Hey Guys,

This is my first story and chapter on FanFiction, so sorry if I'm not perfect. After I finished the Harry Potter series for the first time, I was wondering "What would happen when Harry's kids went to Hogwarts?" So this is what I think should happen next. Please keep in mind that I am NOT J.K. Rowling.

Disclaimer: loopytoucan does not own any part of the Harry Potter series, no matter how much she wishes she did!

Chapter 1

Albus Severus Potter worked his way through the crowd of students on the train, disappearing quickly from his parents' view.

"They grow up so fast," Ginny remarked wistfully.

Harry and Ginny waved until the scarlet train heading to Hogwarts could no longer be seen. Finally, they headed back through Platform 9 and ¾.

On the train …

Albus sat down at the first empty cabin he could find, giddy with excitement. Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's daughter, Rose quickly joined him.

"Hello, Albus," Rose greeted him, pushing her bushy hair out of her face.

"Hullo," he replied, and took out the little bag that his Aunt Hermione had given him for his birthday.

"What's in there?" Rose questioned, peering at the small sack. Albus rummaged through it, which Hermione had enchanted to hold much more than possible for such a tiny bag.

Albus took out many Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts, and placed them on the table. He continued to search, and then pulled out a few folded pieces of paper, and a collection of Chocolate Frog cards.

"May I see those for a minute?" Rose asked, gesturing to the Chocolate Frog cards.

"Just be careful with them," Albus said, as he passed them to her. He stuffed the folded papers into the pocket of his pants, and began a lively chat with Rose about the cards.

"I was named after him." Albus tapped the Dumbledore card lightly, whose eyes twinkled behind his half-moon glasses.

"Oh, yes. My mum is always going on about what a wonderful headmaster he was," Rose agreed.

At that moment, the snack cart came by.

"I'll take two Pumpkin Pasties, four Chocolate Frogs, and a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans," Albus said, giving the lady some coins. Albus handed Rose a Pumpkin Pasty.

"Oh, you shouldn't have!" Rose exclaimed.

"Nonsense! We're family, remember?" Albus joked, as he tossed her two boxes of Chocolate Frogs.

"Oh, all right!" Rose gave in, accepting the snacks. "But just this once!" she added, as she bit into a Pumpkin Pasty.

The two resumed their discussion on Chocolate Frog cards as they snacked; occasionally taking breaks to gaze at the landscapes zipping by.

"Oh, we'd better change into our robes!" Rose remarked, glancing at her watch.

When Albus and Rose were done changing, they sat back down, more anxious than ever.

"Oh, I just can't wait to see Hogwarts!" Rose cried, fiddling with the hem of her robe.

"Mum says it just wonderful," Albus replied, opening the jellybeans. He offered the box to Rose, who wisely declined.

Albus bit into a reddish bean flecked with black, and immediately spit it out.

"Earthworm!" he shouted, biting into his frog to mask the taste.

"You really shouldn't have risked it," Rose teased. But she too tried a bean. She was much luckier-her bean was marshmallow flavored.

"We have arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," somebody announced over a loudspeaker. "First Years, please make your way off of the train. Your luggage is already outside."

Albus and Rose made their way off of the train, speechless with awe.

"It's magnificent," Rose breathed, gaping at the huge school with its countless towers and doors.

"First Years, yer with me!" A familiarly gravelly voice called.

"Hello, Hagrid!" Albus shouted, waving at his father's half-giant friend.

"Well, if it isn't Harry's son!" Hagrid bent down to ruffle Albus' hair. "And you must be Hermione and Ron's daughter!"

"Yes, I'm Rose," she introduced herself. They followed Hagrid closer and closer to the magical school, along with all of the other First Years.

"Oh, you just wait till you see the Sorting Banquet!" Hagrid exclaimed as they walked to the massive lake. Hagrid assigned every First Year to a boat.

"Oh, I just hope that I'll get into Gryffindor!" Rose cried, as the boats glided seamlessly over the surface of the lake.

Albus stayed quiet, remembering his father's words about the Sorting.

