September 2nd, 2017: The Greenhouses

“Freddie, Albus you okay?” Neville asked.

“Excuse me, Professor Longbottom, Professor Night wanted to talk to them after class. That is what I was trying to tell you” A boy with silver hair said.

“Okay, class can start now” Neville started walking to the front of the classroom.

The only other seat that was open was next to this boy who defended them.

“Scorpius,” The boy said as they all sat down.

“Freddie”

"Now Herbology is a delicate class, you have to handle your plants with care,” Neville said.

A few minutes into the lesson Neville got a nervous look on his face “And... Mr. Potter, please put down the Gillyweed, NO ALBUS DON'T EAT... Freddie, please escort Albus to Madam Pomfey's infirmary."

"Got it, Uncle, come on Albie," Freddie said, taking Albus out of the greenhouse.

They walked outside and it started to rain.

"You have to be kidding me! Albus why would you eat Gillyweed! Now we are in the rain. Will probably have to make up for the class. Talk to Headmistress McGonagall. She definitely doesn't want to speak with both a Potter and a Weasley on the first day!" Freddie barked.

Albus started to grow gills so it was hard to talk.

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The Infirmary

"Well, who do we have here?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"This is my idiot cousin Albus who purposely ate Gillyweed and now he had gills and weeded hands. Professor Longbottom asked me to bring him to you." Freddie said sharply.

"Oh, I see...are you two Weasleys?"

"Yes.."

Madam Pomfrey went to get a large tub to fill with water for Albus to wait out the Gillyweed. Madam Pomfrey said that Freddie could go visit him after class.

"Bye idiot," Freddie said, leaving to go back to class.

After Herbology there was a little bit of a break so Freddie, Scorpius, and Harper went up to visit Albus.

"He is doing well and should be back to normal in an hour or so, though Professor McGonagall gave him the day off."

"Thank you, ma'am," Freddie said.

"So how are you feeling?" Harper asked.

"I feel weird and I hate swimming," Albus replied.

"When you are back to normal, I will take you back to our dorm to rest," Scorpius said.

"You guys stop babying him, he has done a lot more dangerous things in his life, believe me. I had to clean up most of them," Freddie said.

"Name one dangerous thing I did..."

"Flying your broom into a tree"

"Come..."

"Stealing your dad's quidditch broom"

"Hey!"

"Throwing a golden snitch into the kitchen while Grandma was making Christmas dinner. Blamed it on me so I had to clean up and remake dinner while you sip hot chocolate at the dinner table"

"Fine, you win one Pygmy Puff," Albus said, admitting defeat.

"What?" Harper asked.

"Pygmy puff what is that?" Scorpius questioned.

"When we were 6, he made a bet that he could steal Uncle Ron's keys without him knowing. I would have to give him a Pygmy Puff," Freddie said.

"But if I lost I had to give Freddie a Pygmy Puff," Albus said.

"And a Pygmy Puff?" Scorpius asked again.

"A little puffball creature that Uncle Ron and Uncle George sell at their shop," Freddie said.

"How many Pygmy Puffs do you owe each other?"

"3," Freddie said.

"24," Albus said.