be there for the Dark Lord.

So your cousin finally had her little mongrel, did she? I can't believe that Malfoy would lower himself so much. I don't blame his father for disowning him, I heard Mr Malfoy's got a new heir now, called Thanatos, that's such a cool name, it means Death. I bet they'll make sure he never gets near a mudblood, maybe they'll send him to Durmstrang. I wish Durmstrang took girls, my mother would have sent me there if I'd told her to.

My aunt says Malfoy and your cousin are bringing the little mutt to school with them. They can't be with it every second, so maybe it'll have an accident or something.

This has been a horrible summer. I thought it would be great - with my mother gone, I figured that I'd be doing what I liked in my own house. I mean, the house elf would've done everything for me. But my aunt made me come and live with her and my stupid cousin. I can't believe he ever got in Slytherin, he doesn't even know who his father is. Probably some muggle. They don't even have an elf, they've been making me do chores!

Anyway I'd better send this, if my aunt gets back, she'll probably stop me sending it.

See you at school

Cassie

Cassie folded the letter and tied it to the owl's leg, then sent it off through the window. Just in time. As the eagle owl was soaring away over the river, she saw the flash of white from her aunt's wings. Scowling, Cassie turned from the window, threw herself down on her bed, and resumed reading her magazine.

[Albus Potter]

Al was doing summer homework, for lack of anything else to do. He was wicked bored. Finally he crumpled up the half-hearted Charms essay, and threw it in the bin. He looked down at his ink-stained hands for a minute, before clenching them into fists, suddenly angry.

He felt like there were things to be done, greater things then Charms homework, but what there was to do eluded him. His venemous train of thought ended with a great "Ooh-hu" from outside, and a rush of air as Forseti, his eagle owl, soared into the room.

The owl perched regally on the edge of the desk, and Albus swore he gave him a pompous look. Albus laughed, and Forseti ruffled his feathers as if offended. Elegantly as an owl was able, he held out his leg with an attached letter and Al sat down to read Cassie's letter.

Then he pulled out a fresh quill and parchment and began to write a reply.



Cass,

I really am going crazy. At least, I think so. You get angry a lot. Do you always now why you're mad? Merlin, I just want this d*mn summer to be over. I'm sick of my family. At least your family is all in Slytherin. My folks pretend it doesn't matter, but I must be the first Slytherin in the Potter family in possibly forever. We're decended from twice-cursed Godric Gryffindor.

Yeah, Rose had her baby. It's so... squishy. It hardly looks human. I hate babies. They have no point. As long as I don't have to see it, I'm good. I never thought Draco Malfoy had much sense, but I suppose he does. At least he knows not to have that as a grandchild. Thanatos is a good name. Greek, am I right? Just like Cassiopeia. My name is rubbish.

Daemon is an interesting bloke. I've heard nasty things about your aunt, it's a surprise he's not more... agressive? Perhaps I'll talk to him next term. What's his girlfriend's name? She's got one hell of a last name.

Also, I'm grounded. My father has the nerve to ground me. Not like I go anywhere much in the summer, but still. I accidently called James' last whore, er, girlfriend a mudblood. Dad was livid, and I swear mum turned shade of red I've never seen. He must have yelled for twenty minutes straight, mostly about respect. I was listening, of course. It's just a word.

Well, good luck with those chores (I've been doing manual labor for all my life, what with Aunt Hermione so opposed to house elf "slavery"). I'd write more, but I think dad's getting home soon, and he doesn't want me communicating.

Al

Albus attached the note to Forseti and sent him off just as he heard his father's voice announce his arrival.

[Cori Serrielle]

Cori looked up from her magazine as a rather large owl came in through her open window. It landed on her coffee table, and held it's leg out. The brunette looked at it for a bit, then recognised the handwriting on the envelope. She sighed, and untied it, then opened it. Reading the message, she was a little confused, but then remembered what she was supposed to do. Seriously this was ridiculous.

Reading the real letter, she chuckled. Al really was a whinger. It was a little boring, to be entirely honest. Sure, being the son of Harry Potter couldn't be easy. But still, did he think he had the worst life ever or something? She got up and walked over to her desk, pulling a piece of parchment and her quill over to her to write.

Al,

You're such a whiner, you know that right. But, that's why we all love you, it makes our lives just seem just that much better. Hahaha! Is it really that bad? Sure, it's gotta be hard being the only snake there, but still. Think about something nice. Like me! Hehe.

So, Rose dropped then, yeah? So the kid's half Malfoy/half Weasley. Interesting mix, I must say. You can't deny it, really.

Apart from being a whiner-baby, how are you going? Can't wait for term to start I'm soooo bored it's ridiculous. There's never anything to do around here. Mother suggested I 'pull my weight' around the house... Isn't that what we have elves for? To do everything? I don't want to break another nail. I just got them done again!

Anywhos, miss ya, and I'll see you at school. Don't go too much crazierr in the meantime.

