Author's Notes: First off, this chapter is not yet NC17. In fact, it might not be for a couple of chapters. But it is coming, so I figured I should warn ahead of time. Same with the warnings and genres. And, the "other" character is Albus Severus. There was no Albus Severus option. :p

This idea popped into my head the other day, and I decided to actually write it out. It will either have a sequel, or just be multi-chapter'd. I haven't quite decided.

Here's a bit of background information that you may need before reading on the "new" generation. Or, at least how I've written them:

Albus Severus: will be referred to as Al...6th year Gryffindor.
Rose Weasley: best friend of Al's...6th year Gryffindor.
Lorcan Scamander: best friend of Al's...6th year Gryffindor.
Lysander Scamander: best friend of Al's...6th year Gryffindor.

All of these characters are canon and owned by JK Rowling. I didn't make any of them up. Lorcan and Lysander are the twin sons of Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander.

And just as some other notes, this chapter is a little long, because I wanted to get all of the explaining out of the way since it's boring. x] I have also put my twist on all of the characters from the new generation since they were not greatly explained.
Enjoy!

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His Memoirs

It was a perfect summer day. The sun shone brightly; kissing everywhere it touched with bright rays of a light golden hue. The day was incredibly clear; not a cloud was present in the brilliant blue sky. He undid the latch that held his window closed, pushed it open as far as it would go, and breathed in the healthy, clean air, smelling all of the flowers that his mother had planted out in their garden just a couple weeks prior. Yes, everything about today was perfect.

Save for one thing. It was August thirty-first. The last day of his summer holiday. He groaned slightly and his face fell as he walked away from his window to gather up his things in his school trunk.

Albus Severus Potter loved his time away from Hogwarts. It wasn't that he didn't like school, but all of the coursework got to him sometimes, especially since he tried his damned hardest to at least make near the same grades as his best friend, Rose Weasley, who had the top grades out of everyone in their year. By the time June rolled around each and every year, Al nearly hopped, skipped, and jumped to the train. He was always only too eager to go home and finally have a break.

He ran his hand through his dark brown hair as he glanced around his room, trying to remember where he had placed things he'd need for school. Al looked remarkably like his father, Harry. However, Al's hair was just a shade lighter, his bright green eyes were flecked with a tint of hazel, and tanned freckles splattered the bridge of his nose - virtually the only feature that he had received from his mother, other than her eye sight.

He was glad he did not have to wear glasses like his father. They would be one more thing to remember where he had left them over the summer

Just as he grabbed his new school robes from his closet and went to fold them and put them in his trunk, there was a knock at his door. He looked up and saw his father. He smiled, and went back to work. "Hiya, Dad."

Harry took it upon himself to walk into his son's small room, and when he did, he closed the door behind him. Al looked up at his father with a slightly confused look, but did not think much of it. As long as he didn't want to have some lecture with him, then Al didn't mind what this meeting was about.

"Your mother went into Diagon Alley to get your books today and asked me to give them to you," Harry told him simply, pulling a stack of about five books from behind his back as he laid them gently on his son's bed.

Al quickly muttered his thanks as he picked them up to inspect his new textbooks. They were all thick, and probably all had small writing. Of course this year would not be easy. It would be just as much of a headache as fifth year was, if not more. At least he got to drop the classes he had deemed useless when he got a D in Divination and History of Magic and a P in Astronomy on his OWLs.

But, he had noticed something. There were only five books. If he remembered correctly, he needed six. "Hey, my Potions book is missing. Did Mum forget to get it?"

Harry smiled. "Actually, no. The textbook you need for your Potions class was the same one I needed for my Potions class when I went to Hogwarts," his father explained as he pulled yet another book from behind his back. Al could tell that it was old, tattered, and probably written all over because the sides of the pages were splattered with fading black ink. "This book really helped me out in Potions, and I know that it isn't your favorite subject, either. So, I thought we could save a few Galleons and I could just… pass this onto you."

Al gingerly took the book from his fathers hands, and held it like it was something disgusting and foul. He liked his books to be new, crisp, pristine, and what's more - not written on. He had no idea how he would be able to study with something that probably had more footnotes than actual text material. He frowned a little. "Erm, thanks. But why does it look like someone spilled ink all over the pages?"

Harry laughed a little, and Al looked at his father as if he was wondering if he was going insane. "Let's just say that the whole book is a cheat sheet. It's got a lot of handwritten notes in it. Shortcuts. So, follow that instead of the text," Harry smiled widely. "It got me the best marks out of the entire class. Even higher than Aunt Hermione."

Al looked at him with slight disbelief, and then smiled weakly. "Thanks, Dad. Maybe it'll work for me, too," he said, sounding somewhat dismissive as he wrapped his not-so-new textbook in an old shirt, and stored it in his trunk with his other things.

