Albus Potter and the Headmasters' Memories
Disclaimer:
I do not own the characters or references you may recognize to the Harry Potter series or other works of JK Rowling or Warner Brothers.
Summary:
Albus is in his sixth year at Hogwarts. When he has a meeting with the new headmaster, he sees a suspicious looking cabinet. Albus discovers that all the headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts' memories are kept in the Pensive.
Chapter 1
Owls and O.W.L.s
Albus Severus Potter walked down a small path in Little Whinging. "This must be it," he thought, staring up the walk of a house. Number 4 Privet Drive. Albus took a deep breath, looking around him. His namesake, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had stood at the very place he head around 40 years ago. Professor Dumbledore placed his father, Harry Potter, at the doorstep that Albus now stepped on the night Albus Potter's grandparents had died.
Harry had been cautious about telling his children, James, Albus, and Lily about his childhood. He didn't talk about it much, so Albus did some research and found the address of Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin, the Dursley family's, home. Albus didn't know who lived there now, so he dressed in Muggle clothes before coming to Little Whinging.
Cautiously, Albus knocked on the door. He heard voices and feet pounding on stairs. The door swung open. A woman stood at the door.
"Hello?" she said, "How can I help you?"
"Excuse me. I was just wondering if the Dursley family lived here?" Albus asked.
"Yes, we do. Who are you?" the woman asked curiously.
"I'm Albus Potter, Harry's son."
"Beatrice?" a man walked down the stairs. He was tall with blonde hair. Albus recognized him.
"Mr. Dursley? I'm Harry's son, Albus," Albus said confidently.
"Albus Potter? I haven't since your father in…a long time. Come inside," Dudley Dursley said, leading Harry down a hallway towards a kitchen. They passed a small door under the staircase. Albus heard Harry joking about a cupboard under the stairs a few years ago.
"Mr. Dursley, can I look in here?" Albus asked, stopping in front of the door.
"The cupboard under the stairs? Yes, er-, go ahead."
Albus opened the small door and ducked. A spider crawled by his foot. Albus grimaced. He had inherited his uncle, Ron's, fear for spiders. Albus looked at the bookcase where two small knight figurines sat, positioned for battle. Albus smiled and pocketed them. He was sure his cousins wouldn't mind. Albus turned around and saw some writing on the wall. It was a sticky note. It read: Harry J. Potter was here. July 31st 1990. Today is my 10th Birthday. The Durlseys gave me a paper towel. (Albus laughed). Today a strange thing happened. When Uncle Vernon locked me in the cupboard, and went to sleep, I touched the knob and it opened. –HJP.
Albus took the note, too, and stepped out of the cupboard under the stairs. He couldn't wait to tell James and Lily.
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"Albus!" Ginny Potter called again.
Albus ignored her. It was August 31st, the night before the Hogwarts Express would leave for Albus' sixth year. He was performing his back to school ritual of rereading his textbooks, staring with "Hogwarts: A History". James thought it was stupid, and never failed to tell Albus he was a dork, despite Ginny and Harry telling him not to.
"Albus Severus Potter!" Ginny yelled.
Albus placed his bookmark in "Hogwarts: A History" and laid it on his bedside table. "Coming, Mum," he responded.
"Hullo Kreacher," Albus said to the elf as he walked downstairs.
"Hullo, Master Albus."
"Albus, did you hear me calling you?" Ginny sighed.
"Sorry, Mum. I was reading," Albus replied sliding into a chair in the kitchen.
"Well, I thought you would be happy to see that this came." Ginny picked up an envelope and waved it in the air.
"My O.W.L. score?" Albus asked, reaching for the envelope.
"Al," Harry said, entering the room, "remember that you are an amazing student and did well no matter what that piece of parchment says."
"Yes, Dad," Albus said reluctantly, taking the envelope.
Albus Severus Potter
Ordinary Wizarding Level Scores
Transfiguration- O
Charms- EE
Defense Against the Dark Arts- O
Herbology- EE
Potions- O
Arithmancy- O
Ancient Runes- O
Care of Magical Creatures- A
Muggle Studies-EE
Astronomy-A
Albus smiled meekly. He was happy with his grades. 10 O.W.L.s! That was almost as good as his genius Aunt Hermione. Albus showed his parents the scores and ran to the hallway. In the hallway, the portraits of Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and Sirius Black hung. Although they had passed away, they were some of Albus' closest friends. Albus felt as if he really knew them, even if they had never met. Upon receiving praise, Albus heard his mother calling him and his siblings.
"Yes, Mum?" fourth-year Lily asked.
"Mum, I'm busy packing!" seventh-year James complained.
"I thought this would interest you," Ginny said, waving something an owl had just delivered, "but maybe you don't care about Hogwarts' new headmaster…"
"Oh yes, we do!" Lily said.
"Who is it?" asked Albus.
"Professor Claudius Pelbrook. He worked at the Ministry."
Albus quickly skimmed the paper before returning to the portraits.
"Professor Dumbledore, did you know about the new headmaster?" Albus asked.
"Of course, Albus. My portrait at Hogwarts keeps me highly informed. Minerva, Professor McGonagall discussed retiring with me quite a lot."
"I bet no one would be as great a headmaster as you were," Albus smiled.
"Why thank you, but I'm sure you will become fond of Professor Pelbrook, too."
"Yes," Albus agreed, "but I still wish I could have been there to see just one of your classes, or hear one opening speech."
Albus Dumbledore's bright blue eyes smiled kindly into Albus Potter's green ones.
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