LILLY POV

I was alone in my dorm room. I was in my second year of school already. Albus had reassured me that the second year of school was one of the easiest. Then he had told me the story that my father used to tell me before bed. You know, the one about saving Mum from Voldemort and a Basilisk. That was my favorite of his adventures. Mum thought that he should not tell us these stories. His reply every single time was, "Ginny, dear, you are starting to sound like your mother! They should know what happened back then. And they won't even have to pay attention to Professor Binns."

Ginevra Potter would, happily I might add, crack him over the back of his head with a wooden spoon that she carried with her everywhere for that exact purpose.

"You must like getting hit with a spoon, Harry Potter! It seems to happen daily."

"I think you just like smacking me, Ginny." Harry would grin, and they would make up.

I sighed. I missed my parents. It was only the second day.

Professor McGonagall greeted me warmly when I arrived yesterday.

Quinton Roberts greeted me just as warmly. The 12 year old orphan boy had spent most of the summer at the dreary children's home in London. The last few weeks he came over to our house, which was modeled slightly after The Burrow that Mum had grown up in. She had inherited most of her mother's home improvement books (most of which Dad had conveniently 'lost.')

Albus gets along well with Quinton, whose Muggle parents had been killed in a car crash near my cousin Teddy Lupin's house. Quinton was the only one who survived, and Teddy realized he was a wizard, stealing him from the scene and raising him as his own.

He's my best friend. He has curly hair the color of sand, a very wide face, and slightly protuberant eyes. They are probably his best feature, his eyes. They are a pretty hazel color with flecks of green.

I look like everyone thought my grandmother Lilly must have. But I have Dad's spirit. Professor McGonagall gave me my Aunt's bed, most likely unknowingly.

Minerva McGonagall was loosing her sharp touch. Some thought that the drama of 21 years ago had been to much gore for her.

I don't think she was going soft, just that she was a bit more understanding.

"Lilly, did you hear me?" I heard Quinton's voice through the closed dorm door.

"Yes, Quinton, I'll be there in a minute." I replied, grinning. He figured out how to get up the stairs to the girls dorm last year. He'd been an honor student in the first year, so they let him learn an extra Charm for a reward. He chose the Confundus Charm. As soon as he managed it in class, he tried it on the trick stairs that led to the girls dormitories.

The same stairs that had tricked Harry and Ron such a long time ago.

Of course it worked, and he got up them as easily as the boys stairs. Hermione was very proud of him. I looked out the window one last time and went to walk to breakfast with Quinton.

ALBUS POV

I sat at the Gryffindor table, watching my sister sit with her best friend, talking about what prank they would pull tonight. I knew what it was of course, because Mum told me to keep an eye and Ear on them. And what better way to hear then with an Extendable Ear? Uncle Ron nicked one from the supply when his older brother, George, was putting them on the shelf. I sighed shaking my shaggy blonde hair out of my bright blue eyes. It's shocking, Dad thinks, that we look so much like our namesakes must have looked when they were young. James looks like, well … James. Or Dad, who also looks like James Sr., his father. Lilly looks like what people say our grandmother looked like. With her long, dark red hair, going well past her middle back, acted sort of as a curtain. Maybe that's why she tied it up every day. Her sharp green eyes certainly reflected her confidence and rebelliousness.

And then there's me. Albus Severus Potter, second son of the great Harry Potter. Most people who knew Albus Dumbledore have either moved or passed away, so none of us really know what he looked like when he was young. But one person who was there throughout his entire life is still alive and we visit him often.

Aberforth Dumbledore now lived down in Hagrid's hut, where they had added an extra room, 'to keep an eye on us kids', and he quit working at the Hogshead bar because, I quote 'Ya darn kids visit too often, an' there's some rough folks out there. Yer dad don' wantchya dead, an' I intend on makin' sure ya aren't.'

At my fifth birthday party he told my dad, "Potter, yer son looks 'xactly like Ablus did when he was a young'un." My blonde hair is straighter "than a sheet of glass" as Mum puts it. It's kind of shaggy, coming down into my eyes, which, as I've already said are bright, electric blue. I usually wear glasses, but my mother says she likes to see my eyes, so I wear contact lenses, just for her.

I'm tall. Taller than James at least, and he's a year older than me!

Lilly and James are usually the troublemakers but every once in a while I join in on the fun. I normally rebuke them, even though James is older and just pretends to listen and Lilly just plain ignores me.

So. That's the Potter's for you.