Year 1

Kurt Douglas Potter raced out of his front door, tears spilling down his face. The eleven year old's father had just been murdered and the killer was chasing him now. Kurt was the son of Albus Severus Potter and grandson of the-boy-who-lived.

He heard the angry yell of the murderer behind him. He heard a gunshot and saw the bullet hit the concrete next to him. Then he heard something whizzing through the air behind him. Then he felt it pierce into his left calf. A knife. He kept running, despite the pain. He just hoped that the murderer was out of ammo for his gun and had no more knives.

He ran down street after street, not turning back to see if he was still being chased. He ended up inside some small bar. He went out the back door and sat down by some kind brick wall. He finally curled up and started crying, remembering the last conversation he had with his father.

Albus says, " Kurt, I have to tell you something very important that my father had once told me."

Kurt just shrugs, "Sure, go ahead, Dad."

"Have you ever heard of Hogwarts?"

"Nope." He admitted.

"Hogwarts is-"

"Dad, behind you!" He shrieked pointing at a man, who held a knife and a gun.

He saw him slit his father's throat and shoot him in the chest to make sure that he was dead.

"No, Dad!" He had screamed, before fleeing the house.

That was how he had ended up in this bar. He sat up and huddled against the brick wall, tears still leaking out of his eyes. He buried his face in his arms.

His mom was dead too, but because she died in childbirth. Now his only family was his grandparents (Harry and Ginny Potter), his uncle (James Sirius Potter), and his aunt (Lily Luna Potter).

"Kid?" A man's voice. "Hey, kid. Wake up."

He opened his eyes and raised his head, amazed that he had accidentally fallen asleep.

"What?" He asked, half in awe. The man was huge! He was old too. He had gray hair and a gray beard as well. He looked kind.

"What?" The man echoed. "What's wrong, son?"

He rested his chin on his knees. "My father was murdered." Suddenly he remembered the knife in his leg. He pulled it out and threw it on the ground. "Ouch."

"The murderer tried to kill you too?" The man asked him.

Kurt just nodded sadly.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Kurt Douglas Potter." He said blankly.

He saw surprise light up the man's face. "You're a Potter? That means that Albus is dead."

He just nodded again.

"Did he ever tell you about Hogwarts?" The man asked.

"He was starting to when he was killed." Kurt responded. "So not really. Who are you anyway?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Oops." He looked guilty. "I am Rubeus Hagrid."

Kurt got to his feet and reached out a hand. "Nice to meet you."

Hagrid shook his hand. "Same to you, grandson of Harry."

"You know my grandfather?" He asked, surprised.

"As a matter of fact, I did." Hagrid nodded. "I was the one who brought him to Hogwarts. Showed him through Diagon Alley for the first time and everything."

"So, uh, could you explain some of this to me, please?" Kurt asked.

"How much of it?"

"Uh, well, all of it. Diagon Alley and Hogwarts."

"Of course." Hagrid nodded. "But first, I need you to follow me so Muggles don't overhear us."

"What's a Muggle?"

"I'll explain that later too."

"Okay."

Hagrid turned around and started tapping the brick wall strangely. He took a step back once he had finished. The wall opened!

"What the-" He gaped.

"Come on, Kurt." Hagrid said as he began walking into the town beyond the door.

"Where are we, Hagrid?"

"Diagon Alley."

"Uh, what do you do here?" He asked, feeling stupid for not knowing.

"You buy everything you need for Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry." Hagrid responded.

"I don't understand." Kurt said as they walked further in. He heard the brick door close behind them. "What do you mean?"

"You're a wizard, Kurt." Hagrid with said excitement and optimism in his voice.

"A-a wizard?" He stammered

"Yes." Hagrid nodded. "Just like Albus and Harry before you. And Harry's parents."

"So, this is what Dad was trying to tell me before he was killed." He murmured in awe.

"Oh, I just remembered." Hagrid suddenly said. He reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. He handed it over to Kurt.