And then the boats came to a halt. Hagrid lumbered ahead, while the children scrambled onto dry land. A pink-faced boy tripped on his long robes, and fell, bringing Rose down with him. Albus quickly helped Rose up.

"I'm terribly sorry!" the boy apologized, rushing to his feet.

The boy offered Rose his now-grimy hand, smiling sheepishly. "I'm Frank Longbottom. I'm named after my grandfather."

"Oh! Our parents know your father!" Albus recalled. "I'm Albus, and that's Rose," he added.

"Nice to meet you." Frank smiled and then joined the group of people he was with earlier, still stumbling on his robe.

"From what I've heard from Mum, he's exactly like Neville. Clumsy," Albus commented, shaking his head.

"I think he's quite nice," Rose countered, jutting out her chin.

"I never said he wasn't," Albus replied coolly, and worked his way to the front of the hoard of students. As he walked away from Rose, he wondered why she had suddenly become so harsh.

"Everyone here?" Hagrid inquired. And with that, he knocked on three times on the castle door.

They were greeted by the sharp woman that Harry had described as Professor McGonagall. She was wearing an emerald cloak that swished around her as she walked

"First years, follow me." Her beady eyes scanned the crowd from behind the glasses perched on her nose. Her gaze lingered on Albus, but she quickly moved on. With a fluid motion of her hand, Professor McGonagall gestured and said, "The Sorting is about to begin."

The First Years arrived in the Great Hall, murmurs filling the air. Rose, back by Albus' side, was staring openmouthed at the enormous room, her eyes eagerly taking every detail in.

Then, a stool was brought out, and a ratty hat placed on top of it.

"That's the Sorting Hat!" Rose breathed, tugging on the sleeve of Albus' robe.

"Though I may be ratty,

I'm much sharper than I look

Because the skill of Sorting

Cannot be found in books

Put me on your worried heads,

I'll look deep and find

The true value deep inside

Your convoluted minds

Don't be scared to take a chance,

If you are I am afraid

You don't belong in Gryffindor

For you are far from brave

But don't you fret,

I shall find the perfect House for you,

Maybe you belong in Hufflepuff,

The home of the just and true

Or if you are extraordinarily

Witty and willing to learn

I'll put you into Ravenclaw

Because that's what your heart yearns

Or maybe you are none of the above,

Cunning is Slytherin's way of life,

You might rather save your neck

Then risk it to stop the strife

Wherever I may put you,

You can achieve greatness

Better get used to this way of life

Because the teachers won't accept lateness!

Now come line up to try me on

I'll sort you one by one

When I reach the end of the list

My work this year is done."

A/N Sorry if the song was really short. However, it has just as many lines as the song in Book 1. I counted!

There was a deafening applause as the tattered hat concluded its song. A few kids were staring, as though they couldn't believe the hat had just spoken.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," McGonagall said. "Adams, Marcus!" A short, skinny boy rushed up to the stool, and jammed the hat onto his head.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat declared. Marcus hurried to the Hufflepuff table, looking a bit disappointed.

"Barring, Fiona!"

"RAVENCLAW!" came the call.

"Crayton, William!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

Albus watched numbly as the spots at tables began to fill up. His hands were trembling, his stomach was ice, and he was hot and cold at the same time.

"Longbottom, Francis!" Rose gave Frank a reassuring smile as he scurried to the stool. He tripped once, and his face was beet red when he picked himself up.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat crowed. Frank staggered over to the Gryffindor, finally hiking up his robe in frustration. Albus tried to shoot Frank a congratulatory grin, but his lips were dry, and his face was frozen.

"Potter, Albus!" Albus made his way to the stool, his knees visibly knocking together. He wiped his sweaty palms on his robe and took a deep breath. He felt the thin fabric on his head as the hat was placed on his head. The brim of the hat fell over his eyes, hiding the panicked gleam in them.

Every pair of eyes in the room were fixed expectantly on the hat on Albus' head. But the worn hat remained silent.

DUN, DUN, DUHHHN! Cliffhanger!

Please tell me what you think of my first chapter! Was my Sorting song okay? I tried my hardest, so don't hate me!

I will update as soon as I can. I intend to make this a pretty long story, so stick around!

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