Sibling Rivalry (John/open)

[Logan Greyson Smith]

Logan had been around this time for just a few days.  The summer of 1975, something he thought impossible, even having grown up knowing of magic, raised by magical parents... for awhile at least, there was the muggle who had raised him for a little while after his parents had died, but he remember very little of that woman.  No, he was surprised, even him, surprised.  That took a lot to surprise him, normally finding out things very quickly, and understanding it.  He almost doubted him for a moment when he figured he was in 1975, which is why he tested Dumbledore.  And Dumbledore was not lying.  At least Dumbledore didn't believe he was lying. 

But that wasn't what he was thinking about in Hogsmeade.  He had heard his dear brother, John James Smith, was teaching at Hogwarts.  His brother.  The one who killed their parents.  The one who had magical powers.  The one who got to live knowing who his parents were his whole life.  The one who didn't have to live in that damned orphanage!  He considered the man an enemy.  An enemy he had thought about ever since John came over to his house 10 years ago and ruined his whole life.  John didn't have to come.  He didn't have to let him know he was adopted and his parents were lying to him.  He also blamed John for their deaths too.  It was because of John he wished them dead.  That he wished his adoptive parents to die.  But he didn't really.  Later, he would see that it was just his emotions wrapping him up, and he did love his parents, and wished he could have gone after them.  After all, they crashed right outside his house.  And what did he do?  He watched them.  He watched them in that car.  When he could have saved them.  He would have too.  If he didn't hate them then because of John.  After all, Logan couldn't ever be the one at fault. 

His hands in his coat, scarf around his neck, Logan stood looking out at the Shrieking Shack, just waiting.  He knew that someone just standing at the building would attract attention, or some.  Knowing his brother as the curious type, he'd come.  Either that, or John would just want to come here.  To be alone.  Eventually he'd come.  Probably.  And he'd be waiting for his dear brother.  Waiting for him, running through what he would decide to say and do to him when they met again. 

[John James Smith]

John was having a good day out today.  Unfortunately, Piper was busy at home, so they weren't going to go on an adventure today.  So, John had decided to grade papers do a few other things at the building, including eat dinner at the castle which wasn't often.  He liked working under Professor Gio, liked him as his professor when he went to school, and had learned a lot from that man he never had known, despite all of his experience and knowledge in his head.  And now he was done with all of that school nonsense, and wanted to get away from everyone and just relax and think.  

Today was the first day he had really remembered back to the one day he saw his little brother, in class in fact.  There was a little first year boy who looked a lot like Logan, and asked questions that... just reminded him of the long talk he had with his little brother.  Not that Logan and he had a good conversation, nor did it end well (Logan threatened him, told him to leave, and John did just that).  John had always regretted never going back, but the next time he had planned to, he couldn't find Logan anywhere.  The Summerfields had died, and no one knew where they sent Logan.  So they never spoke to each other again.  Not that John didn't look.  He looked all over the place, then ended up here, where Logan was just a little baby, stuck elsewhere, parents already gone.  

John was in Hogsmeade walking around the village.  He heard whispers as he walked, curious whispers.  "That man has been over there for hours," one said.  "I wonder what he is doing there?  Is he waiting for someone?" another said.  "Won't he get hot in that jacket?" a third asked.  John was very curious about this.  Apparently a man was standing by the shack looking at it for several hours.  A few more hints led him to find out the man had black hair that was slightly curly, those hints being John walking towards the shack and seeing him.  

"Hello?" John asked, walking behind the man, "If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?  People are starting to talk about you in the village.  Are you waiting for someone?"

[Logan Greyson Smith]

Logan heard the man behind him, but he didn't turn, didn't respond at all until the man was right next to him, at which point he  glanced at the man for just a moment, before turned his head towards the other man, a straight face on his face.  It was his brother.  He was sure about.  The way the man held himself, the way the man looked, everything was his brother.  Despite only knowing his brother for a short time when he was a little boy, there were sure signs that this man was indeed his brother.  The way he held himself, the way his face looked, the way he dressed. 