Cor xxx

[Cassie Mercer]

Cassie lit the lamp beside her bed, and reread Al's letter. She paused and listened. She was sure that her cousin and aunt were asleep now. She smiled, and took out her ink and quill, and a clean sheet of parchment. She hadn't been able to answer the second letter before; her aunt seemed to be suspicious that Cassie was doing something forbidden so this was the first chance she had to write a reply.

Dear Al
Yeah, I get angry a lot, but usually I know why, mostly it's other people doing stupid things. Like my aunt watching me like a hawk (I suppose that should really be like a barn owl! haha) She thinks I'm doing something I shouldn't. See, I can't even write to my friends without her breathing down my neck. I never thought I'd say it, but I wish my mother was still alive! At least she didn't interfere with me, well not often.

Cassie paused. She couldn't remember being angry without a reason. But she wanted Al to think that she was a kindred spirit. She frowned - now that was something she didn't understand. She didn't fancy Al... well, not that much anyway... but she was desperate for him to like and respect her. If he thought she understood his weird anger, he'd want her around. She bent over the parchment again.

But sometimes I get this feeling of rage, like I'm going to explode, and I don't know why. It's like there's something hidden inside me trying to get out.

I don't blame you staying away from that little half-breed. All babies are gross, they smell, and they scream, and they never do anything useful but everyone wants to drool over them. Did they really name her after your mudblood aunt? It's such a stupid name anyway.

Yeah, Daemon really likes that Jessika Lestrange girl. He pretends he doesn't, he hasn't even told his mother yet, I dunno why. Aunt Kaiia says that the Lestrange family was one of the few that really stayed loyal to the Dark Lord. I found out something about her, there was a whole pile of old Daily Prophets in a trunk in the spare room, and one of them was about her being on trial after the second wizard war. It said the only reason she didn't fight was that an auror shut her in a cage when she was an owl. She has a Dark Mark on her arm, I didn't know that, she always wears long sleeves. She'd be pretty cool, actually, if she wasn't always nosing into my business.

You got grounded for saying mudblood? That's so lame. It's just a word, like you say. I don't see why saying muggle-born is any better, I mean it doesn't change what they are. Gives me the creeps just thinking about it.

Well, I suppose I should stop writing and get some sleep. My aunt wants me to help her and Daemon harvest vegetables all day tomorrow! Ugh, I'll get all muddy and sweaty and untidy.

Can't wait for school to start, at least I don't have to grovel in the dirt like that.

See ya soon

Cassie.

Cassie opened her bedroom window and leaned out, looking for the owl that had been hanging around ever since it brought her letter. She whistled softly, and the owl glided to her window ledge. Minutes later it was flying away, taking Cassie's letter with it.

[Albus Potter]

Cori, Cassie

Sorry I can't even dignify what I have to say with sending you separate letters, but my dad's confiscated Forseti, and I have to send this using Lily's owl, which she graciously lent me for this purpose. I love Lily, but did I mention I hate my dad? And for that matter, I hate Lily's owl, too.

Okay, fine Cori. I'm a whiner. I have severe daddy-doesn't-love-me issues, which I complain about every second I get. Is it any better if I admit it? But you're a manipulative narcissist who's Russophobic. No, no wait, that's a fear of Russians... rupophobic is the word I'm looking for. Fear of dirt. Yes, Cori. I love you, too.

Cassie, I hope harvesting vegetables won't kill you, carrots can be a mite shady. Yes, your aunt certainly is interesting. And as for your cousin, if he's bothered at his mum finding out about his girlfriend, well then, I don't think you'd go to hell for lording it over him a bit.

Sorry about the inconvenience, an sorry about the bloody prat of an owl.

Till the end of my exile in a sea of muggle lovers and mudbloods, (and yes Cori, I was being melodramatic there) Al.

Al finished the letter, having ripped the parchment a small bit several times due to the fierce pressure of his quill. He was angry again, but now he knew why. His father never punished Lily or James... and completely denied playing favorites. Harry didn't even have a solid reason for confiscating Al's owl access for the rest of the summer.

Lily's owl bobbed it's head, and cocked it's downy head.

[Cori Serrielle]

Cori's carefully planned serenity was disrupted by a flurry of wings. Eugh. Who was sending her letters. She didn't know the owl. Taking the letter, she opened it. She sighed, then sat down at her desk. She chuckled softly at the part for her. Classic!

Al, honey, was that supposed to make me feel bad? And, for the record I'm not AFRAID of dirt, I just don't like it! Just because I think dirt belongs outdoors, on the ground, and not on people, under my fingernails and such, doesn't mean I have a phobia of it.

And, I'm not in love with myself (well not completely anyway) I love you... remember. Hehehe.

Anyways, Mother is calling and I have to go. Mr Drama Queen, don't go too overboard. I'll see you soon.

Cor xxx