Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, They belong to J.K. Rowling, i just like to play with them.

Prologue

Once the train had pulled into the station, James and Rose rushed off the train with Albus following close behind. Albus felt as if the air was thick with anticipation, not knowing what to expect from his first year at Hogwarts. As he peered hb into the steam that filled the platform, a very large figure started to emerge. This could be no one other than Hagrid, he thought to himself. All of a sudden the figure bellowed out of the steam:

"This way first year students, follow me!''As he was about to turn around, Hagrid glanced down and noticed Albus.

'Hi Albus, you ready for your first year?'

''No'', Albus says with a nervous smile.

The group followed Hagrid down to the docks where a dozen rowboats awaited them.

"Here, you'll want this", Hagrid said to Albus, and handed him a stick with a small candle hanging off the end of it.

"Thanks."

Everyone climbed into their boats and they set off across the water. Albus had been fiddling around with the candlestick that Hagrid had given to him when he finally looked up. His stomach clenched up in a mix of excitement and nerves when he saw Hogwarts towering over him in all its glory. Albus had never seen such a grand building in all his life.

Hagrid opened the great big, wooden doors into the school and the students

gasped at the grand hall that greeted them. Just as Albus stepped inside, a balloon flew out of nowhere and hit him right in the face with a loud smack. Albus peeled the balloon off his face and looked around, rather shocked at this unexpected incident.

"Who threw that balloon in my face?'' Albus exclaimed, a little taken aback by the incident. Just then, Peeves flew by with a cheeky grin across his face. He looked Albus straight in the eyes, stuck his tongue out at him, and flew off.

Headmistress McGonagall came walking towards the group of the new first year students.

'Welcome to Hogwarts", she announced over the crowd. "You will soon be sorted into your houses", McGonagall swiftly turned around and strode off into the dimly lit hall.

"Are you Harry Potter's son?" said a sly voice from behind Albus. "I'm Noah Ryan".

"Yes, I'm Albus Severus Potter", he said as he shook Noah's hand.

"Alright students, it is now time to assign you to your houses", said McGonagall, who had returned to the hall. "Follow me".

She led them into a large dining hall, which was lit up by candles floating around in the air. All the students huddled round in the centre of the room.

"All students will be assigned to either Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Without further adieu, let us begin. When I call your name you shall step forward and place the sorting hat upon your head."

"Albus Severus Potter."

Albus looks around, hoping it is not his name that is being called. The crowd starts to murmur. People are looking around at each other, wondering where the person that has just been called is. Albus ducks down behind a rather large girl who is also wondering where this person may be.

"Albus Severus Potter!" McGonagall repeats in a raised voice.

Albus sees no way around it, so he steps forward, staring intensly at his shoes as he walks to the front of the crowd. Albus plots himself down on the stool and the sorting hat is placed on his head.

"Well now, what do we have here, another Potter!" The hat bellows "So where should I place you?"

"Not Slytherin", Albus whispers.

"Not Slytherin? Your father didn't want to be put in Slytherin either, you know. I went against my gut feeling back then, but I am not going to do it again." Albus' heart sinks.

"Slytherin!" the hat calls out. Albus can feel all the blood drain from his face.

He forces himself to stand up, frantically searching for his brother James in the crowd. He finally locks eyes with him. James gave him a faint smile. As Albus walked by on his way over to the Slytherin table, James stands up and embraces him in a tight hug. Albus makes his way over to his assigned house and slumps down on the bench, burying his face in his arms.

This is not how my first day was supposed to go, he thought to himself.