"What's this?" He asked.

"Open it."

He did. He read the first line out loud. "You have been accepted into Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry."

Hagrid beamed. "Well, let's go get your stuff, Kurt."

"Okay." He grinned back.

*X*

"Anything else?" Hagrid asked.

"Umm, I still need…a wand." He looked at Hagrid. They had almost gotten everything now.

"Ah. Well, let's go to Ollivander's." Hagrid pointed to a building down the street.

They walked over.

"Go on inside, I got to go get something." Hagrid told him. "I'll be back."

Hagrid walked off.

Kurt went inside, but saw no one. "Hello?" He called, a little loudly.

A frail looking old man emerged from a hallway. He walked over to the counter. "Hello, Mr. Potter. I had been waiting for you."

"Uh, I came for a wand." He said.

"Of course you did." Ollivander smiled. He grabbed a box from a shelf next to him. He opened it and pulled out an interesting looking stick. He carefully handed it to Kurt.

Kurt took it and waved it slightly. A glass vase exploded and the boy almost dropped the wand in surprise. He put it on the counter.

"Okay, apparently not that one." The wand maker said, grabbing another box and opening it. He handed Kurt the second wand.

The eleven year old waved it. Some boxes flew off of the shelves. He handed it back to the old man, who handed him another in return.

Before he could wave this wand, however, Kurt felt peaceful warmth from it. It glowed in his hand and then he began to glow.

"Whoa." Ollivander murmured in awe.

Kurt looked at him curiously as the glowing faded, but the warmth stayed. "What?"

"It's curious that this wand chooses you."

"Why?"

"Because this is the wand that killed Albus Dumbledore. The wand of Severus Snape."

There was a knock on the door and Kurt's gaze moved to the window. Hagrid was there. In his arm, he held a cage that contained a caramel brown owl with a white belly and white under the wings. A smile spread across Kurt's face.

*X*

"Hagrid, you never told me about Muggles." He reminded him.

"Oh yes." The half-giant remembered. "Muggles are non-magic people."

"Oh." Kurt said.

They were in the King's Cross Train Station.

"Well, since I'm one of the teachers, I'm afraid I'll have to be going." Hagrid told him, handing Kurt the train ticket. "Stick to your ticket." Then he turned around and walked towards the exit of the station.

He looked at the ticket. It said Platform 9 ¾. Kurt was confused. "Nine and three quarters?"

He continued to the platforms, forcing most of his effort into pushing his trolley, which held his owl and his trunk. He had named the owl Bitsy.

He found platform nine and saw ten not too far away. How was he supposed to be on nine and three quarters exactly?

"Platform nine and three quarters is this way." The voice of a man said.

Kurt spotted him and a couple of other kids. He followed them and one of the kids, a girl ran pushing her trolley straight for a wall. She disappeared into it. Kurt was shocked. He pushed his trolley up besides the father of the two kids.

"Excuse me, sir." Kurt asked. "But, could you tell me how to get onto the platform?"

The man chuckled softly. "Of course. It's Dom's first time too."

Kurt nodded towards the boy, who waved at him.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself." The man said. "I am Hugo Weasley."

"I'm Kurt Potter." He said shaking Hugo's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Son of Albus?" Hugo asked.

"Yes." He said.

"I'm sorry to hear about his death." Hugo said.

"How do you-"

"In the Daily Prophet." He said. "Alright, back to business. To get onto the platform, run at the wall right where you saw Holly go." He pointed at the wall. "You can run or walk. It doesn't really matter."

Kurt grabbed the handle of the trolley and ran at the wall, eyes squeezed shut. When he opened them, he was on platform nine and three quarters. He moved out of the way and headed for the train, which was almost ready to go.

He handed the conductor his ticket and got on. He got in the first empty booth and put his trunk in the storage right above his head. He put Bitsy's cage on the table. He gently stroked the owl through the bars.