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lightofdayeTitle: Recognition
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing: Albus Severus Potter, Horace Slughorn
Word Count: 2 x 100
Content: mildly cracky/non-serious, canon typical violence, Al has a temper
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Al encounters trouble on the train.
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hp_nextgen100's Prompt #329: "Lightning". At the risk of underming myself, not the best, only one I could think of. Please ignore that Slughorn's career would have had to have lasted well over seventy years for him to teach nextgen.
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Everyone told Albus Severus Potter he looked like his father, minus the lightning scar of course. It had started to wear thin.
He was travelling to school for the first time when he was accosted by a larger boy outside the loo.
"Hey, you're a Potter, aint'cha?" the boy said. "Where's your scar then?"
Losing his temper Al pulled out his wand and shouted a spell. He'd never tried magic before but he had looked this one up to use on James some time.
Miraculously a jet of light issued from his wand and hit the boy in the face.
"Stop that!" bellowed a teacher, a wizened old man with a huge white walrus moustache. Al froze. The bully did not. He was still affected by Al's spell.
Al sighed, he wasn't even going to make it to Hogwarts.
The old teacher's furious red face cleared when he saw Al:
"No need to ask who you are of course."
"Yeah, I look my father," Al said with some asperity.
"And your grandmother," said Horace Slughorn, his moustache bristling. "But I was actually reminded most of your mother."
They both looked at the bully fighting off bat-shaped boogies.
"Why?" said Al.
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing: Albus Severus Potter, Horace Slughorn
Word Count: 2 x 100
Content: mildly cracky/non-serious, canon typical violence, Al has a temper
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Al encounters trouble on the train.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for
hp_nextgen100's Prompt #329: "Lightning". At the risk of underming myself, not the best, only one I could think of. Please ignore that Slughorn's career would have had to have lasted well over seventy years for him to teach nextgen.- - -
Everyone told Albus Severus Potter he looked like his father, minus the lightning scar of course. It had started to wear thin.
He was travelling to school for the first time when he was accosted by a larger boy outside the loo.
"Hey, you're a Potter, aint'cha?" the boy said. "Where's your scar then?"
Losing his temper Al pulled out his wand and shouted a spell. He'd never tried magic before but he had looked this one up to use on James some time.
Miraculously a jet of light issued from his wand and hit the boy in the face.
"Stop that!" bellowed a teacher, a wizened old man with a huge white walrus moustache. Al froze. The bully did not. He was still affected by Al's spell.
Al sighed, he wasn't even going to make it to Hogwarts.
The old teacher's furious red face cleared when he saw Al:
"No need to ask who you are of course."
"Yeah, I look my father," Al said with some asperity.
"And your grandmother," said Horace Slughorn, his moustache bristling. "But I was actually reminded most of your mother."
They both looked at the bully fighting off bat-shaped boogies.
"Why?" said Al.
