Nineteen Years Later...
Harry stood with his family outside of Diagon Alley. He tapped a brick three times, and a door appeared magically. Even though he had visited this place before, he was still amazed by the sights.
His son, Albus, was the most excited of the family of five. He had been accepted into Hogwarts and had recieved the letter just a few days before. He was going to buy all the essentials a first year young wizard needed. He watched the shopwindows filled with owls, cauldron, and broomsticks.
Lily, on the other hand, was angry and upset. She wasn't going to Hogwarts for another two years, and she was ready to go.
"Mum, why can't I go?" She asked.
Ginny smiled and said, "I felt the same way when your uncles left me behind, too. Don't worry! You'll get to go soon."
Ginny turned her attention away from Lily and to the other children. James was teasing Albus about what house he would get in to.
"And if you get into Slytherin, you can't come home!" He said with a mischievous grin.
"That's not true!"
"Yes it is!"
"Is not!"
"Is -" He got cut off by Harry.
"That's it! Stop fighting!"
Harry turned to Albus. He looked directly into his son's eyes. "If you do end up in Slytherin, they would have gained a great student. You will do great, no matter where you end up."
Albus looked nervous. "Are you sure, Dad?"
Harry smiled. He was glad he could give his son the reassurance he didn't recieve when he was a young boy discovering his wizarding talents the first time. "I'm sure, Albus. I'm sure."