The Hogwarts Express was busy with the students, both old and new, packing away their bags and finding cabins to sit in. A young Albus Severus Potter was among these students, but he just followed his older brother, James, a third year, to his car. The roaring whistle of the train was heard and the train started to move, catching Albus off guard. Hegwig, his father's owl, fell on top of him and started screeching about.

At the moment, only he and his brother were in the car, so they just broke out laughing. After storing the owl cage back up in the overhead compartment, Albus sat down, finally realizing that he was on the way to Hogwarts. Hogwarts! He thought. The largest wizardry school in all of Europe! His thoughts were interrupted by James, who was talking loudly through the door of the cabin.

"Sod off, you bloody kid! He's just a first year, for Dumbledore's sake! Leave him alone!" James abruptly shut and latched the door, leaving the two of them alone in silence. The landscape of Great Britain rolled by, dotted here and there by a remote village, and occasionally a train station. Of course, this train could never stop at any other station.

After a few moments of silence, Albus finally asked, "James, what was that yelling about a while back? You mentioned me in it…" James started, dropping his Daily Prophet to the floor.

Picking it up, he spoke, "Oh, that. Well, some 5th years were trying to get to our cabin to pick on you, because they think that you're going to bring trouble to all of us since you're the '2nd Potter Son' or whatever." He gazed out the window, "I didn't start any trouble at all my first year. Nobody tried to blow up the school like what happened when dad was there." James laughed at the end of it, as if it was some kind of joke.

Albus didn't even crack a smile. He stared intently at James and said, "Well, what kind of trouble could I bring since I'm the 2nd Potter son? Voldemort can't possibly come back." He started to drum his fingers against his thighs. Of course, now I'm nervous. He thought to himself.

James stopped laughing, as the name Voldemort still brought shivers to the people of 2026. Voldemort had been destroyed by Harry Potter in 2007, and in the 19 years since, there hasn't been any uprising of Death Eaters or anything of the sorts. Everybody knew that some people were still loyal to Dark Magic, but they couldn't change that fact.

Gazing out of the window again, James just stated, "Oh, not Voldemort, but something much worse. Something that is supposed to be legend." As if on cue, the rain started outside, even though it was sunny just a moment ago.

Leaning in so far he was surprised he was still on the seat, Albus asked quietly, "What?" His fingers were frantically tapping his thighs now. He always did it when he was anxious.

James, now completely grim-looking, simply said, "Voldemort isn't coming back… But Grindelwald is."