Hey guys, it's been a few years since I've updated this story. I'm back now though and I'm ready to write about the HP kiddos! I'm not a writer by nature, nor do I have a great grasp on perfect grammar, syntax, etc... so feel free to let me know when I mess up!
This story is going to be pretty heavily revamped since I last posted it.
HP and the Cursed Child was years before being announced when I first started this fic, and well although I appreciate new content, I found it disappointing and forced. The characters seemed really out of character and it almost sounded like a bad fanfiction in itself.
This revamp of my original story is mostly self-indulgent, but I hope people enjoy anyways.
Just some background info before you divulge into this fic...
Harry is mixed race in my writings!
He is half white (Lily Evans side) and half (James Potter side) Desi-Indian
Thus the Potter kids are on the tan side. They're a tad lighter than Harry, but no where near as pale as Ginny. They do have some freckles though and Albus is the only one who inherited Harry's poor eyesight. He's got round glasses like Harry.
Hermione is black in my writings!
Thus Ron and Hermione's kids Rose and Hugo are half black and half white. Rose has lots of freckles like Ron and Hermione's mane of hair.
Also I see Harry as a closeted bisexual. There is going to be lot's of diversity and inclusion here, so if you don't like that leave now.
(Side rant: I definitely see James as an Indian kid who dealt with lots of racism in his youth and Lily as a white muggleborn. This explains James' initial hostility towards Severus in the series as James does not tolerate prejudice. British colonialism exposed James to lots of racism in his youth. Thus James cannot stand Severus Snape and his prejudice towards muggles. Also I don't think James finds out about Severus' home life so his bullying of Snape, albeit awful, is something James believes is deserved for Snape's dark tendencies.)
Chapter 1: New Beginnings
Albus and Rose pressed their fingers against the icy window of the Hogwarts Express, catching a few last glances of their parents and jealous younger siblings. The train started rolling forward and let out a loud whistle as they watched Hugo and Lily try to keep up with the train. Albus laughed as he watched Lily trip on the hem of her dress and fall square on her face while Hugo stepped over her and continued running after the train.
"Oh, Hugo!"
Rose sighed and covered her freckled face with her hand.
"He's so inconsiderate."
The train started to pick up in speed and Albus squinted to see Aunt Hermione giving Hugo a good scolding as Lily sobbed into their mothers robes. Albus caught his fathers eyes and waved one last time before the fog engulfed the last sight of his family and the train set off to their knew home.
Albus curled up tightly with a rather itchy hand-knit maroon and gold blanket from his grandmother and leaned his head on the window to watch the trees go by outside. He watched his breath fog up the window and slowly fade many times to calm his nerves, but it wasn't working anymore. He tried fixing his hair while watching his reflection, but as expected his efforts were futile. He even tried tapping his foot on the floor, but all he got was a glare from Rose who was rereading Hogwarts a History for what felt like the millionth time. Rose's wand was balanced on her ear precariously, and her dark bushy hair was falling every which way after breaking out of one too many hair ties.
It was funny really, how much Rose was a perfect mix of both Hermione and Ron. Hermione's complexion was deep brown and Ron's was pale white. Rose however had a medium brown skin tone with Hermione's bushy hair and Ron's heavy smattering of freckles. Although her nose was often buried in books, she certainly had an adventurous spirit for getting into trouble. While Albus much preferred steering clear of any trouble, Rose had a knack for dragging him into it. There was no doubt she was a Granger-Weasley.
Snapping him out of his thoughts, a small puffy tabby cat swat his hand with her paw suddenly. Albus had been tapping his fingers too loudly, as he woke up his disgruntled cat Sage. Her green eyes gazed down to watch Rose's tiny owl Petal, who was still sound asleep. Sage glared back up at Albus and flicked her whiskers as if to say how dare you wake me up. As Albus scratched behind her ears and under her chin and all was forgiven. Sage purred as she slowly fell back asleep in his lap, leaving Albus with his anxious thoughts.
Ever since his brother James put the idea in his head, Albus kept worrying about being placed in Slytherin. It made his stomach churn and knot up at the thought. What would his siblings think? What would his schoolmates think? Everyone in his family was always put in Gryffindor. What if little Albus Potter was put into the house that housed so many dark witches and wizards? Would that make him a bad person?
He slouched back into his seat and watched as Sage stretched her legs and opened her eyes. She looked up at Albus with a sympathetic green glance that reminded him of his father and his words...
Albus Severus, you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.
Albus knew that his father's words were supposed to put him at ease, but they didn't.
Severus Snape never sounded like a good person to him, nor did Albus Dumbledore for that matter. Snape was conflicted and troubled, but he was still cruel and unfair to his students. Severus Snape only helped his father because he was in love with his grandmother Lily and Albus Dumbledore used Harry as a child soldier. Both of these men seemed to use his father for their own gain, and somehow made Harry believe that their intentions were solely good.
Albus Potter would never tell Harry these thoughts, he preferred to have his father believe that these men were good role models and look back on things with fondness rather than horror. Harry had been through enough. He shouldn't have to rethink his heroes and relive his traumas.
So maybe Gryffindors weren't necessarily always good.
Maybe there were no good or bad houses?
After all, Andromeda Tonks and Regulus Black were put in Slytherin and traitors like Peter Pettigrew could end up in Gryffindor.
But there were just so many dark wizards that were sorted into Slytherin house compared to other houses...
Somehow, Albus' thoughts just made him feel more sick.
He couldn't shake the thought that bad people were sorted into Slytherin, and that somehow he felt like he was one of them.
Snapping Albus out of his haze, Rose jabbed him in the arm with her elbow.
"Oi, Al! We're witches and wizards, not zombies. Honestly, get a grip, cousin."
Al rubbed his shoulder as Sage jumped off his lap with a puffed up tail after Rose's sudden noise.
"Right, sorry."
"Oh, sorry Sage." Rose held out her hand for Sage to sniff.
"I didn't mean to startle you, I just wanted to knock some sense into your human."
Sage decided to forgive Rose and curled up in her lap purring soundly.
"Oh great. Bruise my arm and steal my cat." Al rolled his eyes. "You're such a charming cousin."
"Yeah, she sure looks stolen." Rose said gesturing towards the now asleep Sage.
"She's been cat-napped. She's soooo mortified."
"Okay whatever." Al grumbled.
James knocked on the glass.
"Losers get your crap together. Hogwarts in three minutes."
"Already?"
Al looked over at Rose who had already put on her robes.
"We have to hurry Al!" Rose closed the latch to her tiny owls cage and proceeded to coax Sage into her cat carrier with treats.
Al shrugged on his black robes and carried his cat and baggage off of the train.
