Albus Potter Part 2

Albus Potter has just severed his life connection with Lilly Potter. As the separation completed, the necessary ideas for his new life protected them self's inside his soul. His knowledge of his previous lives was lost at the death of that body. He wanted to go back in time, and he wanted to go far. That, was why he next connected himself to Nicolas Flamel. This time how however, he would not be twin to his connection.

The rule for this mode of travel, was that it had to be a magical blood relation. In this case, he could go back as far as the great flood, on either his father, or his mother's side. The year is 1326; I Albus Potter, have been conceived into the loving home of a long awaiting mother. Mrs. Pettigrew is wife to the youngest of the Potter adults. If it had not been for him, they would have never had a child.

As I grow up, my cousins surround me with their love. It is usually a very happy environment and today even more so. My name is William, after my father. Today I have received my invitation to Hogwarts. I turn the letter over in my hand Can this be real? Can I finally join my cousins in school? I am so excited that I run to father before I am even dressed. It was early morning when it arrived. Looking back, I would not have been if I'd known what the teacher's were like. At that stage, the world looked like such a good place to be.

It is three in the morning and my hands are numb with cold. Me and my 4 cousins have been headed to school for the last hour. Our brooms are tired, and we still have a long way to go. In the back of my mind, I keep getting an image of a big metal thing with wheels. It moves without the help of horses, and is carrying many children like himself. The funny thing was, it seemed vaguely familiar.

'Hey William, stop falling asleep on the broom! You're going to fall off mate.' The voice jerked me from my thoughts. Cousin Shift had always been a cranky buttock even at the best of times. Shift was a sixth year, and he was a first. It was in Shifts nature not to let either him or Sarah (Shifts sister) forget it. 'Oh leave him alone!' snapped Laura. She, was a full year older than Shift, and top of her class.

Her heavy skirts flapped noisily in the wind as they pressed on. Cousin Edmond (whom he was sharing the broom with) munched on a sandwich. He was the money of the family. His dad made a great amount renting houses to people, his family included. Between Edmond's father and his, was a beautiful Aunt Nelly. She was mother to Laura, Shift and Sarah. Time passes by slowly, and eventually Hogwarts School could be seen.

'Finally we're here!' cried Shift. I am so exited. I can hardly wait to explore the school. William runs up the side walk, not caring that people are staring at his uncouth behavior. Throughout the day, more students arrive. Eventually, supper arrives. Food was hard to obtain in these times, so it would have been their first meal of the day. Everyone was ravenous, and it quickly disappeared. Now, the sorting can begin.

The first years shuffle their feet restlessly, waiting for their names to be called. Finally, it is his turn. If the hat reads something odd about him, it does not say. Instead, he mentions his determination, and fierce loyalty. 'Better be, Ravenclaw!' The last word was shouted, and instead of the normal cheering, as it would have been in Albus S Potter's time, the hall remained silent. Though he could no longer remember his life as Albus, it still felt odd. However, everyone previously called, had been greeted with the same silence. Anything else was uncouth.

Later that night, he lay tossing and turning on his sleeping cot. The school could not afford real beds. It was just after two in the morning, when he decided to do some sneaking about. If he was caught, the consequences would be severe (for his body). As he made his way down the hall, he was careful not to awaken the portraits. His path eventually led him to the castle lawns. William began searching, for any small snake that just happened to be slithering around. He would need it angry, and able to open the chamber of secrets.

He searched, for what seemed like hours. Then, his scaly victim appeared. The Adder, was hiding in a nook inside the castle wall. Its long body, was curled like a sleeping rope, and never saw the human coming. With a carful paralysis charm, the snake was rendered disarmed, and safe to bring into the bathroom (chambers entrance). When the charm was taken off, it hissed indignantly at him. With a crack, the chamber opened.

Again, the paralyses charm was applied. Looking into the dark chamber depth, he could only think of one way to get down. With a silent spell, he switched some of the chamber stone with thick vine that fell all the way down to the bottom. Using it to climb down, he eventually stood on a very bone littered floor. The silent darkness was creeping in around him as he made his way to its main door. Upon the door, were seven snakes, with their tails wrapped around a hinge. As his live snake hissed one final time, another stone snake slid out and positioned itself to the door's outer surface. The other seven ducked their heads in as it passed, seemingly afraid.

In he went, ready for whatever might happen. Before him, lay a stone walkway lined with large statues of snakes. At the end, was the stone head of Salizar Slytherine. It was at least fifty feet high, and its mouth seemed to be the entrance to the basilisk den. Creating a sound that would wake the dead, William calmly applied a potion that would allow him to see out of his feet (like the blind girl in Avatar). The sluggish beast made its way across the stone floor. It was weary with hunger, but that did not mean it was any less dangerous. With a single word, the stone sliced off the end of the snakes' tail. Writhing in pain, it could only wait for death, as the stone made a thin layer between the scales and the skin. At the top, the eyes were covered over, and the mouth forcibly shut. With one single word, the stone covered snake was tipped over, and a shaft of stone was forced up the rectum, all the way into the head. The beast was dead, and William himself was exhausted.

