Hey all! This is my first fanfic, planning on it being a oneshot, unless anyone wants it to be continued :3 I would love reviews, I'm a beginner and would like advice, but please be kind! Enjoy!


There was a truth or dare in the Slytherin common room. Lily Potter( a Gryffindor) and her older brother, Albus Potter( a snake in badger's fur, or so Scorpius Malfoy stated) were invited along. For his

first turn he had been asked why exactly it had taken the hat ten minutes to sort him into Hufflepuff. His answer was, "The hat decided that it wanted to put me in Slytherin, the last nine minutes and

fifty-eight seconds were to try and convince it that I needed to be in Hufflepuff, for purposes of underestimation." He ended this with a wicked grin that had even the Slytherins backing off slightly.

Soon it was his turn again. He had been asked what his happy place was, where did he go when he needed to escape from reality. He replied softly with his eyes closed in pure bliss, "A field of

sunflowers a far as the eye can see. They're all in full bloom and range from the lightest yellow-green to the darkest harvest orange. There's a slight breeze, just enough to lift the edges of your hair,"

at this moment the Slytherins felt a soft breeze eminate around Albus. " And spread the warmth of the sun. Just enough to give one a feeling of peace, that everything's going to be alright. The sun's

lazily shining down, not burning, just a looking-up-at-the-sun-with-your-eyes-closed hot. The only shade you can see is from underneath the sunflowers. A couple of steps to the left is a huge oak

tree." He reached his hand out, as if to stroke the tree in his mind. "The trunk is one of those strong and unbending ones, the kind that you can't imagine anything getting past. The leaves are the

type of greens that one would imagine within a forest canopy. Underneath the tree, leaning against the trunk is a gravestone. The gravestone is a simple one, not one of those crap-ass glossy ones,

but rather a faded, weathered gray marble. The kind that almost seems to have a humbling quality about it, a subtle strength of sorts. The light that escapes from the above canopy dances on the

gravestone as the breeze shifts the foliage, creating a contrast of dark and light, a compromise that the sun and leaves have seemingly reached. The gravestone has my name written on it, my full

name. Albus Severus Potter. Inscribed below is the passage," A true Slytherin." My birth date is written below and a hyphen, but no death date, just a blank space. As I walk away, I notice that the

grass is slightly greener at the gravesite." As he finished, he opened his eyes and took in the rare site in front of him. Every single Slytherin that participated in the game of truth or dare had tears

streaming down their faces. They were so busy crying that they hadn't noticed Albus's sad little smile. His little sister, Lily, felt her heart break. War was on the horizon and the Potters were going to

get the brunt of it, she could feel it.