A/N: So, this is my first HP fanfic (I've written a bunch of Avengers stuff), but the idea of Albus, Rose, and Scorpius's adventures has interested me since I read the books years ago. So, I started this (although Word is killing me with all the names it doesn't recognize...).

Anyway, I'm DP. I really hope you like this...and review? I love reviews;)

So, yeah... Here's Albus Potter.

-DP

Albus Potter and the Lost Ones

Chapter 1: The Pale Boy

It was all overwhelming, really.

Albus Severus Potter, son of the famous Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, named after two of the greatest headmasters Hogwarts had ever known, felt completely lost. It wasn't that the only people he knew were his older brother James, his best friend Rose Weasley, and the Malfoy boy. He could deal with that. But everyone was staring and whispering, which was only worsening his massive headache, the one that had arisen from an internal battle of Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Should we find our seats, then?" he asked Rose anxiously.

"Oh...yes. How about here?" she suggested, pushing open the door to the compartment before he could say anything. That was just Rose's way; she was infinitely more confident than he was and in her new Hogwarts robes, with the extra couple of inches she'd grown over the summer, she already looked like she belonged. Albus glanced down at the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing. Perhaps he ought to have changed too.

"C'mon, Al," Rose commanded, interrupting his jumbled thoughts. He stepped into the compartment.

"Albus Potter," a pale boy drawled.

"Scorpius Malfoy," he retorted.

Rose looked anxiously between them, chewing her lip. "Can't you just behave this one time?" she pleaded. Both turned to her with incredulous looks, and her cheeks pinkened. "Please?"

Albus gave in first. "Only for you, Rosie," he sighed, and she beamed. Scorpius scowled.

"So, who are you guys, exactly?" a high voice asked from the corner. The three turned to stare at the delicate, dark-haired girl that none had noticed before.

"Who are you?" Scorpius demanded.

"Evangeline Grace," she said primly. Albus stared in fascination at her perfect little brown curls, the faint smattering of freckles across her pale nose, the little flecks of gold in her hazel eyes.

"Rose Weasley," Rose said, smiling kindly. "This is my cousin and best friend-" Scorpius's eyes narrowed- "Albus Potter. And that's my other friend, Scorpius Malfoy."

"Hi," Albus said breathlessly, offering a hand. She shook it- her hand was so small and fragile! – and raised one perfect eyebrow at him.

"Potter, you look like you might swoon," Scorpius said, smirking. "Hello, Evangeline," he added dismissively, and a faint flush appeared on her pale cheeks. Albus glared at Scorpius, but Rose took no notice, busy as she was extracting a textbook from her trunk. "What house do you think you'll be in?" the pale boy asked coolly.

Evangeline hesitated just a fraction of a second. "Ravenclaw," she said firmly.

Scorpius raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes, my whole family has been in Ravenclaw," she informed him, blinking. "What about you, Hufflepuff?"

Scorpius flushed. "Slytherin, of course. My whole family has been in Slytherin," he boasted, but he bit his lip and glanced at Rose, and Albus knew that he was torn. And Evangeline was lying, he realized. Her eyes were too wide and she looked nervous, like she was hiding something.

"Well, I'm just going to let the sorting hat decide what's best for me," he blurted out. "I mean, it's the hat's decision, right?" He determinedly ignored the nagging voice in his head that reminded him of his father's words about choices.

"Well, yes, but that hat sees everything in your head. It knows what's best," Rose said hesitantly. "Anyhow," she added, smirking, "weren't you just stressing about Gryffindor and Slytherin twenty minutes ago?"

"I've decided not to think about it," Albus lied, ignoring Rose's raised eyebrow and Scorpius's rolled eyes.

"I'll be in Ravenclaw," Evangeline repeated, as if trying to convince herself.

In the silence that followed, Albus sat down and closed his eyes, reflecting on how everyone he knew seemed to be hiding something. Except maybe Rose.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?"

"Yes, please," Albus said, digging in his pocket for the gold his parents had given him for that very purpose.

"Me too," Scorpius added, jumping to his feet and knocking into Albus, making him drop his coins all over the floor. "Sorry, Potter."

"Boys," Rose muttered. "Always thinking with their stomachs."

Upon making their purchases, Albus and Scorpius glared at each other other their identical stacks of sweets. "Licorice wand?" Albus offered Evangeline and Rose. They shook their heads.

