The birth of Al Potter.

PROLOGUE

Harry Potter held his second son in his hands, looking down with love. He still, sometimes, couldn't believe the life he was living. He had a wife that loved him, a son they both loved and now they had another addition to their precious little Potter family. Harry's stomach still felt like he had been punched by an angry Giant. After the war had ended, just before the end of his fifth year, he and Ginny had felt each other's emotions. Albus Dumbledore had theorized that a piece of Ginny's soul had filled the gap in Harry's after Voldemort's Horcruxes had been destroyed. but, apart from that, no one knew or understood their bond. all Harry knew that he could feel all of his wife's emotions and vice versa. It always made him feel like the sunset after a bomb had exploded after a very beautiful day.

This bond allowed Harry to keep himself off the sofa and He and Ginny barely had any arguments because of it. he was, of course, the envy of all his family, his brothers-in-law, friends and pretty much everyone else who knew of the bond (it was not public knowledge, thankfully). The bad side of the bond that, as was the same when his first son James Sirius was born, he could feel almost all the pain his wife was going through during labor. he still hurt slightly but the fact his new son was alive and well made him forget. both he and Ginny were feeling an extreme love they only reserved for their children.

"He looks just like you, Harry" Ginny breathed. Harry looked over at his Wife of five years. she was still sweaty, her red hair clung to her face. she looked very sticky. She looked very beautiful in Harry's mind.

"What should we call him," Harry asked. he, personally, had thought it was going to be a girl. but he was wrong. He and Ginny, just as they had done with James, had not found out the gender. Harry handed the new baby to his wife. she cooed at him, even though he was asleep.

"Harry," Ginny said after a while. "I think we should call him Albus".

Harry's eyes opened slightly at this suggestion. it hadn't crossed his mind that he could name his son after Dumbledore if he had, to be honest, he was probably the only person who could do that given their history. Harry did consider Albus as his friend rather than a mentor anymore but the public saw them like that. not that the public mattered of course. but... Being named after Albus Dumbledore would be a heavy thing. he would talk with his son, just like he could talk to James about being named after his grandfather, about it. Although he did like the name Albus Potter.

"I like it," Harry said finally, he smiled down at little Albus. "we'll have to call him Al for short, of course".

"of course" grinned Ginny. "Albus is too formal for our tastes". Know only the middle name was to be decided. "what about the middle name, you can choose" she said as reading his thoughts, which technically she was. Harry thought long and hard. He considered Arthur after his father-in-law but didn't like the ring Albus Arther had. right when he was considering the name Remus, little Al opened his eyes. they were his mother's eyes. his eyes. they were emerald green and Beautiful. and inspiration struck, of course, how hadn't he thought of it before?. he was probably older Albus's closest friend. and he loved Lily's eyes as much as Harry's own father did. of course, he names his son after...

"what about Severus?" Harry suggested, it just felt right. "he seems fitting, he's got Mums eyes, Sev loved mum and is Albus's best friend, it just seems right".

"I love it, Harry" Ginny said with a loving smile and he felt a swell of pride that wasn't his own. "Albus Severus Potter". They spent another few minutes just watching their new bundle of joy before Ginny sent him out to the family. Molly would probably burst in any moment anyway, to see her new grandson.

Harry walked into the waiting room of St Mungos. everyone in the family were they. Molly, who was sitting next to Arthur and Bill, was the first one to notice Harry's presence. she squealed and practically jumped up and said: "is that my new grandchild".

"Its a boy," Harry said as Molly basically snatched his son from his own arms. All the women in the family rushed over to Molly and started cooing at the newborn.

"so whats my godson's name," Neville asked. Harry grinned at his friend. Both Neville and Luna had agreed to stand for godparents. The icing on the cake had been Ginny going into Labour and giving birth to Little Al on Neville's birthday. today was July, 30th. the day before Harry's birthday and now the birthday of not only Neville Franklyn Longbottom but Albus Severus Potter as well.

Harry then looked straight into the blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore and said: "his name is Albus". Harry saw tears well up in the old man eyes and he tried to send all the gratitude and thanks he had for this great wizard with his smile. Harry then looked over to Severus Snape, who was standing next to Dumbledore and Sirius, and said "Albus Severus Potter".

A single tear came from one of the black eyes Harry used to loathe. He saw compassion in them now.

What do you think?. Review if you must. if you didn't like it, don't bother to tell me, I don't care one bit.

A few notes: I actually like the original Cursed child but like making my own story up. at the end of each chapter, im going to ask you, the audience, a question about Albus or something related.

First Question: How old is Al when Dumbledore dies (hint: he dies in 2012 and Al is born two years after his brother James who was born in 2004).