A/N: Hey Guys, this is my first Next generation Fan Fiction and I really hop you enjoy it! It begins in their first year for the first few chapters, but I plan to move them into sixth year asap, so I can get the story going how I intend! Anyway, I REALLY hope you enjoy it and REVIEW because I wrote this instead of revision so it should at least get something for its time-wasting quality! Please R&R and THANK YOU!

Chapter 1

A Trains Ride away

Albus Severus Potter POV

This was completely and utterly typical. The one day in my life that was truly important to me, and it was being ruined by none other than my idiot of a brother, James Sirius Potter. My worries however, having been diverted from the monstrosity of Thestrals, were now firmly focused once again on my brother's taunts.

"Dad, what if I'm in Slytherin?" I whispered to dad, hugging him tightly as I could. I didn't want to let go. Dad crouched down do our identical emerald eyes met.

Albus Severus, you were named after two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I knew," Dad said, in a quiet soothing voice.

"But just say-"

"-then Slytherin house will have gained an excellent student, won't it?" Dad interrupted my whine sternly, but his words were comforting. "It doesn't matter to us Al. But if it matters to you, you'll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account."

"Really?"

"It did for me," Said Dad, his eyes wistful behind his round glasses.

I paused, contemplating. If the hat gave dad a choice, was I safe from Slytherin house and James' eternal taunts? I looked up to see a great number of faces, both on the train and the platform, staring at me and Dad.

"Why are they all staring?" I demanded, as dad stood back up. Rose's head was craned around the train's open door, watching the eyes too.

"Don't let it worry you," Said Uncle Ron, grinning from his dizzying heights, brushing his Weasley Ginger hair from his forehead. "It's me. I'm extremely famous."

At this, and uncles Ron's ridiculous posing, I couldn't help but laugh nervously, even though my stomach felt as if it was being trampled by a wild pack of Hippogriffs! A whistle blew, and I hugged dad once more, before jumping onto the train with Rose, just in time for the door to slam behind me, leaving a pane of glass, distorting the world between my family and myself.

Another whistle blew and the train jerked into movement. I waved as we glided away from the platform and my smiling relatives, feeling much more reassured after talking to dad. I even smiled, forgetting all about James and his 'snake' remarks. The platform soon became no more than a dot on the horizon, before disappearing entirely as we turned a corner. Finally, I was only a train ride away from Hogwarts.

"Come on Al, let's find a carriage," Rose said, tugging on the back of my jumper. I nodded and followed my cousin's bobbing red head through the noisy, crowded corridors of the Hogwarts Express. Even in my family, I felt as if I was somewhat tall. Here, I felt like a house elf next to Hagrid's brother, Gwarp, as the older students pushed past us. Even now however, I noticed the wide eyes following Rose and I down the corridors.

"Why are they staring?" I demanded for the second time this morning. This time, I knew it wasn't Uncle Ron they were looking at.

"It's because you're a Potter. Just ignore them," Rose shrugged, stopping dead in front of a sliding door. "Come on, everywhere else is full."

She slid the door open, her robes swishing around her ankles as she stepped inside the compartment.

"Hello, is it okay if we join you?" Rose's voice echoed through what I thought was an empty carriage. I peered through the glass window to see a lone, skinny boy sitting in the corner, a thick book pulled up to his nose.

"Of-f Course," he stuttered nervously, lowering his book to reveal a large pair of horn rimmed glasses and a mop of messy, mousy brown hair.

I followed Rose into the carriage as she sat opposite the boy, sliding the door closed behind me.

"Thank you," Rose smiled, showing her toothy grin (minus the last baby tooth she'd proudly lost last week) as she sat. He, alike Rose was already in his brand new school robes, with not a button out of place.

"Not to worry," he smiled smally, his brown eyes belittled by his huge glasses.

