Hello! This is my fist Harry Potter fanfiction, and I recently re-watched the series and was inspired and especially by Albus Potter (Harry's Son) being in Slytherin and originally, this fanfiction was a Albus Love Story, however after writing this my plot altered when I began writing this further and further!

Anyway I hope you enjoy this story!

Just for references the ages are listed below

Albus Potter - 13

Scorpios Malfoy - 13

Rose Weasley - 13

Alannah Parker (Created Character) - 13

James Sirius Potter - 15

Disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter, neither the characters besides my own creation, (Alannah)

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this story, I tried my best on it!

Had she not seen the unpredicted doom? She surely would have had a Nano metre doubt, or second of her consequences, consequences be damned she had thought naïvely.

"Alannah! Alannah!"

Her mind throbbed, black speckles fogged her memories, her mind laid in eternal darkness; though that was not all true, from what would have been her pherilal vision she noticed figures, shadows swaying eagerly, calling out to her, calling for her. The concern and warmth laced in their tone would have made her heart melt at such warmth, but her mind and soul was an empty void, the only appeasing thing was the haze of darkness scuttling out to her. The darkness did not seem more appealing than the light, but she'd always been one for enigmatic, ambiguity was not an alternative.

The voices became strained, painful until, they eventually weakened, and faded slowly out, just like the sound of her faint heartbeat. Had she been floating, or frozen? Desecration could have been an appropriate choice, fragments of her remains scattered across her monstrous soul. She wasn't a monster, not really, would a monster crave attention?

She didn't count how long she'd been there, though she doubts she could. Suddenly, smoke began rising, smouldering fire licked at her relics, and strangely, she felt whole again; or part whole. She needed to feel something, anything and so she had. Her brain pounded vigorously, colours, images and patterns splattered irrepressibly, some prominent and others…not so prominent.

Her choice was malevolent, but not reversible; anything but reversible.

Chapter One

Her mind squalled as she frantically glanced around, where was she? A thick gland of sweat coated her forehead causing strays of her thick hair to stick. Her body thrummed with confusion and anxiety. Her eyes burned under the ablaze light. She could feel her heart pounding, her mouth was dryer than the Sahara desserts, yet her body was wetter than the Niagara Falls.

"Hello, are you aright?"

A new voice squalled through the cruel ecstasy; her vision slowly retreated back to her cerulean eyes, as they frantically glanced around.

"Erm...Hello?" The voice seemed rather awkward than concerned. Alannah's vision halted on the young girl that stood in front of her, her thick auburn hair cascades in curls around her oval face.

As Alannah spoke, her own voice shook her. "Yeah." She breathed; it had seemed imbalanced compared to the girl's flawless British one.

"Come on." She beckoned gently; Alannah contemplated her pale hand before gently accepting it and heaving herself up.

"Rose, Rose Weasley. The girl introduced, as she flounced of her snug bed and prowled briskly through her small dressers.

"It's not much, but it's the best I have." She admitted timidly. Alannah nodded gratefully, and placed the fold of clothes on her-Rose arm, onto her own.

Her tongue was drier than a cats - "Alannah…Alannah…I think." She mumbled, adjusting the words to the fluky vocabulary tumbling of her tongue.

Her eyebrows shot up befuddled "You think?" Her voice rising an octave, staring at disbelief. The girl- Alannah seemed abnormal, incredibly abnormal. She didn't know her own name?

Alannah benumbed "I know." She revised, but it seemed too late now.

Changing into the grey, melange knit sweater Alannah took time to observe her frail body. There was light bruising all over her body some more prominent than others, but they would all be shielded with clothing.

Once she was changed, Alannah took the time to explore the bedroom. It was a mundane dorm room with one small bunk bed laid in the corner, opposite rested a steep bay window and rusty dark oak door. Alannah had caught a glimpse of Rose's escape from that same door. Had Rose gone? Had she left Alannah?

Before Alannah could react the door swung open and Rose emerged with a wary glance and some water. "Sorry…I got some water for you." She explained hesitantly, however Alannah's eyes were glued on the glass of water.

Rose inclined her hand an inch and Alannah had already snatched the clear liquid from her grasp and gulped it down appreciatively. Rose who was clearly taken back and slightly occulted by her sharp reflexes.

