James clicked his tongue impatiently and continued enjoying the breakfast. I nibbled at the edge of my piece of blueberry pie and asked, “Where’s Albus?”
                          
          “May be he is still crying in his room because he was not allowed to buy a Cleansweep Seven of his own.” James snickered and earned a glower from her mother.
                          
          “James!” Ginny snapped at him and passed on a napkin to Lily, “I’ll go get him.”
                          
          “No. I think, I can fetch him.” I said and got up from my chair.
                          
          “Give it a try if you want.” warned Harry which action of him earned a smack from Ginny.
                          
          James, Lily and I laughed at this sight and Harry gritted his teeth at his wife. Ginny stifled a row of laughter and tried to ignore Harry. I left the kitchen after winking at Lily, at which her snow white cheeks acquired a pinkish tinge. I climbed the way up the forever creaking stairs to Albus’s room on the second landing.
                          
          The door to his room bore the nameplate reading Albus S. Potter. I pushed the door just to find out that it was locked from inside. I knocked on the door and called his name once, “Albus? It’s me, Ted. Open the door.”
                          
          As the door was pulled open inside slowly, a dark-haired, eleven year old Albus peeked out at me from inside. His cheeks wet by fresh tears.
                          
          So, James was telling the truth about Al crying, I thought. At the moment he saw me, his face radiated a bleak glow and he managed to pass on a feeble smile.
                          
          When it was confirmed by him that it was actually me and not his elder brother playing some prank on him, he opened the door fully and allowed me to enter his cozy yet comfortable bedroom. Just how Lily looked a lot like Ginny, Albus was the one who inherited his father’s looks. Though, he didn’t need to wear spectacles, he was the only one among the three siblings, who had their paternal grandmother, Lily’s startling emerald eyes. Albus perched on the edge of his bed leisurely and sniffed.
                          
          “Hey, kiddo! Why are you crying?” I tried to cheer him up as I went by his side and wrapped my arms around him. He wiped out a tear that trickled down his cheek and glanced my way stealthily.
                          
          “You should be happy and excited as you’re finally going to Hogwarts this year, huh?” I sat beside him and forced him to look at me.
                          
          “But Jam-James says that I’ll be in Sl- Slytherin house in which all the cru- cruel people go. He says that I am ba-aa-d and cunning. He laughs at me everyday and he told that I can’t even have my own flying broom this year to school. I hate him so-so much. He is always so mean and rude to me.” he sobbed harder and went by the window and covered his face with his palms.
                          
          “He is just pulling your leg, Al”, I informed him, “He is mocking over you! Don’t be a girl now, Al. It’s true that you’re not allowed brooms in the very first year of your schooling, but you may excel like your dad and woo everyone by your skills. You may be the second one who got in the team in his first year, just like your dad did.”
                          
          “Do you think that can happen?” he asked in a polite tone after removing his palm from his face. I nodded at him and replied, “If you want we can practice at the stadium. But you can’t tell on me to your parents about it.”
                          
          “Sure.” His face lit up instantly and became cheerful. He mopped all wetness from his cheeks and hugged me tightly. I chuckled and ruffled his hair. Albus, among the two sons of the famous Harry Potter, is the innocent one whereas James is the naughty one. James is a lot like their uncles Fred and George  He loves to play pranks on his siblings and cousins.