Eh, I'm completely and utterly bored, so I decided to a make short series of Albus Potter and his friends. Yes, it's just for the fun of it. The OC here isn't even mine, it belongs to eonlegend from Deviant Art.
Hogwarts Express
Albus walked in an empty compartment, still feeling jittery and nervous as ever. His father's words rang through his mind and it sent a comforting thought to him. But the thought of being a Slytherin scared him, he's heard tons of stories from his Uncle Ron about them and James did not stop teasing him about it. Sure, he was excited to finally go to Hogwarts and become a real wizard there, he wanted to prove himself. He didn't want to be known just as the son of Harry Potter or the brother of James Sirius Potter, who's living up to his namesakes. Living in the Potter household, he can't tell how many times that James made their mother go mad from his many schemes, especially with their cousin, Fred. And then there's the Weasleys, a very large family that consists of mostly of red heads, and their sister Lily was not spared from this trait. Of course, quiet is a term that is non-existent when it comes to Christmas and the Holidays. Proof can be found in the many reconstructions of the Burrow.
While Albus was in his musing, he failed to notice that a boy opened his door and poked his head in.
"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?" asked the boy, and Albus turned his head to face him.
The boy was very pale, had a pointed nose, blonde that almost seemed white, gray eyes, and an aura that screamed out arrogance. Albus immediately knew who this was, Scorpius Malfoy, the son of his father and Uncle's enemy. He didn't want to judge him just yet, so he nodded his head. The boy smiled went to sit across him.
"My name's Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy," he introduced himself with a tone that sounded very haughty. Albus already knew this and was a little uncomfortable with the way Scorpius introduced himself, but never the less went ahead to tell him his name.
"I'm Albus Potter," he replied, and Scorpius didn't even blink and nodded his head.
"I know, your father is usually mentioned in the Prophet," said Scorpius, looking out the window searching through the crowd for someone.
The train has not yet left, so there were still some kids making last minute efforts to get to the train. But Scorpius comment left Albus even more nervous than ever, he didn't like it when people would often mention his father. It's not that he hated his father, it's just the fact that he doesn't like being seen as the son of a famous person, he wants to prove to people that he was his own person.
"But it's kind of sad, isn't it? I bet loads of people would always look at you as the son of the great Harry Potter, never who you really are," Scorpius broke Albus out of his train of thoughts. And Albus was surprised, but pleased, at least there was someone else outside of his family who looked at him that way. Albus shyly nodded his head in agreement, but didn't say a word, Scorpius kept talking in that haughty voice.
"I know how you feel, people look at me, and well, they see my father, not me." Scorpius said this with an edge to his voice, his expression grew darker.
"Well, maybe it's because of the fact that we're practically the spitting image of our Dads, blame our genes." Albus tried joking around, and Scorpius' spirit seemed to lift a little.
The compartment door open again and this time, it was Albus's cousin, Rose Weasley. Some could say she would have been a carbon copy of her mother had it not been for the red hair, blue eyes, and some freckles. She was standing there already in her robes looking at Albus.
"Al! There you are, you left without me and I couldn't find you anywhere," Rose took a seat next to Albus, ignoring Scorpius's look of judgment and amusement.
"Sorry, I was too nervous and didn't really think of anything else." Albus replied, with a cheeky grin. She rolled her eyes, but smiled too, before finally noticing that they weren't alone.
"Malfoy." That was all she said, it didn't came out harsh, but it didn't came out pleased either.
"Weasley." He said with the same tone as Rose, and they were now having a glaring contest.
Albus felt like he should probably do something before they're at each others throats, they just barely met and they're now about to fight. He cleared his throat and the two of them snapped his head towards him, which made Albus regret getting their attention…..a little bit. Scorpius straightened his blazer up, and looked at Rose.
"So, I see you're wearing your robes now, Weasley, isn't it bit early to do that," he said coolly, but it didn't even sound like a question.
"I prepare early, so that I don't have to wait for last minute decisions, Malfoy," she replied icily. The two of them went back to their staring contest and Albus felt compelled to say something.
"What happened to being our own person, Scorpius?" he asked the question to the blonde, but it was clear that it was meant for all of them in the train. Scorpius continued to glare for a few more moments before finally breaking contact with Rose.
"You're right, Albus, but it was her who started it." He scoffed, shaking his head.
