Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (how it should have been)
So this is my first ever fanfiction. I was inspired to do it based on how wrong and blasphemous the cursed child actually was. I have had an amazing idea for the plot of an Albus Severus Potter centered HP book/Fanfic since at least two years before "The Cursed Child" was announced, but I've never, until now, had the balls to do it, since it gets kinda dark later. I will be taking things from the 7 Harry Potter books and stuff JK has written since the end of the last book, and applying them to this story in ways that actually make sense. Fair warning, I am a huge fanboy, so I'm totally putting in easter eggs and fan theories. I hope you enjoy! I will try and put up new chapters every couple of weeks. Please keep in mind that this is a fanfic. I will try to get everything as accurate as I can (except for the bullshit storyline that I am fixing), but I can, and will change things, and can, and will make mistakes.
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CHAPTER 1
ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER GAZED out the window of the Hogwarts Express, watching the city speed by, slowly changing into endless green fields. He was both excited and slightly worried. As his siblings and cousins and their friends danced around him, he was replaying his father's words in his head.
"The sorting hat takes your choice into account"
But he didn't know what he wanted to choose. Hufflepuff was a probable choice, because he did not feel brave, like Gryphindor, or brainy, like Ravenclaw. But there was also slytherin. While they were still rivals with Gryffindor, It had been reported that, for the most part, they were over all the awful "pure blood and mudblood" stuff, and that they weren't so bad anymore.
"Slytherin will have gained a great wizard".
Albus smiled ruefully. He hadn't even done any magic yet. How could he be great? In his mind, he imagined his vision of a great wizard. A handsome boy, with a winning personality and great potential stepping confidently up to the sorting hat. The hat was lowered onto the boys head, and immediately shouted "Slytherin"!
"Albus, what's up?" Asked Rose, his cousin, peering at him.
"What? Oh, nothing, just- just daydreaming, is all" replied Albus. Rose shrugged and turned away.
Curiously, Albus found that the daydream, which felt more like a memory, had eased what little remaining fear he had of the sorting ceremony. He was a first year, who was nothing like the boy he had just imagined. they wouldn't be expecting great things from him. Albus frowned, briefly wondering who he had meant
by "they", then decided that it did not really matter.
Albus turned his back to the window, smiling, and joined in on the fun the others were having.
Lunch came an hour or so later. The trolley pushed by a very old, plump, smiling witch went by, and everyone bought their fill of the new Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans (now with more flavors), Chocolate Frogs, Droobles Best Blowing Gum, and Pumpkin Pasties.
"Hey, Albus" began Rose "what card did you get? Ooh ooh! Is it Morgana? I'm missing her. Wanna trade? I got Agrippa and Ptolemy!"
Albus looked down at his card. It was of Hermione, Albus's aunt, and Rose's mother. Albus knew why she had a Chocolate Frog card, his father having told him a year previously. Rose, however, had not been told yet. It was only a matter of time before she found out about the fall of you-know-who, but Albus did not want to be the one who revealed it to her.
He was saved the trouble of making up an excuse for not showing his card, as James leaned forwards to rub at Rose's nose, as she had dirt on it.
Albus heard a small sneeze coming from his right, which drew his view away from the giggling cousins. There was a small boy with a pale face and curious grey eyes peeking at him from around a crack in the door. James noticed too.
"Oi! You, go away! Leave us alone!" He shouted, standing up angrily and reaching for his wand.
The grey eyes widened in fear, and the boy vanished a second later.
"Malfoy scum," James muttered, "you don't want to associate yourself with him. Pure Blood loving family. He probably came to be a jerk."
But Albus wasn't so sure. He knew about the Malfoys, of course, but he saw no hostility in the eyes of the boy. On the contrary, it seemed like he was curious and lonely, a feeling Albus understood too well, with the knowledge of his family's history added onto the usual emotions of being a Hogwarts first year.
The sun eventually began to set, and everyone pulled on their robes (James with his Gryffindor ones, Albus and Rose with blank ones).
Soon after, the train began to slow. A woman's voice (who only Rose and Albus seemed to hear) rang through their compartment, saying "we are about to arrive. First years please leave your trunks and pets in your compartments. They will be collected and brought to the school separately."
A few minutes later, the train lurched to a stop. Everyone excitedly dashed into the crowded corridor. There was a lot going on. someone had set of a few Weasley Wildfire Whizbangs, and someone else had set off a decoy detonator. everyone acted as if these things were normal, and continued on without a backwards glance.
Rose tugged on Albus's sleeve and pointed excitedly at a book a third year Hufflepuff was holding. It bore the title "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: wizard edition by Rita Skeeter, alias J.K. Rowling."
Rose was looking excitedly from Albus to the book. "Albus! Isn't that your da-?" But she was swept up by the crowd heading off the train.
"That was a close one" Albus thought as the boy with the book moved away from them. Rose was smart, she would figure out the truth soon enough, but right now she was too excited by everything she saw to ponder on the clues for more than a few seconds.
Albus allowed himself to be shuffled off the train. Stepping out onto the darkened platform, he smiled as he heard a familiar voice.
"Fir's years over hear. Fir's years, come on! Gather roun' now". Albus shoved his way over to the massive form at the end of the platform. A small group of even smaller children was huddled around it.
"Hiya, Hagrid" Albus called as he joined the group. "Albus" Hagrid said with a smile.
To most he would seem like a monster, with his massive form, many-pocketed overcoat, dead ferrets hanging from his belt, and the tangled mass of black and grey hair and beard. But one look into the warm, crinkled, beetle black eyes would tell you that this was no monster, but a kind man. For Albus, It also helped that he had come over for dinner at the Potters countless times over the years.
Hagrid waved merrily at Rose, who had just run up from the crowd of students heading the opposite way, then boomed "'s tha' everyone? Alrigh' follow me."
He turned to the forest behind him, and began to trod down a well worn path through the trees. The first years timidly began to follow, no one daring to say a word, and everyone trying very hard not to lead the group.
They walked in silence for around five minuets before Hagrid called out "Ye'll get yet fir's view o' Hogwarts here in a sec. Right aroun' tha' there turn ahead."
The students held their breath as they rounded the bend. The trees slowly cleared and gave way to a rocky beach, and a glorious lake, glinting in the moonlight appeared. And then, as they stepped out onto the beach, they saw it. There were too many towers and spires to count. Thousands of warm lights shining like the stars from its windows. It was as if the mountain it sat on was reaching for the heavens. They were finally there. Hogwarts.
Hey guys, thanks for reading! Again, this is the first chapter of my first ever fanfic, so sorry about how bad it probably is. If you see any mistakes, please let me know. Chapter two should go up really soon. As a huge (and I mean Huge) Harry Potter fan, I was distraught when "the cursed child" sucked as bad as it did, so I'm hoping to do it justice. So I'll see you next week to try and fulfill that. Please like and review. Or don't. It's not going to end the world if I don't have a like and a review from every single person who reads this.