"You want to know something else?" Harry asked his son as he shoved his hands in his pockets and took to looking around Al's nicely-kept room. He heard Al muster what sounded like a hmm? as he looked under his bed for anything that may have dropped and hid under there over the summer. Harry continued, "That book's original owner isn't me. In fact, the first owner was Severus Snape. The Headmaster - and Potions Master - of Hogwarts. Who you were named after."

Al looked up from under his bed at the book in his trunk and suddenly wondered if it was some kind of dark object. While his father never had anything too terrible to say about Severus Snape, he had heard tons of horrible things about him from other people, like his Uncle Ron. All of the stories about how Severus Snape used to serve Voldemort, was a spy, gave his father and his aunt and uncle hell when they were in school… all of that made him somewhat ashamed that he was named after the man.

Why couldn't it have been he that was named after his only too cool grandfather and his father's godfather? Why did it have to be his obnoxious brother who was named James Sirius? He didn't want to live up to the legend that was Albus Dumbledore, and yet, he didn't want to live down to the infamous wizard that was Severus Snape.

"I know Ron says all of these things that Severus Snape did to us while at Hogwarts," Harry started when he saw his son's face fall slightly. "And those things did happen. But Severus Snape was always loyal to Albus Dumbledore, and when he died, it was for the greater good. He was on our side. Ron knows that, too, and I hope you remember that, Al," his father paused, and then spoke quietly. "Your name isn't a burden. You were named after two extraordinary men, and you, too, while be an extraordinary man."

Al nodded weakly, and just barely managed a smile. "Yeah, I know, you tell me that all the time, Dad," he stuck his head back under his bed, and sneezed immediately as all of the dust bunnies under his bed flooded his nose. He sniffed, then spoke. "I really have to get back to packing though, Dad. I'm no where near ready."

"Okay, okay. Make sure that you wash up for dinner in a couple of hours. Your Mum will have a fit if you come downstairs covered in dust," he told Al as he stepped over a small mound of his son's clothes and made his way out of his room, hoping that Al would finally get over his fear of even being remotely connected to Severus Snape.

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As Al walked down the stairs and to the kitchen, he immediately heard all of the clatter of the guests that his mother had invited over for dinner; all of their friends, whose children were friends with Al and his brother and sister.

His Uncle Ron was the first to catch his eye, being loud and laughing with his father. Ron didn't seem to change much from the pictures Al had seen of him when he was younger, except for the fact that he was about five inches taller, and a tad bit leaner. He still had child-like features, and a kind face. His wife, Hermione, was a head shorter than him, and looked so much better from the pictures Al remembered. Her hair was no longer bushy and out of control, but sleek and wavy with volume and health. She always looked pleasant and friendly, but Al knew better; when Ron acted out of line, Hermione was always the first one to remind him who wore the pants in their relationship. They had two children; Rose and Hugo, and Rose was one of Al's best friends. She was a couple months younger than him, and was a healthy mix of both her mother and father. Her hair resembled Hermione's when she attended Hogwarts, but was Weasley red. Her eyes were a kind, deep honey brown, and her fair skin was sprinkled everywhere with freckles. She acted almost identical to her mother; she was very reasonable most of the time, and also got top marks at school. However, every now and then, she would resemble some of her father's personal qualities. Hugo looked exactly like her, except for the fact that he was a boy and younger than her, and acted nearly the same, but was more like Ron than she was.

His parents' friends, Luna and her husband Rolf, were also there. Al never talked to them much, because they were weird beyond belief, and most of what they said didn't make an ounce of sense to him. However, their twin sons, Lorcan and Lysander, were also two very good friends of his. Lorcan and Lysander managed to actually be quite normal, despite their parents, but were very wise beyond their years when it came to things like common sense. Lorcan was energetic and brave: a picture perfect Gryffindor, whereas Lysander was a bit more of a liberator. Both of them had extremely light blond hair and blue eyes like their mother.

His mother, Ginny, was also there, setting everything she had spent the whole day cooking on the table with help from Hermione and Luna. His mother's hair, which was once bright red, turned more of a copper color as she aged and fell halfway down her back. She had gained a bit of weight from carrying three children that she had yet to work off, but did not seem to mind. She liked to accentuate her curves, and Harry seemed to like it even more. His brother, James Sirius, was joking around with his father and his Uncle Ron. Al was always jealous with how comfortable James was in every situation and how easily he seemed to fit in with everyone. Like him, his brother had dark brown hair, but his eyes were far more hazel, and he had to wear glasses. This didn't seem to bother him, nor did it bother any of the girls that fawned over his seventeen-year-old brother. Girls practically threw themselves at him these days. His sister, Lily Luna, was chatting about the upcoming school year with Hugo. Both of them were fourteen and seemed to be attached at the hip. While Al and James looked so much like their father with traces of their mother, Lily was the spitting image of Ginny, and also, looked remarkably like Harry's mother who she was named after. Her hair was a brilliant copper, but had strands of golden in it the color of sunlight. Her eyes were humble and blue-green, and her face was heavenly.

