MAKING UP F0R LOST TIME ::ETHAN POTTER::

[Albus Severus Potter]

Albus felt really good about his life. He had a wife who he loved with all his heart and he had four children who he loved dearly. He worked to provide for them and now he was the Minister of Magic. He loved his life and he didn't know how it could be better. That didn't mean that all of his families lives were perfect. His brother Sirius life was turned upside down. He lost his wife and children and Albus could understand how he felt. Albus would feel terrible if something happened to his family. Albus tried to help Sirius as much as he could after the whole thing happened but Albus himself was very busy. Being the Minister of Magic he hardly had time to hemself and his own family. There was family dinners and dinners with just his wife that he had to cancel on sometimes. There were a few times he had to cancel on his parents, his sister Lily, and his brother Sirius.


Today had been one of those days. He was suppose to meet his parents for lunch but instead worked through it. He missed spending time with his family and decided that he was going to pay a visit to his youngest son Ethan. He knew Ethan was like him in a lot of ways. The kid adored quidditch just like Albus had when he was Ethan's age. Albus just had to finish a few things and eat something before he headed to Hogwarts. He continued working on the pile of paperwork he had to finish that day. After a while he went and got some lunch eating in his office while he worked. Albus worked a lot but he wanted to make the world a safer place for his children and his wife. After what happened to his brother's family he made sure to work twice as hard to insure their safety.


He knew his children wanted their father in their lives more. He knew he should be in it a lot more. He use to be, he use to do a lot of things before he became Minster for Magic. He loved his job and his family. He knew he had to make things up to his kids and he planned on doing just that. He continued working on his paperwork getting it done a reasonable size before he threw away what remained of his lunch. He took a long sip of the whiskey he had then threw his cup in the trash. He ran his hand through his hair a few times then apperated to the outskirts of Hogsmead.


He walked through the village heading to the castle. He looked around smiling as he remembered his time here at Hogwarts. Inside the castle he asked some students where he might find his son Ethan. He was directed to the quidditch pitch and he smiled cause just like him Albus was always at the quiddtich pitch practicing on his own. He walked down the grassy lawns to the quidditch pitch. He entered the old pitch and looked around. He always loved this place. He looked around for his son.




Notes: Sorry this sucks but I wanted to get it done tonight <3
Tagged: Ethan Hunter Potter

[Ethan Hunter Potter]

As always, Ethan found himself at the Quidditch pitch, alone, practicing for what he was sure to be hours on end. He had bewitched the Quaffle so that it would fly toward the goals repeatedly every time it was tossed away, from all different angles and all different speeds. This was just one of the many ways that he practiced to be sure he was the best. Ethan had been doing this for years, and some would say it was to impress his dad, grab his attention, knowing his dad used to be very into Quidditch before he turned all boring and all. But no, Ethan did it simply because he loved the sport and it was the one thing that really challenged him.

School? That was easy. Piece of cake. He didn't have to try, he barley had to show up, and he still passed with flying colors. If no one saw him there though, it seemed to the general public that he was lazy, that he didn't care, that he just flat out didn't want to do it. Truth was, Ethan could have been the "nerd" type, but he did not like that school and academics were so natural for him, as though he were some kind of freak genius. His professors had pulled him aside at the end of his first year to suggest he advanced a few years, but he turned it down. He had never even told his parents about that one. It wasn't because he did not want to try something harder and more challenging, it was because he knew it wouldn't be.

Years and years before school he had practiced Quidditch, because he loved how much fun it looked. The thing is, it was the one thing that did not come naturally to him. For him, Quidditch took training, discipline, effort and desire. He knew from a young age it was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life because it was the first thing to keep his ADHD in check. The only thing he has ever truly been able to focus on. Ethan was thinking all this over as he often did during the repetition of throwing the Quaffle back out across the pitch in order for it to fly back and him to stop it from scoring through the golden goal hoops once again.

Ethan took a small break from the air, sat on a bench and rubbed his shoulder that at the moment had a dark purple and very large bruise fading into the gross yellow and green colors. This was from using himself as a moving target to help the beater's on his team better their aim. It had been a good idea at the time, but he was really starting to regret it today as he continued with his solo practice. At least it wasn't as bad as a few months ago, he thought to himself as he took a long sip from the water bottle under the bench and then from the flask that sat next to it. After that he dug his hands into his pocket and sighed with relief when he found what he was looking for.

A couple of small, round blue pills were stuck between his pack of cigarettes and the cellophane around them and he took one out, crushed it up on the bench and inhaled it up his nose. Ethan had a few really bad habits these days, and they were not getting any better. He knew that, but he really didn't care. The pain pills not only gave him the high he was accustomed to feeling, but it allowed him to use his shoulder without much pain. The whiskey loosened him up and gave him a better range of motion (mostly because he never realized how drunk he really is, after all, alcoholism runs in the family) and then there was the weed. Ganja was the one and only thing that if he had to give it all up, he just couldn't. Well, that and cigarettes, but he knew he would give up the cigarettes first. Ethan smoked a few puffs off a joint, just enough to relax him and then he started to run laps again for a bit.

After a bit he went back to his bench, re-lit and took a few puffs off his joint once more before smoking a cigarette and taking a few more swigs of whiskey and then taking to the air once again. Once again he was doing his drills, same thing, block, toss, block, toss. The repetitive motion felt natural now, but it hadn't always and he knew that there was definitely room for improvement. Ethan had gotten on the team as a first year to many's surprise, but it was only when the captain had come and talked to him that he understood why. The captain had noticed him out there before try-outs, practicing for hours on end every day. For that same reason, his teammates had chosen him to take over for the same captain during his fourth year when the seventh year boy had become injured. Now it was Ethan's fifth year, he was captain once again and he continued to spend his hours on end at practice to make sure he never lost that title.

