Disclaimer:

J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, this fanfic is for entertainment purposes only.

Note:

I can't express all the feelings that went through my brain in a single word when I discovered all the errors when reading that stage-play. I've to admit that I can't go see the theater-play because I can't afford it, neither have the time. Just by reading it from a "stage script" point of view, and not a book or novel I realized that's not Harry Potter. It was just another Fanfiction. So I told myself why don't I write the same story?

A story that makes sense. A story faithful to Harry Potter lore. Why wasn't Sirius mentioned as being at the Potters the night they were killed? He ought to have been there to give Hagrid his motorcycle! A simple mistake like that cannot be let go unpunished. I'll use a time-turner myself and erase all time-tuners, so they don't bring any more harm! Review if you must, but I will like to hear your personal history with this last story of Harry Potter.

KING'S CROSS

A crowded station fill of people trying to go somewhere; amongst the hustle and bustle, two large cages rattle on top of two laden trolleys' pass by. They're being pushed by two boys, James Potter, and Albus Potter, their mother, Ginny, follows after. A thirty-seven-year-old man, Harry, has his daughter, Lily, on his shoulders walking by them.

"Dad. He keeps saying it." The youngest son spoke angrily.

"James, leave your brother alone." The father exclaimed, giving a scolding look to his thirteen-year-old son.

"I only said he might end up in Slytherin . . ." James mentioned, avoiding his dad's glare, "...fine."

Albus looked back at his mum. "You'll write to me, won't you?" He asked bitting his lowered lip.

"Every day if you want us to, sweetheart." Ginny ran her hand over Albus's jet black hair.

"No. Not every day." Albus shook his head to push her mum's hand away. "James says most people only get letters from home about once a month. I don't want to ..."

Harry laughed briefly out loud. "We wrote to your brother three times a week last year." James lowered his head blushing.

"What? James!" Albur open-mouthed looked accusingly at his brother as James raised his shoulders in response to having no idea how that slipped off his mind.

"Yes. You may not want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts. Very much a Weasley-troublemaker, your brother." His mother approached him and shook his hair the same way she treated Albus.

"Can we go now, please?" James asked calmly with a grin.

Albus looked at his father, and then at his mother with both trembling hands; he was terrified but at the same time excited to go to Hogwarts.

He was about to experience all the stories that his parents and relatives had told him, but he still cared more about what his brother had told him about fighting a giant squid in a lake before being sorted into the school houses.

Ginny approached Albus trolley holding his hands. "All you have to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten." She told him softly. She kissed his cheek and went to stand next to James.

"I'm so excited." The girl among the children shouted. "Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best to do it at a run if you're nervous." Harry held her by one-hand as he approached Albus's trolley.

"I'm ready." taking small breaths, he closed his eyes. Harry and Lily put their hands on Albus's trolley. Albus opened his eyes and swallowed.

Together, the family ran without stopping towards the barrier and disappeared into the wizarding world.