This story begins directly after the last Harry Potter book ends. If you want to get a good start, read the last chapter, where it is 19 years later, you will then easily get into the following writing.
I hope you enjoy this plot, with Albus Severus Potter as the main character. Cheers!
When the doors of the bright red train closed, Albus Severus Potter couldn´t hide his excitement about going to Hogwarts. Finally he would see the place that his brother James had told him so many stories about; the place, where his father practically grew up. With a wide grin he turned to Rose. "I will get into Gryffindor!", he said with a beaming smile and a whole lot of confidence. Rose looked at him skeptical. "How do you know?", she asked in a high voice. "The sorting hat hasn´t even been dusted yet and already you claim to know your house? You must be mad!". And with that Rose swung her long hair back and walked out of the compartment she and Albus had sat in. Albus ran after her, eager to tell her, what his father had just revealed to him. Rose was a lot smarter than him, he knew that, so he was sure, if she believed what his dad had told him, it was true and he didn´t have to worry about getting into Slytherin anymore. "Rose wait!", he screamed, hurrying after her, so he could let her in on the new found knowledge. "Listen, my dad just told me that the sorting hat put him in Gryffindor, because he wanted it! You can make the sorting hat put you in any house you like!", he whispered the last part in a secretive way, so no one else would find out this precious little piece of information.
Rose turned around to look at Albus' excited face. Immediately she had to smile. If he felt better, thinking that he could somehow convince the hat to put him in Gryffindor, why not let him have that? And who knew? Maybe this was even true. If Uncle Harry said it, it was possible.
"Maybe you are right. Uncle Harry knows almost as much about Hogwarts as mother. But even if you couldn´t tell the sorting hat where you want to go, I am sure you still will not get into Slytherin, Albus!", she said with a generous smile and started walking again. She wanted to find Amelia Bones. Rose had met the girl last year at the big Hogwarts reunion, where some of the alumna brought their kids. The two became friends in a second and had spent almost the entire summer together having sleepovers at each others houses. Albus, satisfied by Roses answer slowly went back to the compartment they just left. He was already day dreaming about the time in Hogwarts. He would meet the ghosts. James told him it was a funny feeling to walk through one; he would have to try it! Albus let himself fall down on a seat in the compartment, just to rise up in pain again the next second. "Auu", he howled. Turning around to see what had caused him such agony he caught a glimpse of a grey thing fleeing through the door. He rubbed his sour bottom and pressed away the tears that had come to his eyes, more from the surprise than from the actual pain. "What have you done to my cat, Potter?" said a voice behind him. Still with his hand on his behind, Albus turned around to see Scorpius Malfoy. The boy that Ron had made the comment to Rose about. Ron didn´t seem to like this Malfoy family. They had come up in conversations once or twice, but Albus still didn´t know very much about them. "Sorry", he said confused. "I didn´t know it was sitting there." That was good enough for an apology thought Albus and looked at Malfoy, waiting for him to say something in return; maybe apologizing himself for his mean cat hurting Albus. The two boys stared at each other. One curiously, one cautiously until Malfoy abruptly shrugged his shoulders, turned on his heels and left the compartment without another word. Wondering about what just happened Albus looked out of the window. Dark clouds were hanging over the plain landscape and heavy rain was hammering on the window. Deep in thoughts Albus sat down, not without making sure there was nothing on the seat, and pulled his knees to his chin. With his arms around his legs the young boy thought about the Malfoys. He tried to remember the few things his father had told him about that family.
Thank you for reading the beginning of my story! More will follow soon! Please do tell me, what you thought and don´t hold back on comments about grammar of if particular words didn´t feel right for you. English is not my first language, so although I have a good sense of it, I might get some things wrong. Sorry about that.
I am looking forward to continuing this story!
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