Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the original Harry Potter books by JK Rowling. I do, however, own the plot and any other characters made throughout this story.

Chapter One

The best father in the world was disappearing out of site as the red steam train went around the corner into the lowering sun. Albus Severus Potter felt the anxiety and excitement build up inside of him as the train moved closer and closer to the school known as Hogwarts, which helped train the world's best witches and wizards of all time.

One of which was his father, Harry Potter.

Another such wizard, the wizard his father looked up to when he went to the nearing school, Albus Dumbledore. Who was recognized as the most powerful wizard when he lived. Albus Potter was very proud to be named after such a talented man.

Albus sunk into his seat, as he could no longer see his tall father or the red flame of his mother's hair. Rose seemed to have given up waving to her parents as well. Albus noticed a streak down her face, where a tear glided to the tip of her chin. He brushed the tear away with his finger; Rose grinned at him and said, 'Thanks, I must have something in my eye.' Albus' bigger brother James rolled his eyes. Fortunately Rose didn't see. 'We're cousins, we have to look out for each other,' Albus replied.

James had now started to make vomiting convulsions on the other side of the train compartment.

The sun was well and truly gone by the time the students had seen the Hogsmead Station approaching in the distance. 'You better get your robes on you twits!' James yelled at Albus and Rose from the compartment next to theirs. The young students snapped out of their conversation. Rose had been wearing her robes since she got on the train, sending Albus into a panic, worried he wouldn't get them on in time.

The train pulled into the station just as Albus got his last shoe on. As the students flooded out of the train James yanked his younger brother to the side. 'No pressure bro, but as Uncle Ron said, if you don't get into Gryffindor our family will disinherit you. See you at the sorting.' With that James gave a friendly punch on the shoulder of his brother and shuffled through the crowd to his friends.

He's just trying to wind you up, Albus said to himself. Dad said not to let him get to me.

Completely distracted by his brother's words, he had lost Rose in the swarming crowd. As he frantically searched for her he bumped into what seemed to be a think cement pole and fell to the ground flat on his back. But when sat up rubbing his sore neck, he couldn't believe his eyes. There stood a man, well what looked like a man, with a white beard down to his waist, two tuffs of white hair on either side of a shining scalp, he seemed to be wearing a dark, leather type material as a jacket, with matching pants and Albus saw a little squinty face underneath his thick beard.

With a start Albus realized who or what he was looking at. It was Hagrid! The half-giant his father always talked about. 'Ah, Hagrid? Are you Hagrid?' Albus asked.
The man looked around to find the source of the question being asked; eventually he looked down to see tiny Albus in a half sit-lie position on the ground. Apologizing profusely he held out his hand to help the young boy to his feet.

'I'm so s'ry, I didn' see yer there! Are yer ok?'

'Yes, I'm fine. So you are Hagrid?' Albus questioned again.

'Yer, tha's me!'

'Ah, I'm Albus Severus Pott---.'

'POTTER! ALBUS! Yer look jus' like yer father! So glad yer 'ere.'

'Um, thanks.' Said Albus, a little scared.

'Don' you worry 'bout coming 'ere. Yer dad loved it. I bet you will too! Come along now; get inta one o' these boats 'ere. There yer go. I'll see yer at the sortin'.'

Albus turned around and to his great relief he saw curly red locks next to his face. As he sat down he saw the familiar face of Rose.

'Where did you go? One second you were next to me and the next you were gone! I was really worried!' Rose's voice sounded like she was about to cry.
'My brother was just trying to scare me about the sorting, I'm sorry.'

The boat ever so softly started to move, so smoothly Albus didn't notice they were moving until he looked away from the strange boy that was in the boat with them to the rippling water. While they glided over the dark lake Rose and Albus talked about the sorting and how they so dearly hoped that they would be in Gryffindor. Albus totally forgot that the boy was sitting there until he said, 'I hope I'm in Gryffindor too. My whole family has been in Slytherin and I don't think it's the right house for me. I don't want to be known as a bad, evil wizard. I want to be brave and strong, unlike my father. He was in Slytherin.'

As he said these final words his face although incredibly pale seemed to turn slightly pink, he was probably embarrassed at speaking ill of his father.

'Well, you look pretty brave,' Rose said, turning scarlet.

'Thanks, so do you.' He replied.

His sharp features suddenly seemed to soften and he didn't speak another word the whole boat trip.