The three ps
1 the first dream.-Albus
Albus sat up and shrieked. He had had a nightmare - probably the worst one of his life. He had seen a huge three headed dog, and it had bit him. He lay there wishing his mum was there. She would have comforted him on his first day at Hogwarts. Albus heard moans and groans, he flushed he was embarrassed to have screamed like that. One of those moans and groans fell off the top bed half asleep. It was one of his two best friends either Mitchell Creevey or Mark Creevey; he couldn't tell they were twins! He tried Mark. "Hey mark, wake up you fell out of bed."
"It's not Mark its Mitchell how many times do I have to tell you." he teased and punched Albus playfully in the shoulder.
"Well it is impossible to tell you two apart." retorted Albus.
"Ok truce. I don't exactly like fighting. But I've been wondering since last night at the sorting hat when they called your name are you really Harry Potter's son?" demanded Mitchell.
"Yep he's my dad. See?" said Albus almost arrogantly. He pointed to his fore head and behind a clump of brown hair there was a scar shaped faintly like a lightning bolt.