[Sweet:Revenge...]{OPEN}[...It:HURTS]

[Brendon Mitchell Keaton]

Brendon walked towards the forest. He was completly focussed on the one plan. To kill Albus Severus Potter. This was the time where he avenged his father's death. An eye for an eye right? He got to the edge of the forest and glanced back at the castle for a split second wondering whether he would show and carried on walking deeper and deeper into the forest.

When he got to the place he wanted to be he stopped and looked round facing the entrance, his wand out waiting for him to come. He took some deep breaths to steady himself wondering whether he could actually do it. He closed his eyes for a moment and whispered "Dad, here is your revenge. Please be proud of me. I miss you everyday. I love you."

[Albus Potter]

The coward in Albus told him not to meet with Brendon that day. It told him to hole up in the Common Room and stay safe. After all, something about the way Brendon had asked him to come was rather threatening. It was probably best, therefore, to stay in the Boy's Dormitory, and risk being made fun of when the boy came back and realized that Albus was too scared to come.

But there was something inside him that was tugging at him to go. Maybe it was the fact that he'd been made fun of all these years for being a coward and being too afraid to take risks. He knew his parents wouldn't want him meeting with Slytherins in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. But in that moment in time, he thought, for the first time in his sorry little existence of staying out of people's ways and groveling to please others: screw his parents. That would probably be the first and last time he thought such things.

And that was how Albus Potter found his way out to the Forbidden Forest on such a day as that. He approached the back of the Slytherin boy in front of him, who was whispering something undecernable under his breath. Brendon. His voice quavering, the boy ventured to say, "You gave the impression that you had something to say to me."

[Brendon Mitchell Keaton]

Brendon was still composing himself, thinking through his plan once again making sure he hadn't left anything out. He felt slightly nervous, worried that people would find out about what happened. What would happen if Tess found out. He put that out of his mind intending to deal with it if it happened. As he heard footsteps behind him his eyes snapped open and he turned to see the quivering excuse for a Potter. He kept his wand out but didn't raise it. Not yet. He heard Albus speak and glared at him, his eyes full of hatred. "Albus Severus. You came I was beginning to wonder whether you would have the bravery." he said keeping his voice cool. He scanned Albus' face and scowled seeing Harry Potter in them.

[Albus Potter]

The minute Brendon began talking, Albus knew he shouldn't have come. There was a sort of unadultered menace in the boy's voice, as though he had some personal fight with the middle Potter. For Christ's sake, people were getting meaner and meaner these days.

Albus balked when Brendon began to talk. He knew he shouldn't be there, and for some reason, that made this whole excursion a whole lot more exciting and scary than it should have been. After all, he was simply in the forest with fellow Slytherin. They were just talking. But something about that made Al pull out his wand. He thanked God that he was good at spell-casting. At least something had come out of the past six years of feeling like a disappointment.

When Brendom mentioned his bravery, Al couldn't help but smile. So he'd been a courageous young man. For once in his life. Praise Albus. But the next moment, Albus gripped his wand tighter and gulped. "Y'know, I should probably be getting going. I've actually got quite a lot of homework to do. That's why I came out here. To tell you that."

[Brendon Mitchell Keaton]

Brendon saw Albus panic and draw his wand and smiled evily. He watched as he started fretting. When Albus started talking about going he laughed evily and walked to the only exit of this clearing. "Oh no you don't." he said his voice still cool and slightly menacing. "Do you even know why I asked you to meet me here?" He said. He wondered when he should do it. Something in him was telling him to wait for a bit of time. He noted that even though Albus was a coward, he was a good spellcaster and knew he had to watch himself slightly. But he was also a good duelist and a year older so he had the upper hand.

[Albus Potter]

Albus gave Brendon a strange look, his brows furrowing for a fraction of a moment before he understood. The boy wanted to hurt him. This was exactly the circumstances, from what he could tell, of what his cousin, Rosie, had told him about. He needed to get out of here.

The boy wasn't exactly the greatest talker. So, he doubted he'd be able to get out of this whole dilemma that way. But he'd find a way. He had to. "No, but you don't sound as though this is going to be a very pleasant encounter," the Slytherin answered the boy. Albus was terrified of getting hurt, and that sounded exactly like what this boy was hinting at. But he was even more afraid of dying. And Al knew that was what would happen to him if he didn't bid his time and hurry away from here.

But he got scared. Instead, he raised his wand in a fraction of a second. "Stupify! Duro!" The Stunned, stone-footed boy was stranded there, while Albus tore through the Forest, trying his best to get back to the sunlight. He needed to get out of here, and this was the best way he knew how. Flight was what he always chose. Never fight. Fighting always ended badly.

[Brendon Mitchell Keaton]

Brendon smiled watching as Albus got even more unnerved. "Your father killed mine. I brought you here so that I could give him a taste of the grief that I am feeling because of his deed." He said raising his wand. He saw the stunning spell and muttered "protego." and blocked the two charms quickly. He then saw Albus run "Impedimenta." he said seeing Albus trip and fall. He walked after him and stood over him pointing his wand directly at Albus' face. "Not the best move Potter." he said angrily

[Albus Potter]

"Sectusempra!"