"Yes I am," Logan said simply, before he looked back at the shack.  Just looking at the shack and from what he had heard of it, he had a good idea what happened in that building and what made all of those sounds, and it wasn't ghosts, but it was still magical.  Just from the glance he had gained insight into John's life.  The little things that others tended to miss.  That dull fragrance smelling like a woman, the way he held himself up high, with some effort obvious by the look on his face, a heavy burden he carried, maybe because he killed their parents, and left him to deal with things all on his own.  That strain, the pained look in his eyes.  Oh, Logan wanted to crush that little bit of hope that was sneaking into those eyes, burn his brother like he had done to Logan with everything that he had done.  Ruined his own brother's life, and didn't even care.  Never came to check up on him later. 

"Perhaps if you weren't distracted by your girlfriend most days, then I may have found you sooner," Logan said slowly and deliberately, not looking at John, "After all, it is you I am looking for... Brother."  On the inside Logan was extremely excited, and would take pleasure in John's reaction.  "I'm here to tell you that I am going to kill you, John Smith." 

[John James Smith]

The man talked so deliberately, it took even the intelligent John Smith a second to understand exactly what he had said. Not to mention the amount of shock placed upon his system, which was probably why John's reaction was slow, suddenly realizing that this. This was his brother. His little brother Logan Smith. How he had changed. Not his looks really. He always had that sort of curly hair and shape of his face, but there was something so different about the little boy he had met when they were young kids. John had thought he would see Logan at Hogwarts, but with the first years Logan was supposed to come up, his name never appeared. It was odd. John didn't even known his own little brother (now older than him due to wibbly wobbly timey whimey stuff) had been a squib. He just figured Logan went to another magical school somewhere, moved out of the country or something.

"Perhaps if you weren't distracted by your girlfriend most days, then I may have found you sooner," Logan said slowly and deliberately, not looking at John, "After all, it is you I am looking for... Brother."

"Wha... Logan? Why? Where...?" John had begun, but his speech had failed him. He was speechless. He didn't even know what to say. Needless to say, for a man who claimed to be able to adjust to villagers suddenly turning feral, attacking him (and could, from experience), he didn't expect that he would meet his brother, especially not back in this time.

"I'm here to tell you that I am going to kill you, John Smith."

John's eyes grew ten times their normal size. John willed himself to calm himself down, finally finding his words. "Logan," John began, quickly, nervously, and completely shocked, "How did you even know its me? You've... changed a lot. Couldn't have picked you out in a crowd of people. Why would you want to kill me? Oh who am I kidding, I know why. I... killed Mum and Dad. But I am sorry for it. I was a little kid, didn't know what to do, things got out of control."

[Logan Greyson Smith]

Logan had a slightly amused look on his face when he heard his brother.  Of course he wanted to kill him.  But it wasn't because of their parents.  Oh, that didn't matter as much anymore.  No, it was much more important, it had to deal with him.  Him personally.  John had committed the worst act someone could do to him.  The crime that deserved much more than death.  Should he explain?  Logan decided to humor John, his brother, only because he was his brother.  Only because he was going to destroy John.  He at least deserved an explanation.  Though, Logan was very disappointed in John's stupidity.  So many things he did not understand. 

Logan sighed.  "The way you hold yourself, a slight confidence strain in your eye, the way you study someone suggests a heavy burden on your mind.  There is a light scent of a woman's perfume, so either you are gay and wear perfume, or, more likely, you have a girl friend you are spending time with.  Your hands have light wear of papers on your fingers with a slight ink smudge, from writing with your left hand across papers; the sediment on your fingers suggests flipping pages quickly, such as grading papers.  John Smith is a professor at Hogwarts with the weight of killing his parents on his back.  I could spot you from a mile away, Brother.  Whether you can recognize me or not, is not my fault." 

"It isn't because you killed our parents, Brother," Logan stated, looking at his brother, not with a glare, but his eyes were full of hate.  The crime of the century.  The only crime he could not find a motive for besides fright, and idiocy, and lack of love.  "You left me.  You never came back.  You left me without anyone else.  That is why I will kill you.  But before I do, I'm going to ruin your life.  Destroy your life.  Burn you.  Then I will give you the mercy of death that you never granted me while you left me to rot in the hell you made me enter."