Everybody knows the tale of Harry Potter, but only very few know the one of Albus Severus Potter, the boy who conquered one, even more powerful than Lord Voldemort. Yet, there are many versions of this story, only I know the true one. And this is how it goes;

Albus Potter was nervous but he was also excited. Hogwarts! He thought. I can't believe I'm actually on my way to Hogwarts.

A voice interrupted him form his musings.

"We're nearly there," said Rose Weasley, his cousin.

"Thanks for the heads up Rosie," Albus mumbled.

"You're so scared, I can tell..." Rose teased

"I am no–" Albus began to protest.

"...so don't even try to deny it." Rose finished and turned away, muttering about how all boys were stupid cowards.

The boy scowled at the girl.

"Just leave me alone Rose."

A half hour later, they pulled into the Hogsmeade train station. A large man with a huge, greying, beard was calling out for the first years.

"Firs' years, firs' year, o'er here!" he called.

"Hi Hagrid, nice summer?" Rose asked and flipped her red hair.

"Shut up Rose," Albus sighed, but that didn't stop him from also asking Hagrid how he was doing too. They got onto the boats, and even though they had heard about Hogwarts from James multiple times, seeing in person was much better. The castle was huge, majestic, and beautiful. The moving view from on the boats and the light rocking caused by the water just added to the calm atmosphere, although the chattering of the people behind and in front of them interrupted the peaceful quality.

But the trip was over far too soon, and some of the kids were the epitome of a nervous wreck when they started to get escorted through the doors and into the waiting hall.

At this point, Albus started to get nervous again, and the people around him weren't helping. Please, please, don't let me get sorted into Slytherin, he pleaded in his mind of whomever was listening. Before he knew it, Albus was standing in front of the Great Hall.

He saw James grinning at him from the long Gryffindor table, and then James gave him a thumbs-up. Albus smiled back weakly and tried to calm himself down by taking deep breaths and counting to a hundred. The names started getting called.

"Abeam, Haley," called the Professor. The girl shot up, her eyes shining and strolled up to the stool where the the Sorting Hat was perched. In her eagerness, she forgot that her robes were still too long for her... and tripped. She landed with a loud oomph.

There was a pause, and then a wave of laughter washed through the Hall. The Head Professor sighed and walked over to the fallen form, bringing the hat with her and plopping it down on her head.

Surprisingly, the girl got sorted into Slytherin.

And thus started the sorting frenzy.

"Atom, Nicholas," got sorted into Gryffindor. "Agee, Chloe," was put in Hufflepuff. After, "Barry, Halle," and "Benson, Mia," were sorted into Ravenclaw. The list droned on as "Grade, Juliet," got sorted into Gryffindor and "Grant, Natalie," got placed in it too. Later came the twins, "Karan, August," and," Karan, Patricia," also on Gryffindor.

Finally, finally, came Albus's turn. He remembered that before getting on the train, his dad had told him he could choose. In his head, Albus wished that he would not be in Slytherin. He knew that the sorting hat would not be lenient. Which ever house it thought he would go best in, it would put him there. He was filled with dread as he realized he had a good chance of ending up in the Slytherin house. Albus felt like he was about to cry but suppressed the tears as the hat was s-l-o-w-l-y lowered onto his head. A heavy, forbidding, silence invaded the room and stayed there.

Then, suddenly," GRYFFINDOR!" the Hat shouted.

Albus's spirits soared again. Grinning so widely he thought his face might split in half, he walked towards the Gryffindor table and sat near the edge, across from James and beside the boy named August.

James sat beside Fred and Roxy, his cousins, Uncle George's kids. They were most likely planing a prank on the first years. Lucy was also there. She was Uncle Percy's daughter. Albus was delighted to be in Gryffindor. All of his family was in it.

"Hey," said the boy next to him,"I'm August, you?"

Albus looked at the boy. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a few freckles, when he smiled, he had dimples."I'm Albus Potter. Its nice to meet you," Albus said, happy to become friends with this boy.

"Same. Here, let me introduce you to my sister. This is Patricia, and we're twins. I also have three other siblings. A brother, Max. He's in his fifth year, and he's a prefect. That's Chloe. She is in her seventh year, but she's not a Head Girl. She's actually kind of a rebel in this school. And there's Nicole, my oldest sister. She's in her twenties, and not in Hogwarts anymore, but she is hoping to come back as a Professor. What about you?"

Albus was a bit surprised by this question. The boy was talking so much he never thought he would have a turn.

"Um, I have a brother, James, he's over there, and a little sister, Lily. She's not at Hogwarts yet," he said quietly. He was preoccupied with a boy holding a remember ball.

"It was my dad's you know, Professor Longbottom, Head of Gryffindor house. My dad, that's who he is," the boy said proudly, pointing at the teacher's table.

"Is that-" Albus started.

Rose interrupted, "Yep, Carter Longbottom. I haven't seen him since he was at our house for the new year."

Later that evening, in the dorm, Albus choose a bed next to August's to claim as his own. Across from them were Carter, a muggle-born boy named Sam Poplin, and Tyson Derrick, who wouldn't stop talking about Quidditch.

"I have been practicing flying all summer, so I can't wait until we have our first flying lessons. We've got them tomorrow, right after dinner," Tyson went on. "Really, I'm going to do so well..."

Everybody had tuned him out by then.

Nobody in the dorm had an owl, except for Albus, but Carter had a rat, and it was driving Albus insane. He couldn't sleep at all. So he sat up all night, just trying to force himself to sleep by tiring his body out. At one point he got up to pet Gryffin, his owl. Gryffin had refused to go to the owlrey, so Albus let him stay in the dorm. When Albus finally fell asleep, it was nearly 4:30am.