I do not own Harry Potter. But I have read the 7th book so beware…there are spoilers in here. And this is in the 19 year after…

A fate not my own: Chapter 1: The past is never behind us

The train moved fast, rocking over the tracks at a steady and even rate, almost unknown to most of the young students aboard the large train. Albus rested his head on the glass of the window, watching the view fly by. He gave out a heavy sigh as he turned his attention to his older brother, James, as he laughed and talked with old friends. "So easy-going, how can he be so uncaring? Or am I the one that dose not care?" Albus bit his lib as he thought of that. Everyone had always told him that he acted more like his father than any of the others. They had always said he would be as great as his father. And yet at the same time people had always told him he didn't seem like a Potter or a Weasley.

"Hey, Albus! Get your head out of the sky," James looked at him and then turned to his friends, "See, told you he was strange… always daydreaming." James and his friends gave a little laugh but Albus closed his eyes.

"Not day dreaming, James. I don't day dream. I wonder. I wonder about everything, and you about nothing!" Albus say this out loud but all he got was blank looks. They didn't seem to understand him. All at once they started laughing again.

"Get off it Albus. Talk in human you dumby! Not in snake!" James always made fun off the fact that Albus could talk to snakes. But only when they were alone. Once when he made fun of it while dad was around he got his wand taking away for two weeks.

"It's called Par-"

"I could care less, snake mouth!" James stuck out his tongue and hissed like a snake, "You know I hope you get into Slytherin. That way you can talk to snakes all you want!"

Albus stood up and left the room that he was in. He walked around and finally found a room that only one other person was in. Albus knocked and put his head in, "May I seat here, I mean do you mind-"

"Not at all, take a seat." The girl patted the seat across from her and he sat, almost to fast, "I'm Raven." She put her hand out.

Albus was overwhelmed, Raven had long black hair, most of it in a loose pony tail and some of it coming in her face. Her black hair was highlighted in red; making her black eyes shine a bit. She was already in her robes and her smile seemed to welcome him. "Albus, most people call Me Al or Ally. Nice to meet you." He took her hand and he noticed he had a firm hand.

"You're James brother, aren't you? I head some of his friends talk about you earlier." She asked this kindly and slowly, her black eyes curious.

"Yea, you know him? So you're a third year?" Albus asked, hoping he would get in her house.

"Oh, heavens, no! This is my first. But I met James. Kinda looks like you." She titled her head, as if tiring to see all of him, "But you look more like your father."

"I get it a lot. Thanks."

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

Raven leaned in closer to him. "They said you can speak to snakes."

Albus nodded. He looked away then relised something, "You..you just spoke-"

"-I know. That's why I did I t. It's good if you can tell the difference."

"Yea, I never thought of that. My father said he use to speck it, too. For some reason he stopped." Albus said out loud.

"My father died a few years before I was born. I think I got it from him, also."

"Oh..wait?Did you say a few years? How is that possible?" Albus asked her with wonder.

"I don't know. He just did. He died 19 years ago. I was born 12 years ago." Raven said

"I don't understand. Thanks not- How can-"

"We live in a world of magic, Al, anything is possible, is it not?" She said, as the train stopped at the station.

"I don't know. I think so…maybe." Albus said and for the first time felt like he want alone. "My father died 19 years ago…wait would that mean…" Albus would bear to think so but he griped Raven's wrist anyway, "Tell me. Tell me your last name. Who was your father?"

Raven pulled from him and gave a small smile, "Why dose it matter?"

"It matters to me."Ablus said, his eyes glaring at her.

"Riddle. My name is Raven Riddle. My father was Tom Riddle, why?" Raven said

Albus felt al the blood drain from him…Tom Riddle. The man that killed his grandparents. The man that had caused his father so mush pain…The man that his father killed….

Harry walked out of the station, his daughter in his hands and his wife and two best friends at his side.

"Can you believe it? All but two.. off to school?" Ginny asked

"Yea sis, I know what you mean. I cant believe it. Brings back memories, doesn't it?" Ron said.

"Yep, sure dose." Harry smiled a bit. And placed Lilly down so she could walk.

"What memories, daddy?" She asked as she gripped onto her mother's hand.

"Good ones, Lilly. Lots of good ones." Harry said as he ruffled her hair.

"Yep and lots of rule-breaking." Hermione Said with a laugh.

"At least it's all behind us." Ron said.

"What is behind you?" Lilly asked again, trying to keep up with the conversion going on.

"Just stuff that's better left in the past," Hermione said as she held her sleeping child, "Stuff that is no longer around."

"Ohhhhhh.." Lilly said as she rubbed the back of her head, "I'm confused. I don't get it."

"Maybe it's better that way, right Harry?" Ginny asked, looking behind her. But Harry was not there. He had fallen behind a little, "Harry?" Ginny picked up her child and ran the few yards behind her where she saw Harry sitting on the ground.

"Harry," Ron was at Ginny's sides while Hermione stood near-by, "Harry what's wrong?"

Harry was sitting, his hand to his scar which had started hurting just seconds before, "It hasn't…,"Harry said through grinned teeth, "It hasn't hurt me in…in years…why now?" HE bit his lip and then slowly stood, taking Ron' hand for balance.

"What's going on?" Lilly asked, confused and afraid.

Harry glanced at Ginny, whose eyes showed fear also, "Nothing, Lilly, just a headache. I'm fine." He gave her a force smile, and Ginny a look that clearly started Tel you later.

Ginny put Lilly down and told her slowly, "Why don't you go to the park, we'll met you there, ok?" Lilly nodded and ran the black and a half to the park.

"OK, spill." Ron said.

"What did you see?" Hermione asked slowly.

"Nothing…but I do know something." He said as he stood on his own.

"Well?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know how but somehow," Harry looked to the sky, "Somehow Tom Riddle has a daughter."

"WHAT!?" Ginny asked, shocked and scared.

"Yep. He has a daughter. But I don't know how I know."

"It matter's not. Is she a tread?" Ron asked

"I-I don't think so. I would have left it." He said.

"Then what did you fell?" Ginny asked

"Sadness." Harry said, looking her in the eyes.

"Well, Its looks like the past isn't really behind us, is it?" Ron asked

"No, I think it means that we are not the only ones trying to run from our past." Harry said as they entered the park.