During these drills Ethan usually becomes quite unaware of what is going on around him, but for some reason today the sight of a single person walking across the pitch caught his eye. It did not stop him from continuing to do what he was doing, but it did make him curious. It wasn't often that he was joined by anyone out here during his personal time. It was only when the person walked further onto the field that he noticed who it was. His father. Ugh, what is he doing here? Ethan thought as he continued to run his drills pretending he had not seen his father at all...

word count, 1,009
tags, valval/albus
notes, not as good as the one i lost, but good enough!

[Albus Severus Potter]

The day had been long, too long for Albus. All he wanted was to go home and lay in bed with his beautiful wife Keliey. He was tired of the late nights at the office while Keliey took care of the kids. He knew it wasn’t fair for her but also Albus was just tired of people needing him. All day at work he had to go through mounds of paperwork of request and other things where people needed something from him and he was tired of it even if it was just a signature. He understood that this job would be hard when he took it he just didn’t know it would be this hard and take him away from his family so much. He tried to make it up to him by buying them things that they wanted. He also was making the place safer for them; at least he thought he was. He never wanted what happened to Sirius family happen to his.

Long talks with his wife and he caught up on everything that went on with his family. She told him how Ethan had gotten the quidditch captain spot and how Sirius found out that he had a daughter, a daughter huh. Well maybe they could help each other out. According to his wife she was the daughter of the woman who had recently been attacked. The girl, Juliette, was left for dead just like Sirius was. It was horrible and he wondered if Ethan knew the girl. He figured he would ask him when he went to see him. Albus was looking forward to spending some time with his youngest son.

When Keliey first got pregnant he was hoping that he would have a son so he could have the kind of relationship that him, his brother Sirius, and his father had. He found out that not only were they having boys they were having twin boys. This made Albus extremely happy and he couldn’t wait to teach his sons how to play quidditch and watch games with them. He had everything already planned out for his boys in his head. They would go on to play professional quidditch like Albus had planned on doing when he was sixteen. He had been captain of the Slytherin quidditch team and keeper just like Sirius was for the Gryffindor quidditch team. Albus plans changed though and he went into a job at the ministry to try and help the magical world like his older brother Sirius did. Albus loved his job and he never regretted his decision but sometimes he wondered what his life would be like if he hadn’t changed his mind.

Albus had gone to the school and everyone had told him where he could find his son. He went to the quidditch pitch and watched him. He sat down on the bleachers just watching him. Albus and his brother Sirius had the same practice routine since they basically had the same position. When they were alone they would make the quaffles fly at them with magic. It was so they could become better at their position, keeper. Albus smiled as he remembered the old days spending most of the day on this exact quidditch pitch. He smiled watching his son. For Albus quidditch had never been easy. He had to work at it just like Ethan. Sirius had the natural ability like their father.

Albus decided he would wait for Ethan to see him. He didn’t care how long it took because he enjoyed watching his son. Maybe he and Ethan could play for a bit even here today. He wasn’t dressed for quidditch but that didn’t matter. He would have to accio his old broom though so he could play. He wondered if Ethan would be up for a quick match today.


Notes: Sorry this sucks but I wanted to get it done tonight <3
Tagged: Ethan Hunter Potter

[Ethan Hunter Potter]

An hour went by, Ethan continued to do his same routine during that whole hour. Sometimes nearly missing or actually missing a goal, but that only caused him to try harder to make sure that every shot was blocked. After managing to block one hundred goals in a row, he glanced down once again. His father was still sitting down there watching him. Once again, Ethan wondered what his father was doing there. He never came by the school to see him or any of his siblings. He was always too busy. Not that Ethan really cared, it just seemed weird and out of place to him. He couldn't figure it out, and that bothered him. He didn't like not knowing things.

After he caught the quaffle the one hundred and first time, he held on to it and flew down to the ground and pulled his wand off, taking the charm off the quaffle so it would quit flying for the goal posts. Then he walked over to the bench again and took off his sweat soaked t-shirt, still wearing a white tank top under shirt with his gym shorts. He rubbed his shoulder again, and shook it out for a moment, trying to relieve the pain that was starting to come back to him after the last hour of practicing, and then laid down on the bench. During this, he never took one glance at his father who was now sitting in the bleachers and had been watching him the entire time he was sure of it. He took a quick sip of his whiskey and puffed his joint a couple of times before lighting an actual cigarette again.

Ethan closed his eyes and thought for a few minutes as he inhaled the toxic smoke deep into his lungs, exhaling a large cloud of smoke each time. He had been out here for three hours so far today in total. When he was done with his cigarette, he would run around the stadium a couple times again, give his legs some exercise, God know's that he needed that after the last hour in the air. Then he would probably take the quaffle out again, but this time he would be focused on learning a few new moves he had thought up in class earlier that would be good for him to teach the chasers on the team.

The advantages of him being captain, was that he was a very creative person. He thought up his own deluxe moves, things no one in the world would know besides him and whoever he showed them to. Most of what his team was taught, were things he thought of himself. That was why Gryffindor had been leading in Quidditch ever since he took over for the other captain the year prior to this and would continue to lead until he graduated and some other captain took over. He was determined that he would be the best captain they had seen in years and would see for years to come. After all, if he wasn't the best, then how in the world could he expect to be picked to play professionally?

During his time lost in thought, Ethan completely forgot that his dad was sitting there watching him. Maybe it was the weed that caused him to lapse in judgement, or maybe he just didn't care. Either way, he wasn't concerned about it anymore, and he felt all alone out there and perfectly content as he was any other day as he laid on the bench with the sun beating down on him, eyes closed to it and continued to smoke his cigarette...

words, 613
tags, albus!
notes, sorry its kinda shitty. >.<