Alannah glanced up as her tongue swirled around the last drop of water, a tint of colour covered her cheeks.

"Thank you." She breathlessly whispered.

Rose nodded unsure, "So…what dorm are you?" She questioned slowly.

Alannah froze, "Oh..." She stuttered nervously, what was she supposed to say?!

"I'm new here!" Alannah lied.

Rose nodded slowly again, "What were you doing outside on the floor?" She further enquired, crap! "I…I don't know."

There was a small, short silence between them both until Rose broke it again. "Well, I'm going to get some lunch…You're welcome to join if you please?" She added fiddling with the steel handle.

Alannah nodded, "Sure…Thanks,"

Alannah glanced over at the neatly folded robe that laid on the edge of the cotton bed spread. Hesitantly, she reached out and took grasp of the satin fabric. It felt rich and warm, a deep aura buzzing within her veins

Alannah's eyes widened visibly in awe, as she scanned the colossal castle. The dimly lit castle vibrated, underneath her feet from the screams of children's. Not screams of terror, quite the opposite actually, screams of joy and enthusiasm. The smooth sandy, surface beneath her led to a narrow pathway, tentatively strolling off, she longingly glared outside, and an elongated black lake glistered in the moonlight. High mountains, Owls, Birds, and some sort of Ferret perched upon the hazy mountains. The stain painted window, glimmering in the starry sky. She silently gaped at the vast castles and turrets and tunnels.

"What are you doing here?" A voice questioned, a sharp gasp left Alannah's lip, spinning around she noticed a broad man standing there, his dark blonde hair seemed almost chestnut under the flickering flames, and his pale light skin seemed almost porcelain look a rag doll. She gazed, how did he not flinch or shift uncomfortably under the heat.

The heat reacted with the material and cased a small rash at the top of her forearm. "I…I was just going to find some food." She stumbled uncertainly.

Taking one long, hard glance his glance his face softened, "The halls down, take a left, down the staircase and another left before one last right." He instructed motioning each direction. She nodded appreciatively, "Thank you."

Alannah cautiously followed his directions, she felt as if something lingered tauntingly in the shadows. Restraining her paranoia, she obliged his path and soon stood dreadfully in front of two bulky French doors. Gulping, she took a sharp intake as she hesitantly opened the doors, her defiant jawline dropped at the sight, rows and rows of tables hoarded rows and rows of students all rowdily cheering, amongst the rowdy crowd she saw Rose stood from her chair and waved politely at her. Nodding, Alannah followed her hand and was now standing a few feet away from her. Shakily, she took a seat beside her. Her eyes graciously glided across the feast. Turkey, Roast, Vegetables. Crisp apple. Her eyes darkened with hunger, she hadn't realised how hungry she was until now.

Her mouth watered at the sight. Fervently, she extended her tan palms, reaching eagerly for the feast instead, she was cut short when the clanging of silverware, and goblet collided causing a tumult chime, resulting in her to wince.

"Silence!" A high pitched, feminine voice ordered. Despite her old, wrinkly face she held apparent beauty, high cheekbones, a thin nose, and watchful blue eyes. She wore a black high neck sweater and beautiful silver and copper badge rested in the centre on her throat. Alannah squinted, and cocked her head. What was that?

Silence fell upon them all in mere seconds. "May I remind you all again, the dark forest is forbidden to all students despite age, popularity, status or looks. Under no circumstances should you challenge one another. Do I make myself clear?" She demanded.

Silently, fearfully or both. The flock of students moved their head slightly in a nodding motion, "Do I make myself clear?" She repeated rising her voice even further. "Yes Professor McGonagall." They all rung in harmonization.

She nodded, "Very well, you may eat."

Alannah lowered her head as she felt a bewildered leer, lingering on the sides of her temple. She sucked in a sharp intake before her mid glissades and her vision became hazy. As a raspy voice hissed bleary.

"revertatur ad nos, revertatur ad nos! revertatur ad nos, revertatur ad nos! REVERTATUR AD NOS!"

Dun Dun Dun...! Haha I'm kidding! I didn't really know how I was going to tie all my ideas into one plot, however, after some thinking I decided that Alannah may or may not get with Albus however I would personally prefer her to be his best friend! - What do you guys think?

Next chapter they'll meet! (;