Chapter one
"EXPELIARMUS, AVADA KEDERVA" two spells, shouted at the same exact instant always end the same dream right before it wakes me in a screaming rush.
Now before you go off thinking I'm crazy you should get to know me, my name is Albus Severus Potter, I am in my sixth year of school at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, and I have the greatest group of friends ever.
"Al, did you have that same nightmare again?" my dad Harry asked.
"Yeah, I did" I responded trying to sound better than I felt.
"How does the dream go?"
"Well, there are two people in Hogwarts' great hall looking as if they are about to duel, one that is about my height and looks a lot like you and the other is tall and has features that are almost snake-like." I stated felling better talking about things then just bottleing it all up.
"What do you mean, snake-like?" he asked me sounding extremely worried
"He was extremly pale, bald, with eyes and nostrils like slits." I answered him sounding curious
He looked extremely worried by this fact and took a second to recover and ask me what happended next so I started again.
"Then at the same time they both cast spells at each other and the tall one's spell rebounds and kills him."
"What spells were they?"
"I don't see how that's importnant." I stated slightly agitated.
"WHAT SPELLS!" He scramed.
"Ex-Expeliarmus and Avada Kederva" I answered extremely afraid.
"Albus, there's something that you need to know." he said sighing. "When I was in seventh year at Hogwarts and Voldemort was at the height of power in the second war he had complete control over Hogwarts and there was a small resistance movement-"
"Yeah, there's a paragraph on it in the History of Magic textbook."
"Al, don't interupt me again," he told me sounding slightly annoyed. "Anyways, when me your aunt Hermione and your uncle Ron came back to Hogwarts we fought against all of Voldemort's Death Eaters known as The Battle of Hogwarts. Then when Voldemort entered the fighting a duel comenced between us, then at one point we both fired spells at each other and they rebound off and my wand gets knocked out of my hand but since Voldemort cast the killing curse he was killed," he seemed extremley haunted by this one memory.
"Listen dad, it's not your fault that the curse rebounded and he died." I told him trying to sound understanding.
"Thanks, hey you need to rest up," he said trying to sound upbeat, "you and Lilly need to get on the Hogwarts Experess tomorrow." and with that he left my room.
A/N: I hope you read and review this, was it good, bad, an abomination? Tell me
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling therefore I don't own Harry Potter