"I'm Rose by the way, Rose Weasley, and this is-"

"HEY AL!" came a blood curdling familiar voice from the corridor, making all three of our heads swivel round to see James standing outside, flanked by my other cousins, Freddie and Louis. "Have fun- these are your final hours of being a part of this family! We'll disown you soon, Slytherin child!"

I swallowed my bile as James' cackling retreated down the corridor once again. The Hippogriffs, which had begun to clam into a reasonably subdued pack, now began to dance the conga through my insides, the last one stamping out a beat to the Macarena!

"Is he okay? He's gone awfully pale," the boy said, looking pointedly at me, but talking to Rose.

"AL-?"

"Gonna be sick!" I said, panicked. My hand shot to my mouth as a wave of nausea came over me once more- it seemed the Hippogriffs had taken flight! I really was going to be sick. As quick as I could, I barged past the boy's large book pile, sending heavy volumes flying, sticking my head out the open window and promptly throwing up over the side of the train.

Rose Weasley

I cringed as Al threw his head out of the window, chunks of yellow hitting the side of the train. The boy sighed, looking at his scattered books, but retreated once again behind his thick volume of Hogwarts: A History by Bathilda Bagshot- updated by Terry Boot. He read so quickly, it looked as if he was only skimming the pages.

"Do you actually read that fast?" I asked, after watching him read for several minutes, my thought accompanied by Albus' moans.

"You're conscious brain can take in up to 5000 words a minute, while your unconscious brain can process 20,000 words a minute-" he said, pushing his glasses back up his nose. I frowned at him, making him smile shyly. "Yes, I can actually read that quickly."

"Arugghhhhh," Albus moaned again from outside, his bout of sickness seemingly over as he hung from the train. I thanked Merlin the smell was taken away by the clear air outside, otherwise I'd be sick too. As much as I felt for Albus, he wasn't the only nervous first year on the train! It's not like I have to live up to anyone either, my mother being the smartest witch of her age and all!

"Is he usually like this?" the boy asked. I nodded, holding back a sigh as I watched my cousins black hair blow crazily in the wind- not that it ever sat straight anyway!

"Meet Albus."

"Okay. Well, anyway, my name is Sebastian Rochford," he said, waving awkwardly from his seat, making him look somewhat like a scarecrow for some reason. Al groaned again.

There was a knock on the door, followed promptly by a high, polite voice. "Excuse me, it is okay if—What on earth?!"

I looked up to see two girls with dark blonde hair looking slightly dumbstruck as they stood on the threshold of our compartment, watching Albus dangle out of the window precariously. I sighed, my pity overwhelming my irritation with my drama queen of a cousin. There was no way on earth Albus Severus Potter was ever going to make friends now.

"What in Merlin's name is he doing?" The taller of the two asked, looking overly concerned for the well being of my cousin. Her blue eyes were fixed on his dangling body, and it only just struck me he was in danger of falling off the train.

"Being sick," I sighed, pulling Albus back in by his Hand-Knitted-One-Of-A-Kind-Grandmum-Weasley Jumper. He looked slightly windswept and as pale as ever, but at least now he wasn't being sick.

"Surely a paper bag would be easier," the tall girl said, her eyes now falling on the books strewn across the floor. Albus, once again inside, finally found the source of the new voices, and suddenly became very red. His embarrassment only made this situation funnier.

"It would have, but then it would not have been unique to Albus." I smirked, enjoying watching Al's face turn beetroot red in front of the two new arrivals.

"Right, well, may we come in?" she asked, smiling tentatively. "We have sweeties."

"Well then, don't be shy, come on in," Albus smiled, finally finding his voice again in front of the pretty girl and her silent friend, who scooted in behind her.

"I'm Phoebe McLaggen, " The pretty blonde said, smiling to show her two dimples, her big blue eyes lighting up and completely dazzling Albus back into a pink cheeked silence. I doubted he'd be a terribly successful ladies man either. "And this is Charlotte Wood."