"Excuse me for not trusting you, he is my cousin after all." Rose retorted, rolling her eyes.
"Doesn't mean you have to judge me right away." At this, Rose didn't have anything else to say, because it was true, but she couldn't help it, her own Father's disdain towards the Malfoys got the better of her. But she wasn't about to apologize, she's too proud for that.
"Look, we're about to leave, and there's our parents!" Albus exclaimed looking towards the four adults that were all waving their hands towards them, his mother was waving his hand somewhere else, James most likely. However, Roses's Dad seemed to be glaring at Scorpius, with Hermione just rolling her eyes looking exasperated. Scorpius was also pressed against the window, looking somewhere else, his parents too were waving and it seemed his mothers were in tears. Lily was running with the train until she reached the end and kept waving her hands. Soon, the train kept moving until the station could no longer be seen.
After getting out of London, Rose and Scorpius finally started being nice to each other, but Albus could still tell there was an uneasy tension between the two. After a while, things were quiet and they were all staring out the windows watching fields of grass and cows zip by them.
Around half past twelve, there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"
Neither realized that they were all hungry until she mentioned it, the three of them all paid equally and made a feast of what they got. Rose bought the licorice wands, the blowing gums, and the pasties while Scorpius got some ice mice and cauldron cakes, Albus got the infamous Bertie Bott's every flavored beans and chocolate frogs. They were all laughing while trading cards with each other, especially when it came to their parents. And they finally decided to have the bean contest.
Albus held up a toffee colored one, he looked skeptical.
"Go on, Albus," Scorpius sniggered, while Rose was snickering herself. He popped it in his mouth and nearly threw it back out.
"Ugh, that was earwax!" he exclaimed, and the two of them looked at Albus.
"And how exactly would you know what earwax taste like?" Rose asked, but Al flashed her a look of mock irritation.
It was Scorpius's turn and he had a black one with brown specs, he sat there and immediately bolted out the door to look for the nearest lavatory. He came back looking really sick with Albus and Rose laughing really hard.
"What flavor was it, mate?" Albus asked while wiping the tears away.
"You don't want to know, but I'll give you a hint, I went to the loo to throw up…" Rose and Albus didn't questioned him any further and it was finally Roses' turn. They looked at her expectantly, but surprisingly, she looked fine.
"Coconut, tastes okay, I suppose." Scorpius and Albus could not believe Roses' luck on that.
After a while, they went back to talking about which houses they'll end up in, which caused Albus to become nervous again. Rose agreed with the fact that they should be their own person instead of their parents, but she did not take her robes off, since they were already about 3 hours away Hogwarts.
"I don't know, I want to end up in Gryffindor like the rest of my family, but at the same, I want to try something different." Rose explained.
"That's understandable, but for me, I think I belong in Slytherin, can't see myself in any other houses besides Slytherin." Scorpius shrugged his shoulders and turned to Albus.
"What about you, Al? Any idea where you're going to go?" he asked, but Albus was lost in his thoughts, Rose just rolled her eyes.
"He's actually scared of ending up in Slytherin." She explained and Scorpius looked a little offended.
"Mind you, Slytherin isn't all that bad, at least not like it used to be. I'll have you know that I can even say it's the best house of them all." He said, getting his haughty tone back.
"We know, it's just, it's a little uncomfortable because our parents fought against a lot people who were in Slytherin."
"Listen, if you do get sorted in Slytherin, I'll help you around, you won't be alone." Scorpius reassured, Albus seemed a little better but thought so otherwise.
They were almost there so Albus and Scorpius both took off their jackets and replaced it with their black long robes.
A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. They all shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and both Rose and Albus recognized a familiar voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! James Potter, you are NOT a firs' year! How're you doing Rose, Al?"
James came up to them, but it was only for just a brief moment. "Ready Rose, Al? I'll see you there!" And with that he raced to Fred and his friends looking for a free carriage to take them.
"C'mon, follow me –any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Albus thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much, but Rose seemed to be stumbling more than Albus and Scorpius who had to often keep her from falling down.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!"
The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. The three of them sat in a boat with another first year, he had black hair, a pale complexion, very skinny, and teal eyes. Rose seemed to be blushing for the boy was quite handsome for his age and had a certain feeling of attraction coming from him.
"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself, "Right then –FORWARD!"
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.
They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.
"Everyone here? All right, let's get started."
Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.