Prologue
It was 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning and Albus was bored. He'd already sent an owl to his Mum and Dad, eaten breakfast, and visited Neville (Professor Longbottom he reminded himself) to pass on Ginny's messages (and food parcels) of love. James had Qudditch practice and Rose was studying. Then, it hit him. Of course, he should go visit Hagrid, he was likely to give him the answers he wanted about the second war. He was there when Voldemort tried to kill his Dad after all.
'So I'm named after a murderer?' he practically shouted.
'Calm down Al. He didn't want to, but he had to.'
'Why? Because he made some stupid unbreakable vow?'
'No, because 'e wanted to keep a man he respected deeply from public humiliation. Do yeh understand that?' Hagrid responded looking relieved when Albus nodded.
'And Dad died?'
'For about ten seconds. I was there, in the Forest. I know exactly where it happened too.'
'Take me there.'
'I dunno bout tha-'
'Please Uncle Hagrid?'
'Get your cloak.'
As they neared the spot Albus managed to trip over a tree root, coming face to face (theoretically speaking) with a small stone, unlike any other in the clearing. Without knowing why, he found himself picking it up. It was smooth, black and rectangular. Lilly would like it at least. It was then he noticed the emblem on it. A triangle inside a circle with a line through them, a crack running along it. Instantly he knew. This was it, the Resurrection Stone.
A/N: Let me know what you think. And before you ask, no, Al won't get carried away with it, nor will anyone else for that matter. By the way, I will be posting more on 'Moments' I'm just stuck at the moment.