Albus had been taught the nasty spell by his father, who had told him, when he was small, to only use it when in dire need. It was, after all, completely and utterly dangerous, and could honestly kill a person if not treated quickly. His cousin, Rosie, had told him of when she'd used it on Corliss Malfoy, back when she'd been ambushed in the woods a while back. He thought the spell necessary at the time.

As he watched, deep cuts laced themselves across the other boy's arms and face, ripping his clothing as well. Blood began to stream down the other boy's face, and, immediately, Albus felt sorry that he'd done it. But there was not turning back now. He muttered the countercurse to his own bindment and quickly got up and ran in the opposite direction, away from the boy that was doing him harm. But not before sending a few very strong Confunding Spells in the other Slytherin's general direction.

[Brendon Mitchell Keaton]

Brendon felt the blood pour out of him and growled. He muttered a counter spell which he had learned over the years and the blood stopped and the cuts healed. He ran after Albus knowing he couldn't let him leave the forest. "pertrificus totalus" he said seeing Albus fall. He blocked the confundus curses and dragged Albus back to the clearing and then muttered the counter curse, letting Albus move. "Very bad move Potter." he said angrily "Crucio!" he pointed his wand at Albus wanting him to feel pain. Brendon looked down at his prey mercilessly with nothing but pure loathing in his eyes.

[Albus Potter]

Albus watched as the boy tried to heal his cuts. Naturally, the ones that the Sectusempra Spell produced couldn't be healed by normal means, so they remained on the boy's face, even if he tried his best to make them go away. Al smirked. No matter what Brendon did to him that day, he would have the satisfaction of knowing that the scars of today would never fade entirely.

Those thoughts were ripped from his mind the moment the Unforgivable was put on him. He couldn't see, he couldn't think. All he could do was revel in the blinding, terrible pain. His father had taught him to throw such things off when he was small. However, a small Imperius Curse was much easier to throw off than one of the ones Brendon had put on him. He was in constant pain but he needed to concentrate. He wouldn't succeed otherwise. Finally, he threw off the Curse.

Although his father had always told him not to use them, Albus returned the boy's Curse with one of his own. He knew it would be hard to fight off. After all, the middle Potter boy was probably one of the best in the school at these, even though he hardly practiced. Because he was desperate. "CRUCIO!"

[Brendon Mitchell Keaton]

Brendon watched Albus writhe in pain feeling some satisfaction. He was impressed by the speed at which he threw off the curse, but this also angered him. He hated the fact that this coward was one of the top duelists in Slytherin. He saw sparks flying his way and ducked just in time. The curse missed by inches. He looked back at Albus and sent another cruciatus curse his way. He knew soon he would have to end it.

[Albus Potter]

Albus knew the boy was going to kill him. It was just something that he had a notion of. After all, what other point would there be to such a meeting as this if one of them wasn't going to die? So, the boy put in extra efforts to get away, and in the next moment, he came up with a plan.

While fighting off Brendon, he muttered a spell to himself in the back of his mind. He wasn't quite sure it worked until a moment later, when his broomstick came whooshing around the corner, snapping off tree branches in its haste to reach him. Al swung onto his broom in mid-flight and kicked off the ground, shooting straight up in the air as he tried desperately to get away from Brendon.

If only he could get back to the castle, he knew he would be safe. He could find a teacher, probably Professor Longbottom, and plead with the man to help him. And Longbottom would, of course, because the man was always up for helping the Potters. So, Albus, now out of the trees of the Forbidden Forest, leaned forward on his broom, speeding towards the Greenhouses.

[Brendon Mitchell Keaton]

Brendon scowled. His plan lay shattered. He watched as Albus flew off knowing he had to do something. He aimed at Albus and said "Avada Kadavra" he watched hoping that his spell would hit him. Then he would fall hopefully still in the forest and then it would be seen as an accident.

[Albus Potter]

Albus glanced back the moment before the Curse hit him. And as he did, his life flashed before his eyes.

His fifth birthday, he'd recieved his first broomstick. At seven, he'd been bitten by a hippogriff whilst visiting the Wizarding Zoo, and had had to have many doses of pain spells and many kisses and hugs from his parents before he calmed down. At ten, he'd watched his brother, James, head off to school. Then his own school experience whizzed by. And the next moment, he was toppling from the air, his face a picture of complete and utter surprise.

He didn't want to die. No one ever does. But there comes a time in everyone's lives, when you know it's coming. Whether it's for months at a time, or for only a split second, as in the case of the middle Potter boy. Albus had known it was coming. But that didn't make dying any easier.

Breathing his last breath, and he left the rest to fate.

[Brendon Mitchell Keaton]

Brendon saw the curse hit Albus and smiled, glad that he had gotton him before he had got to school. He saw him fall into the forest and ran to where he crashed. He loooked down at the middle Potter with no remorse just hatred, pure hatred. He quickly cast a few random spells so that if his wand was looked at, they wouldn't be able to pick up the curse.