Albus Potter rolled over in his bed at home groaning as his very excited sister bounced on the end of his bed shaking him awake.

It had been three years since her first trip to Hogwarts and every year she woke up just as excited as the first, and every year Albus couldn't really care less.

"AL! Come on, it's practically 7:30… Mum is trying to cook again and it actually smells good"

He threw his pillow at her but she was as unrelenting as Niffler in a bank vault.

"Go 'way Lils"

She flopped on him then rolled off, her long copper hair all tangled as she slipped on to the floor.

"Bloody hell...ugh come on Al get your lazy arse out of bed"

And with that she flippantly hopped out of his room, and he heard her thud down the stairs. Then not but two minutes later he heard his mum yell up

"ALBUS SEVERUS WE LEAVE FOR THE STATION IN AN HOUR, COME GET BREAKFAST"

As all wise beings know not to cross Ginny Potter, Al got up and pulled on a pair of jeans and plain t shirt, as he made his way down stair he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the landing.

Merlin. My hair is a fucking mess.

But before he had any time to dwell on his appearance he was in the kitchen.

I guess they were a sight.

His father sat at the head of the table with two burnt pancakes half consumed looking concerned at the Daily prophet in front of him.

His mother had on a frilly, out of character, apron on over her typical clothing fussing with what was supposed to be pancakes and scrambled eggs.

His sister sat eating an apple and talking through bites in a Gryffindor hoodie and black leggings with her knees to her chest and her hair past her shoulders

His brother scribbling down quidditch strategies on the back of an old parchment while eating the aforementioned burnt pancakes.

Albus was in a daze, he was not awake enough to be around so many people even if they were just his immediate family.

Ginny swept past him, planting a kiss on his cheek, jolting him back to reality.

"Morning honey, grab something to eat, we are going to be heading out in about an hour."

"Yeah mum thanks" he mumbled and sat down at the table piling his own plate high.

Fast forward a bit through the craziness of getting his family out of the door.

Through the 10 billion mini family reunions at Kings Cross.

Through Lily and her squealing friends.

Through All the manly man hugs and fist bumps that happen when you haven't seen anyone for months.

Now Al was sitting in a train compartment with who he would probably consider his best friends.

His Cousin Rose, even if they were in different houses, she sat directly across from him debating something lightheartedly with The guy next to her, a mass of curly ginger hair reaching just past her shoulders, her boyfriend's sweatshirt barely not covering her jean shorts.

Her boyfriend Angus, was sat next to her. His arm lazily draped over her shoulder as she used her arms expressively. He was Al's best mate since first year, they were both Slytherin, and on the Quidditch team together. He was a bloody animal on the pitch, and had floppy brown hair and more freckles than anyone else Al knew.

Al threw him an understanding look as Rose started to go off about something on their mutual friend and resident dumbass Barnaby Northcott the Fourth, but everyone just called him Frankie. Who knows why, honestly it's just easier.

Al picked up bits of the conversation

"...that's totally sexist, you can't just hand over…"

His eyes caught a girl with long straight blonde hair laughing so hard she was leaning against the compartment wall at the exchange in front of her, that was Cavanaugh she was Rose's best friend and had been a part of their friend group since first year. Her face was crinkled in laughter.

Just then the compartment doors opened and the final member of their group rushed through the door, slamming it shut.

Jubal slid down the back of the compartment door peering through the window. He had a barely grown out buzz cut, a single diamond earring, and was wearing a very disheveled oversized half untucked Hawaiian shirt.

"Merlin Jubal what'dya do this time?" Cavanaugh asked this new addition not stopping her laughter at all.

"It's Katie she fucking Pissed, trying to send hells bloody dogs after me in the form of pissed off hufflepuff 4th years."

Now everyone was in a fit of laughter as he looked back at the compartment with a terrified look in his eyes, clearly wondering what was so funny when his life was so clearly in danger.

Cavanaugh slapped him upside his head. He look incredulously up at her, eyebrows raised.

"Well what the fuck did you think was going to happen when you broke up with her by owl"

He looked sheepishly across the rest of the compartment, and shrugged as he scooted Frankie over on the bench, taking some Bertie every flavor beans out of a bag in Frankie's hands.

"I was in France this summer, and like French girls am I right?" She winked suggestively at the boys and they all yeahed and fist bumped and Rose looked horrified and Cavanaugh looked amused.

He popped the beans into his mouth, immediately gagging as he realized the error in his ways.

These were his friends and Al wouldn't change any of it.

He was well liked just not extraordinary, he was a beater for the Slytherin Quidditch team, got decent marks and his friends were the ones know for throwing hella parties. He liked everything just how it was.

He didn't want to change a thing, which is why when Jubal talked about the French girls he clapped him on his back and looked excited, truth is he has known that he was undeniably gay since second year, he just wasn't ready for everyone else to know yet.

So for now he will talk about sexy French girls, even if he's way more into those sexy French blokes, well I mean they don't have to be French.