When Al walked into the kitchen, he was immediately greeted with a hug from Rose, who all but dragged him over to meet Lorcan and Lysander, who were back from a whole summer-long vacation in Greece with their parents.

"How was Greece?" Al asked his two friends as he hugged them both.

"Fantastic!" Lorcan exclaimed loud enough for everyone in the room to hear him.

"But it was dreadfully hot," Lysander explained, showing Al his newly tanned skin. "Also, Mum and Dad didn't find the creatures that they were hoping to find, so we may be going back around Christmas holiday. They believe their mating season is during the summer or something."

James snorted, and Ginny smacked her son on the back of his head to shut him up.

They all sat down to eat a huge meal that could have competed with the feasts that Hogwarts held. Al always enjoyed his mother's cooking a little too much; it was a wonder that he was not pudgy. He supposed he had all of the long Quidditch practices to thank for that, and all of the overtime he spent improving his techniques at the sport. With both his parents playing Quidditch when they were at Hogwarts, it was only natural that he, and his siblings would as well. They made up three out of the seven players on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.

"My Dad gave me this weird textbook today that we need for Potions," Al told his three friends as he shoveled food into his mouth. He was dreadfully hungry.

"Advanced Potion-Making?" Rose asked him after she swallowed the food she was chewing. "What's so weird about it?"

"Other than the fact that it's a Potion book, of course," Lysander said simply.

"That would make it horrible, not weird," Lorcan corrected him.

Al laughed a little, then continued, "Well, it's really old. My Dad used it when he was in school. And apparently it belonged to Snape.

They all stopped eating and exchanged looks. "You mean, the git?" Lorcan and Lysander asked together. Rose rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, the one I'm named after," Al told them as he stabbed his potatoes. "I dunno why my Dad gave it to me. He knows as well as everyone that I don't want anything to do with Snape."

Rose sighed. "Really, Al, you shouldn't be so judgmental. I know that my Dad says tons of bad things about him, but he can't be that bad. Clearly your father thinks very highly of him, so there has to be something that someone isn't telling us about him."

Lorcan dismissed Rose's word of reason, and went on. "So, what's so weird about the book?"

"Oh, well it's got all of this writing all over it. Dad said it was notes to making better potions, and that I should follow it instead," He popped a couple of potatoes into his mouth and ate them. "Apparently it got him top marks."

"You better let us borrow it, then!" Lorcan and Lysander said together, smiling widely, and Lorcan continued. "Man, you have the coolest Dad ever. Mine would never give me anything that would make learning easier."

Rose sighed again. "And neither should Al's Dad. He's jeopardizing your education, Al. I don't think you should follow it. Just go by the book like everyone else."

"Rose, don't be silly," Lysander interjected, rolling his eyes, but she didn't see. "The rest of us already have a hard enough time keeping up with you and your brilliance. A bit of extra help in our worst subject could really do us some good."

Rose didn't seem convinced. "Are you sure it isn't some kind of dark object?" Rose asked Al very seriously.

"Wait a minute! You just said that we shouldn't judge Snape! Look who's talking!" Lorcan told her at once as he nudged her in the shoulder. She didn't wince, but instead, swatted him back. "Besides, Al's Dad would never give him a dark object."

"What if he didn't know?" Rose asked.

"He's an Auror, Rose!" Lysander nearly shouted at her, and food fell out of his mouth.

Al sighed. Sometimes the three of them fought like cats and dogs. Or a cat and two dogs. "My Dad said it wasn't anything dark. It's just going to be a bit of a pain deciphering the text, I guess."

As Lorcan, Lysander, and Rose continued talking about the next day - their first day of school being sixth years - Al continued thinking about the weird potion book. It had to house some kind of magic. He had all but dismissed the textbook. He had even packed it away safely, deep in his trunk, without so much as looking at it. But he could not get the book, or Severus Snape, out of his mind.

He felt mildly scared of the power the book already seemed to have over him, but he quickly got over it. It was silly to think that the textbook had some kind of influence over him. He turned back to his food and started eating again, figuring that the fact he felt so weird was because he was hungry.

Thankfully, he went the rest of the night without thinking about the potion book, or the Potion Master.

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I will try and get the next chapter up ASAP, but I have finals coming up. I hope you enjoyed! Tell me what you think!