The other girl smiled shyly. Her freckled face was also hidden behind an identical pair of glasses to Sebastian's, and her blonde bun bobbed on her head as she cocked it to one side to smile. She was shorter than Phoebe, but not be much, with a rounder face and darker eyes. They were almost grey.

"I'm Rose Weasley. This idiot here is Albus and this is Sebastian," again, Sebastian did his little wave that reminded me of a scarecrow.

"Nice to meet you," Phoebe smiled. "So, Erm, may I ask why you where being sick?"

"Bad bacon butty," Albus muttered. I bit my lip to hold back my giggles at Albus' overwhelming red face- he looked like Uncle Charlie after one too many fire whiskeys!

"Really, I thought it was because of that boy's taunts." Sebastian said, his eyebrows meeting as he frowned at Albus.

"What boy?" Phoebe asked. I wasn't sure if Albus wanted this information divulged, but I had a feeling Phoebe (since glasses girl- Charlotte- hadn't said anything yet, I doubted she was overly curious) wouldn't give up without a satisfactory answer.

"He's Albus' older brother, James. He's been taunting all summer over how getting into Slytherin," I explained. Just the mention of Slytherin made Albus' Cardinal red colour drain from his cheeks. "But James doesn't know anything, and I'm sure he won't end up in Slytherin." I added firmly, even if only for Albus' benefit.

"Well, I'm sure Slytherin is a perfectly pleasant house, and that if you get into it you'll enjoy it very much," Phoebe said, coxing a small smile from Al.

"Actually, there is a 1-in-4 chance of getting into Slytherin, and that's without adding the personality factor into it. Also, throughout history of the Wizarding world, the house of Salazar Slytherin is notorious for bringing up and producing dark wizards. In fact, the first recorded dark wizard, Jacob Pervellion, was a young wizard from Slytherin house in the 1500's. He was known for magically torturing his female victims before strangling and eventually devouring them. In the muggle world, he was named 'Jack the Ripper' and was greatly feared by both the Wizarding and non-magic communities. In fact, some sources say his attacks first began at Hogwarts on the female students, but it was mistaken for rouge Thestrals. After that, it seems every dark wizard in history has been produced form this house, the last of whom was lord Voldermort, who was defeated 17 years ago. . Whether or not it is because physcopaths, sociopath's, narcissists, or sadists are put into this house or whether the only dark wizards that are recognised are from Slytherin due to our minds seeking patterns is unclear. However, some believe it is younger students living up to expectations set down by the rest of the community within Hogwarts that they must be evil, henceforth producing you dark wizards." I hadn't realised my mouth was hanging open until Sebastian stopped talking, and Albus once again groaned. I snapped it shut, for fear of catching Nargles, and looked over to my ill cousin.

"I don't think that helped much," Phoebe pointed out as Albus put his head in his hands.

"Sorry," Sebastian apologised, looking abashed.

"I'll never make it out alive!" he groaned.

"That is fascinating!" a new, rather well spoken voice gushed as Albus sank to the floor, his head between his knees, landing on another thick book. I looked to see Charlotte beaming at Sebastian, her grey eyes wide. "Where did you learn it?"

"Hogwarts: A History revised has most of it; however I did do some independent research on Hogwarts as a whole before coming. I thought I should know something about the school before actually going. You see-"and for the rest of the train ride, those two didn't shut up, much to both mine and Phoebe's shock, who divulged that Charlotte, also referring to be known as Charlie, was very shy. Albus however, threw up once more, despite mine and Phoebe's reassurance he wouldn't become a dark wizard (I shot Sebastian a warning glance before he corrected me otherwise) didn't seem to get much better. By the time it was time to put his robes on, I had exhausted all attempts to reassure my cousin and had finally retreated behind 'It's all about the swish and flick; a Basic Guide to Charms' by Fillius Flitwick. All I could really do now was hope he didn't actually get put in Slytherin. Then all would be well.

A/N: THANK YOU! for reading the first chapter- If you like it please give me a review because If I don't get any feedback I will waste away and write no more! And you don't want that to happen now do you :P