Chapter 1: The Beginning

Harry Potter looked at into his son's eyes. Albus Severus had the exact same green orbs as his father. Harry looked at his other son, James, who had brown hair and brown eyes.

"Can I hold him?" Harry looked over at his godson Teddy Lupin.

"Of course," Harry said.

After he handed Albus to Teddy, his godson changed his hair to black and his eyes to green.

Teddy looked much like his late father, Remus Lupin, but would often change his hair and eye color to the color he wanted, much like his late mother, Nymphadora Tonks. Teddy would often add freckles to his face to look a bit like a Weasly, since everybody considered him one after Harry basically raised him. He would often hang out with with Victoire, Bill's oldest child, since she was closest to his age.

James got up and sat down next to Teddy. He then looked down at Albus.

It seemed that Albus was the only one of Harry's kids to get his green eyes, as his daughter Lily had Ginny's brown eyes. It also took Albus until he was aged six to get his magic. It started when Harry had to go to St. Mungos because of a battle with a rogue Deatheater.

His family stayed the night at St. Mungos, and they all had fallen asleep all exept little Albus Potter. Albus looked over at his family; his mom was leaning against the wall and Lily was sitting on her lap with her blanket wrapped around her and a stuffed owl in her hands. James was laying on a bench with with their mother's coat draped over him, and his own coat underneath his head as a pillow. He looked at his mother, wondering if he should wake her, but he thought that if he woke her up than he would wake Lily up too, and he didn't want his sister to wake up.

So Albus just laid on the bench, wondering what to do. He then looked over at Teddy, who was lying on a bench with his wand still cluched in his hand. Albus knew he had been practicing spells and fell asleep while he was doing them. Teddy's hair was a violet color, which is how he usally kept it, and his eyes were usally a dark purple. Albus looked over at James again. His brother was snoring very loudly. According to his mum's theory, James got that from spending too much time with their uncle, Ron. James was a trouble maker through and through, much like his cousin, Fred, who James hung out with a lot.

James often would pick on Albus about a lot of things, often the fact that Albus had not discovered his magic yet, and would call him a squib. James first discovered his magic when he was 4. He had discovered it after Lucy made him mad and he ended up shaving her head with his newfound magic.

Lily was much more carefree than Albus and had a large interest in animals. She was very outgoing and would talk with anybody. Albus, on the other hand, was much like his father, who was pretty quiet and very curious. One thing that Albus hated was when people would obsess over him because he was Harry Potter's son.

Albus soon started thinking, hoping it would make him tired. First, he started thinking about Hogwarts, the wizarding school. Teddy was a fourth year, James would go in three years, and Albus, being only six, wouldn't go for five years. But acording to James, Albus would never go because he was a squib, which made Albus very mad and even scared, because he would be the only one in the family who wasn't a wizard.

Albus looked at the clock to see that it was 4:13 in the morning. He thought he would be asleep by now.

Slowly and quietly, Albus got up and walked into the room his dad was staying in. "Dad?" Albus asked cautiously as he opened the door.

"Albus, is that you?" Harry Potter asked. Albus gave a small nod and walked slowly to his dad's bed.

"Can't sleep?" His dad asked.

Albus replied by shaking his head as his father lifted him into the bed. ''I don't like it here," He told his dad.

"I know, Albus. I don't like it either," Harry told his son. Albus' green eyes looked up at his dad's own green eyes and the young boy rested his head on his father's shoulder and closed his eyes.

Albus started thinking about when he would discover his magic. He knew that he wasn't a squib and that James was just teasing him. But deep down, he was still scared that he might end up being a squib.

Albus was also scared that when or if he does end up going to Hogwarts, he would end up in the Slytherin house. He was scared because he would end up being the first family member to not be sorted into Gryffindor.

Albus soon started thinking about when his father was going to get better and if he would be able to come home soon. Since Harry was an aurar, he couldn't always be home when he wanted to be, but he was supposed to have an entire month off after he caught the Deatheater. But now he might spend most of that month at St. Mungos and not at home with everybody else.

Albus remembered everyone's reactions after the news. Ginny, his mother, looked about ready to cry and Lily broke down in tears as James tried to calm her down. Albus had silently let tears stream down his face.

Very soon Albus fell asleep. In his dream he saw his dad chasing a wizard in a black robe down the street with his wand in front of him. His dad chased the wizard into a dark alley and the wizard was cornered. His dad raised his wand, but then: "Avada kedavra!" The wizard screamed.

His dad's now lifeless body fell to the ground, his glassy green eyes blankly staring up at the sky.

Albus jerked awake and noticed his dad was still sleeping. Albus noticed he was clutching his fathers arm, where a big cut was, but when he looked he noticed the cut was sealing shut and now it looked as if he had never been attacked in the first place.

Albus' eyes widened in surprise and he started shaking his father awake. "What is it, Albus?" Harry asked tiredly.

"Look!" Albus exclaimed pointing to his dad's arm. Harry looked at his arm than ripped his bandades off to see that it looked as if he was never attacked in the first place.

"What is this?" He asked aloud.

"I think I did this!" Albus said eyes wide.

"That means you performed magic, Albus, you performed magic!" Harry said happily. He ruffled his son's hair and smiled at him. Albus beamed back, too excited to speak.

Albus was so happy. Now he could finally prove to James that he wasn't a squib. He was a wizard and he would be able to go to Hogwarts. The fact that he might have been in Slytherin never occurred, because Albus was to happy with the fact that he had actually performed magic.

Albus than started jumping on the bed crying, "I've done magic!" over and over again as his father laughed and shushed him. Albus had never been happier in all of his six years.