Hello there, a new story for all of you interested, not my first fanfic, but my first for Harry Potter. This is nothing but a tribute, I don't actually own anything. Reviews are greatly appreciated; this is a new account because my other one had to be shut down (long story). Hope you like it. Goes out to all the 9/11 victims today.

CHAPTER ONE

Draco Malfoy's face was twisted in an ugly grimace. His features contorted into something only too familiar for Harry James Potter.

Distaste.

Harry noticed the frowning man look over at Ginny and himself through the smoke pouring out of the backside of the Hogwarts Express.

Draco's always impeccable hair was slicked back in the same style as it had been back in his days in Hogwarts. Next to him stood a short and surprisingly pleasant looking woman, with dark hair and pretty brown eyes that shown behind dark lashes. She stood one hand tightly grasped in Draco's as if he thought she might be stolen away, and the other in what appeared to be Draco's son.

Draco's twin in miniature with slightly darker hair than his fathers and bright hazel eyes. He was looking at the train with apprehension much like Albus, and Harry guessed that my might be in the same year.

Albus was tightly holding onto his father's hand, but with less of a grip than before after his father explained to him about the hat's ability to take into account where you want to be sorted.

Ron followed Harry's gaze and shook his head," The little ferret reproduced".

Harry held back a snigger as Hermione shot her husband her characteristic glare. Albus pulled on his father's hand.

"It's leaving, it's leaving!" Harry chuckled.

"Go on Albus, catch you train, send us an owl when you get there."

Albus's owl Hibou hooted as if in agreement.

The boy grabbed his luggage and headed aboard.

"We love you," Ginny shouted over the whistling train.

Albus turned and grinned at her, "I love you to Mum,"

Harry turned to James and said quietly. " You will watch over him won't you?"

" 'Course Dad".

"Off you go then," Harry said smiling, "Tell Ted we love him when you see him on the train."

The third year mocked a salut at his father and headed onto the train after his brother.

Carefully the train moved forward, and Harry waved at Albus from one of the windows. His son smiled back nervously.

The kids lurched forward, and Harry found himself running after them smiling and waving. Different passengers were pointing at Harry's scar but he took no notice.

He heard Ron say something from a distance, and saw Hermione roll her eyes. He stopped as he ran out of space to move and followed the train with his eyes untill it was out of sight.

As if, by magic.


Albus moved from compartment to compartment looking for his friend Rose. She had said she was going to meet him in the fourth compartment to the left but he had only seen a couple of sixth years who seemed very irritated at his rude interruption of their kiss.

He backed away and out of sight as quickly as possible, he had no idea where Teddy or James were, and didn't fancy being caught out in the hallway by a prefect if they where anything like his cousin Molly, uncle Percy's daughter.

He walked as far as he could down the hallway and made a rash decision, opening the last compartment door and stepping inside.

At first he thought it was empty.

But found himself looking into the face of a startled blond haired boy around his age. In his lap a great black bird squawked, ruffling it's feathers. It looked more like a raven than owl and caused Albus jump back in surprise and bump his head on the back of the compartment door, swinging it back behind him again.

Instead of asking about the scrawny boy's well-being the other first year said in a cold tone. "Who are you?".

Albus rubbed the back and answered with slight annoyance. "Albus Potter."

The boys eyes widened and he left his cold persona," Potter, as in, Harry Potter's son?"

Albus nodded his head before he had time finish interrogating him. Albus was used to this reaction to his name, he had pestered his father on multiple occasions as to why people always seemed to clap him on the shoulder or bow when he said this.

Too no avail.

"Who are you" Albus said rather rudely.

"Scorpius Malfoy," he gave Albus an apologetic look and added," Our fathers don't think too much of each other I'm afraid,".

Albus shrugged. He wasn't his father.

"Do you mind?" He said gesturing to things.

Scorpius shook his head. He began packing his bags and when he finished, he sat down leaving Hibou in his cage.

Scorpius eyed the bird.

"His names Hibou," he said,daring the blond haired boy to laugh at his birds name, the bird belonged to his father, but he had been given to Albus for his days in Hogwarts.

It was his turn to shrug.

He gestured to his owl, a magnificent bird with black feathers the same color as his hair and said," This is Wirin."

The bird hooted at her name.

The two boys looked at each other for a moment when Albus brook the silence.

"Which house do you think you'll be sorted into?"

Scorpius shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal to him which house he was in, but Albus could tell it was all an act.

"My father says that you can tell the hat where you want to go if your really worried."

Scorpius's eyes widened," Really? My mother was a Ravenclaw but my father was a Slytherin, I don't really know what I want to be."

He shivered. " I don't think I want to be a Slytherin though, during the war almost all of them went bad, I think my Father isn't sure what he wants me to be, just not a Hufflepuff,"

Albus nodded. Scorpius had the same worries as him, and he knew at that moment that he liked him.

"I hope I make Gryffindor, but I guess Ravenclaw wouldn't be to bad a house,"

The blond haired boy nodded.

Outside the compartment the boys heard rattling noises, Albus opened the door to find a woman bustling up the hallway with a trolley in tow. Stacks of sweets covered the cart and she smiled happily.

The two boys grinned at each other and took out their coin purses as quickly as their fingers allowed them, greedily thinking of the sweets they would soon be trying.

Ten minutes later an assortment of candy wrappers and bits of chocolate littered the floor.

"Whats that?" asked Albus pointing to the chunk of chocolate in Scorpius's hand.

He gave his new friend an odd look, "A chocolate frog, they come with cards inside, look your Dad has one,"

The raven haired boy reached out and took the card.

Harry Potter

"The Boy Who Lived" defeated the infamous Lord Voldemort in the great battle. The only known survivor of the killing curse, and youngest head of the Auror department in history.

There was a picture of a younger Harry pushing up his bangs to reveal a scar shaped like a lighting bolt on his forehead.

"There are Hermione Granger and Ron Weasly cards to, the Longbottom ones are so rare, it's almost impossible to find them."

Albus stared at the card, he read it, then reread it, than read it again several times.

"You never knew?"

Albus shook his head.

"Your father saved the wizarding world when he was seventeen, I'm probably not the best person to tell you this story though, i'm to great with history."

As if on cue, a knock came at the door.

Before anyone could answer,a girl with curly auburn hair entered the room, it was Rose Weasly, one of Albus's best friends.

She frowned down at them, " Albus, where have you been? I told you to met me in the fourth compartment to the right,"

Albus coward.

"I went in the wrong direction Ro, sorry,"

She rolled her eyes and turned to Scorpius," Who are you," she said in a clipped voice.

The Malfoy boy's face turned a strange shade of red as he looked at her.

"S. m-Malfoy,"

"Malfoy? Honestly Albus, a Malfoy?" Rose glared at him, dislike covering her usually attractive features. She turned on her heel and headed out the the tiny compartment in disgust.

Albus knew not to question his friend about his strange reaction to Rose, so he desperatly grasped at an easy topic.

"So, which quiditch team do you root for,"

Scorpius smiled, glad he hadn't been questioned about Rose and engaged himself in the conversation. The two boys chatted all the way to Hogwarts.

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