"Cauldron cake?" Scorpius offered them, looking at Albus resentfully. Again, they shook their heads.

"Sugar quill?" Albus demanded.

"Cockroach cluster?" Scorpius shot back.

"Drooble's?"

"Chocolate frog?"

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?"

"Boys!" Rose exclaimed. "Honestly!" They glared at each other, and Albus reflected with resentment that it was only Scorpius that made him behave that way and he always felt stupid after their arguments.

"Sorry, Rose," he mumbled.

"I'll take a licorice wand," Evangeline said quietly, and Albus was so eager to give her one and redeem himself that he very nearly impaled her with it.

"So," Rose said awkwardly, clearing her throat. They all stared at her, and she blushed. "Er, how was everyone's summer?"

"My father wouldn't buy me the new broomstick I wanted," Scorpius said, frowning. "But he got me my owl, Romulus, so I suppose that makes up for it, even if he's not big enough to ride."

Albus rolled his eyes. "Mine was great. We got to visit a wizarding community in Greece with some of Mum's family for a week and then we went to a beach in the Caribbean with Mum and Dad's friend Luna. She's a bit weird, but fun."

Scorpius scowled, looking resentful, but Evangeline looked mildly interested. "Do you travel a lot?" she asked.

"Yeah, Dad has to go places for work, so we get to go sometimes," Albus explained.

"That's right, your dad is Harry Potter," Evangeline said interestedly, and Albus looked down uncomfortably.

"That's right."

"That must be great, having a legend for a father," Evangeline commented.

Scorpius snorted. "Can we not discuss Potter's father any longer?" For once, Albus agreed with the other boy.

Having Harry Potter was good sometimes, but others it was annoying, because Albus didn't like being the center of attention, and his parents made him rather famous. It didn't help that he was his father in miniature, minus the glasses and scar. And perhaps Scorpius understood this, because instead of meeting Rose's eyes when he looked up, Albus met those of the Malfoy boy and was surprised to see a trace of sympathy. Then Scorpius made an annoyed face and everything was back to normal.

"Firs' years! Firs' years, over here!"

"Albus, come on," Rose said impatiently, tugging on his arm.

"Right. You coming, Evangeline?" he asked anxiously, and she nodded. Scorpius was already waiting in the doorway.

"Firs' years, this way! Albus, Rose, look how much you've grown!" Hagrid exclaimed, thumping Albus on the back so hard he nearly fell over.

"Hi, Hagrid," Albus said, relieved to see someone else he knew. The half-giant winked at him before calling out the first years again and directing them down the path to the boats.

Albus realized only after the boats began their journey towards the school that sitting across from Scorpius may not have been the best idea. Still, most of the journey was uneventful, since they were all entranced in the majesty of Hogwarts, which had just appeared in their vision. At least it wasn't raining.

The boat began rocking suddenly.

Scorpius made a sound of surprise and Evangeline's face was panicked. "Please tell me that's just you playing a trick, Malfoy," Albus pleaded.

"Albus!" Rose exclaimed indignantly.

Dark tentacles reached up the side of the boat and Evangeline shrieked and flung herself to the other side of the boat, nearly flipping it over. The others worked desperately to steady it.

"Relax, 'is jus' the giant squid!" Hagrid called. "He's harmless!"

Scorpius's eyes widened in horror and he leaned back further, but it was too much for the boat, and he tumbled backward even as Albus flung himself to the other side in attempt to restore balance. But he was a second too late, so instead of keeping Scorpius from falling out, he merely joined the boy in the black waters.

"Albus! Scorpius!" he heard Rose shout somewhere to his left, but all he could see was a lot of torches and the silhouettes of curious students. Something squishy lifted him up and flung back onto a solid surface, and a moment later a mass that sounded like Scorpius landed on top of him.

"Albus, Scorpius, you're alright!" Rose exclaimed, hugging both of them as though they weren't both sopping wet.

"Bloody hell," Scorpius muttered.

"I could've lived without that, I think," Albus sighed, trying to no avail to squeeze water from his robes.

"Just wait until James hears about this," Rose said, apparently no longer worried, merely amused. She began to laugh, and Evangeline joined in, though she smiled sympathetically at him.

For once, Albus's favorite person in the world was Scorpius, who at least had a share in the humiliation.