Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Harry Potter and the wizarding world belongs to Jk Rowling. I am simply carrying on the series. Anything you do not recognise from the original series is mine.
This is hopefully the first of seven books about Albus Potter. Enjoy!
Albus potter was leaving for Hogwarts. His fathers words had been comforting him all through the summer, but James was still teasing , he shouted, laughing as he rode his broom high above the burrow. Of course,he thought,my name is Albus Severus Potter. ASP. The Slytherin snake in the family. He couldn't be a Slytherin. He wouldn't! However, there was still a small, horrible feeling at the back of his mind.
Just then, the door bell rang and his younger sister Lily ran to answer the door. 'Aunt hermione is here!'she shouted excitedly. Hugo jumped through the door to Lily and they ran excitedly up to Lily's untidy room.'How are things, eh, Harry,' asked his uncle Ron. 'Life as head of the auror office must be pretty tough. It makes you remember per our schooldays, and when we were hunting for the horcruxes. His eyes misted over as he remembered, but then he snapped out of it.
'Shall we go and play Quidditch, me, James and Albus vs you, Ginny and Lily?'suggested Ron. 'Ron!' exclaimed Hermione, 'we just want to relax and sit inside'-'I want to play Quidditch,'said Harry, as he grabbed his new broom, the Firebolt 3000. He had got it as a present from Ron, but his original Firebolt was still his favourite broom.
As they traipsed outside, they heard the telephone ring, it's shrill cry echoing through the house. 'Typical,'said Ron, 'just when we were going to start.' Ginny picked up the telephone and then held it back from her ear as an ear splitting yell came from the phone. She quickly passed it to Harry and he heard the voice of the man who had made his life a misery-Vernon. He gingerly took the phone and heard his uncle screaming profanities at him. 'Freaks, freaks, and more freaks! I will not have it. What did you do to my granddaughter!'
After much more screaming and yelling, Harry gathered that Dudley's daughter, Jane was a witch. Just then , he heard a noise on the other end of the line, and then a scuffle, as though someone was fighting over the phone. Then the long beep indicated that the call was over.
As he walked outside again, Harry shocked at what he heard, James ran up to him. 'Later, James,' he said, in a voice even his most reckless son knew meant that he was not in a mood to be argued with. Ginny looked at him questioningly, but Harry looked pointedly at the children. Just then, an owl flew right into him and nearly made Harry fall off his broom. He recognised it as an owl widely available, a type he had seen before. He slowly opened the letter.
Dear Harry
I know that you will probably never want to see me again after how I treated you when we were kids, but the fact is, I really need your help. My daughter is showing signs of being a witch. My uncle wants to throw her out, but I don't mind her being a witch. In fact, when we were young, it was only jealousy that made me hate you. Dad told me to get out of his house and stay out unless I got rid of my daughters 'freakishness'. Naturally, I will stay out for a ps long as it takes, because if my daughter wants to go to Hogwarts this term,nI know I can't stop her. I was wondering if you could confirm if she is a witch for me. I know you will probably want to ignore this letter, but I really do need you.
Dudley.
So there it is-the first chapter. If you want to suggest and idea or give comments or criticisms, just review!