Self-Portrait
Chapter One
Albus Severus was sitting in front of the Gryffindor common room fireplace, cradling a glass of Coke in one hand and twiddling a quill in the other whilst balancing his potions book on his knee. Like his namesake, he was exceptionally good at Potions. He found it incredibly easy, and usually enjoyable. The copious amount of notes that he had to write up, however, proved to be time consuming.
He quickly looked up at the clock, realising that he had to be awake early tomorrow to watch his older brother, James, play Quidditch for the Gryffindor team.
Damn, it already IS tomorrow...
He packed his quill, books and ink into his bag and scampered upstairs to his dormitory.
Albus had always felt at home in Hogwarts. Of course, he did have a REAL home, but Hogwarts seemed to feel somehow more special, more private, like a home that he himself owned.
He liked all of his subjects, even History of Magic; this thirst for education he also shared with his Aunt Hermione, herself a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, the Head Campaigner for House Elf rights. He and James were always daring each other to say that quickly.
He yawned.
Oh, Lord, I had better be in bed or else I'll never wake up in the morning, and then James will kill me!
He had wanted to go touring the castle again (something he did almost every night), to find new hiding places and quiet areas to study, but instead he had stayed in the common room, studiously working on an essay about boils.
'Hehe, boils,' Albus giggled to himself, childishly. He dropped his bag onto the floor, pulled on his pyjamas, and fell into bed.
In a matter of minutes, sleep had furled itself around his sleeping form, closing his mind and sending his thoughts into the fluffy nest of the dream world, ready to be thrown back to the surface of consciousness in the morning...