The boy stood there for a moment or two, before making his way towards the snake. The skin was warm and bloodied, but without a tear in any part. This, would sell for quite the sum. Inside the stone casing, he began to extract the meet. Oh happy days were here at last! The snake inside his pocket would also come to good use.

Early the next morning, he was in the hall as if nothing had happened. The snake skin had secretly been shrunk down, to fit inside the secret compartment in his room. The meet, and the venom, were waiting for him under his bed. The packaging for it would only hold so long. His meager meals of porridge and bread, would soon be joined by meat. No one could know, less the teachers get angry at his actions. Sure, they'd be happy he killed the basilisk, but they would not ignore the fact that he'd snuck out of bed, deliberately against their rules.

It was the first class of the day, Herbology. They were carefully trimming dead leaves from the Sucorus plant, when a shrill cry filled the room. It had come from the live plant, whose limb was now gushing pinkish water (the plants version of bleeding). 'You idiot of a boy!' screamed their teacher. 'That plant is worth more than you'd make in a year. The limb you just cut off, produces a rather expensive special fruit. There is nothing for it. You will just have to work of the cost as it heals.' Severous Goyle stood ashen faced. He could not believe what had happened. He would have to work with the elf's. No one wanted to do that.

William to, could not believe what was happening. The boy had a large family, and had to help his dad provide for them. It would be 30 years before he was freed. Perhaps, that would be a good thing, considering what was to come. In the mean time, William looked on in horror. A beating elf had been called. 'Watch closely!' snapped the teacher. Stick in hand, the elf began smacking down over and over again.

At long last, the boy fell into a dead faint. 'That's enough,' Said the teacher to the elf. 'Everyone get on with their work.' The boy lay there for an hour. His eyes were opened, but his head was swimming. Class ended, and the students walked out as if nothing had happened. Sarah, looked stoned. He knew she was frightened.

Over the next couple of weeks, no one saw any trace of the now destitute boy. His parents had disowned him, instead of taking on the dept that the minor had gotten himself into. By then, the snake skin had been sold, and about a year's worth of money had been sent in. No one asked questions, no one ever did to a rich person. The money was spent on materials needed to make a time turner, about half the money. In time, he got a note from his future self. I read. 'Dear William, I have just discovered the secrets of the fire tree. The date is {…}.' Only he could read it. Inside were the instructions to make this magnificent tree. It would provide warmth, and fire in the years to come. The tree basically had a bark made out of magic, inside would be molten lava. It's roots would heat the ground around it for miles to come. Not only that, but with a little genetic tweaking, it could reproduce any potion it was fed for about ten times. This, would make some serious money.

William could not stop thinking about his plant. His teachers noticed this, and often called him on it. They were angry, and strapped him for it. At long last, the potions teacher went too far. The teacher faced him to the class and pulled his trousers down. Everyone could see his unusually long dick. The strap hit him, once, twice, three times. He felt nothing. All he could think about, was the student turned slave. If he, a loved boy, could be treated like this, then what could happen to Severous? 'Pull up your pants boy!' the man snapped.

In spite of what had just occurred he seemed to have made some friends among the older girls. At the end of term, he would have three main female friends. In the mean time, he and Sarah hung out with each other. After school hours would find them along the edges of the forbidden forest. They had been working tree roots from the ground, to entwine into a wall, much like what a vine would grow upon. So far, the wall was a mile long, not that it took long to form it. Gathering various plants, they formed a little garden along its edge. In the middle, the first fire tree was planted. The ground around it was growing warm, so they knew that despite its dead look, it was perfectly healthy. Come spring, it had grown to three feet, and seemed to be 'providing for' its fellow plants.

In the school room, both the children were having an easy time with the work. Their friends surrounded them, and life was good. As Quidditch beater, William grew fit and strong. He really needed this, as he was constantly being teases by his snow white hair and silvery eyes. The combination seemed just weird to the students. The school years passed without much to say, with the exception of questions towards his garden and its prophets. The head teacher wanted some of HIS money from it. After agreeing it was of school grounds, they had to give it up. No one expected how much could be made from such a small start.

He was ready to leave school. On his 19'nth, he'd be moving to the forest into his own tiny cottage. The years passed on, and nothing of particular importance happened. Then, the black plague hit in 1348. Just like that, the population started being wiped out by that invisible killer. In the end, the whole Goyle family, but the one in captivity, was wiped out. By now, William had a six year old son had already seen more death than anyone from your time could have ever imagined. His three sisters were still too young to remember it all, so their mind would not hold them captive to such terrible sights. Their vela mother seemed unaffected by all this. To say the least, she did not like the magical world who did not appreciate her as a thinking being in the first place.

As the plague passed through England, some muggle families were given silver bodies, much like Peter Pettigrew's hand. They still maintained their reproductive systems, and were under secret observation as they lived their new lives at the North American lakes. William himself moved there with his family at one point. With Nicolas being his life line, the man had begun to feel the connection. William was determined not to be found out. If anyone ever did, what he was doing could all fall apart.

Nothing eventful was ever going to happen again in this life time, so I will stop the story here. He died at approximately 150 years of age, with married children, grand, and great grandchildren. Then, he faked his death once more, to move on to a new life.