"Dad, tell me again." Albus asked Harry. "Tell me about Hogwarts."

At only five Albus was an extremely curious little boy. He loved to hear his dad's stories about his magical school. He loved watching his mom and dad use their wants to set the table or to do simple tasks. He continually daydreamed about the day he would go to Ollivander's and pick out his very own wand.

"Albus, Hogwarts was my home." Harry started. He remembered sitting in the boat with Ron and Hagrid as Hogwarts slowly came into view.

"Seeing the castle for first time I knew my life would never be normal."

"Did you know about Voldemort?" Albus asked, his eyes growing wide like they always did whenever he asked this question.

"No Albus I didn't know that he would come after me year after year until I finally defeated him. I did know from the moment that I met Uncle Ron that he would always be my best friend though. At eleven just being at Hogwarts seemed like a dream. There were talking pictures and stairs moving. It didn't seem real at first."

As Harry told Albus more and more about Hogwarts he started remembering all the times back at Hogwarts. They were so fresh in his mind even after all this time. Ron and Hermione and staying up late doing homework and sitting in the common room or going to Hagrid's and pretending to like his cooking or to be drooled on by Fang. These memories were always his favorite.

"Daddy, what are you thinking about now?" Albus asked now standing up and walking over to Harry to sit on his lap.

"Just the crazy things Uncle Ron, Aunt Hermione, and I use to do while we were at Hogwarts."

"Tell me more!" Albus demanded anxiously.

"Maybe when you're older." Harry said right before Albus jumped of his lap and walked towards the kitchen.

Harry just sat there and thought to himself, his children would never believe the things he did while he was in school.