ASP Year ONE
Mum and Dad have just dropped me off, I am now officially a Hogwarts student. Sometimes, this moment has seemed worlds away. But already, after not even quite leaving King's Cross Station, London, most people in the school know who I am. I am Albus Severus Potter, son of Harry and Ginny Potter, brother to James Sirius and Lily Luna Potter.
But my dad is the one they know me for. You see, my father was only a year and four months old when he stopped the greatest dark wizard in history. Lord Voldemort, or his real name, Tom Marvolo Riddle. That is why they know who I am. Because a baby destroyed a dark wizard who had no heart. No conscience. Not even a full soul. Well, that part is later. The night my infant father destroyed the body of the Dark Lord, his parents were murdered. They were betrayed by a person whom they trusted, with their lives. Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail as he was known, betrayed them, so he could save himself. But he didn't stop there; he framed my grandfather's best friend Sirius Black for the whole thing.
And people believed him, mostly because Sirius was so angry that Peter betrayed him and then Peter killed 13 innocent muggle bystanders, cut off his finer and transformed into a rat. He, Sirius and my Grandfather were all unregistered Animagi, so nothing could be proved. Sirius was sent to Azkaban for the murders of the Muggles and Pettigrew, but later escaped, as he changed into his Animagi form. He then went on the run, the whole time, believing the last person left of his group of friends he could trust hated him and believed him a servant of Voldemort, a Death Eater, like his younger brother. The last person he trusted, except Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, was his old friend, Remus Lupin, or Moony, as his nickname was, on account of his 'furry little problem'. He was a werewolf.
Sirius, Remus, James (my granddad) and Pettigrew made up the members of the mischievous little group called the Marauders. This is why they trusted each other so much. There was so much history. My grandma and granddad originally wanted Sirius to be their Secret Keeper ( the person they trusted with their location of hiding), but Sirius said a) they would expect him to do it, not scrawny little Peter and b) there was too much at stake and didn't feel himself capable. Sirius was also my father's Godfather.
It was Sirius who suggested they use Peter, and it was the one thing he regretted most until he died.
That is the beginning of my father's story, and all you need to know.
I don't care that people know who I am, I'll just make friends (and enemies) quicker that way. My brother is also on the Quidditch team, as one of the three Chasers. As it's my first year, I can't try out for the team yet, but next year, the team seeker is leaving as this is the start of her 7th year, so I'm hoping I'll be good enough to take her place. The thing is though, she's my cousin Victoire. Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur's daughter, and her sister, Dominique, is a Chaser, like James, our family makes up almost all of the Gryffindor/ Ravenclaw Quidditch team. We even have one of our family on the Hufflepuff team, Teddy Lupin. Personally, I think he's bright enough to be in Ravenclaw, but, being the grateful person he is, he just sees it as a challenge instead of a set back.
I walk down the train with my brother and cousin Rose Weasley. James finds the first compartment with a first year inside, pushes us inside and goes off to find Sam and Ty, his best friends . Rose and I stand up from where James pushed us over and sit down. Neither of us really looks at the person sitting across from us, with eyes open wide in the shock of us falling onto the ground in front of him.
"Bloody hell! You're Scorpius Malfoy!" I say, clearly shocked by who it is.
"Bloody hell! You're Albus Potter!" he says back to me.
"And I'm Rose Weasley, now are we all done with introductions?" Rose says, and it earns a chuckle from both me and Scorpius.
"My father told me to stay away from your families, but I reckon, based entirely on first impressions which are often wrong, that you two are all right." Scorpius says to no one in particular.
"Gee, thanks for the compliment," mutters Rose and I try hard not to laugh, and when a chuckle slips out, Rose turns and glares at me. Dad told me she looks just like Aunt Hermione when she does that, but I can't imagine why, she's lovely, the kind of person you can't imagine doing much wrong.
Scorpius and I start up a conversation about Quidditch and Rose often chimes in with who she supports, the team my mother played for a few years ago, the Holyhead Harpies, the only all-girl team in Britain, whereas I support the team my father has supported since he was 11, the Chudley Cannons. Scorpius agrees with me, ever since we got that new Keeper, Oliver Wood, we have started to climb the leaderboard. Apparently, he was the captain the year my Dad joined the team. By stopping Scorpius's dad from showing off and getting Nevi- I mean, Professor Longbottom's remembrall back. I can't believe I have to be taught by one of my dad's best friend, and my nearly next door neighbour. I mean, if I misbehave even a little bit, he'll tell my dad, and then my dad will send a howler at breakfast the next day, just like Uncle Ron got when he stole Grandpa Weasley's flying car. As you may have noticed by now, my family isn't like your average family. It's not even close to the average wizarding family. And it never will be.
[END OF CHAPTER 1]