Chapter 1
"Not this again" muttered Albus on the first day of his second year at Hogwarts. Another clump of Gryffindor first years ran up to him, spitting out questions."Has your dad taught you to do a patronus?""Can your dad come so I can meet him?""Have you been to the auror department with your dad? I heard there's brains in there!"

"Just shut up!"Yelled Albus. Rosie glanced at him."Al, be polite. They mean well." she said. "I just wish, for once, they would stop pestering me Rosie. I want to be a normal kid. I'm not like my dad. I don't want the fame. I don't want the adventure, Un-Gryffindor as it may sound. But I can't take it anymore!"Albus scowled. He put down his fork, and bolted to the dormitory.

"Password?"the fat lady portrait questioned.""Crap." thought Albus. How was he supposed to get in? The feast wasn't over, so all the prefects were back in the great hall, along with the passwords. Albus didn't want to go back just yet. He took a seat outside the secret entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

With only a couple old paintings got company, Al began to grow bored. Just as he reconsidered the idea of going back to the feast, he saw his father's old friend, Professor Longbottom."Shouldn't you be in the great hall Albus?"Said Neville with a smirk."Shouldn't you?"said Albus slyly.

"Fair enough. I don't know, I guess I'm not a fan of crowds." replied Longbottom."I feel the same way." said Albus."Well, I better get going, but first, potato bottom!"said Neville. The door swung open, and Albus ran inside. He climbed the stairs and entered the second year dorm.

He leaped into his four-poster bed and began to drift into thought. Why couldn't they annoy James? He was outgoing, funny, and rebellious, just like Harry. He loves the attention .Albus knew the answer. James was popular. The first years, heck the seventh years, were afraid of him.

But Albus wasn't good enough to be scared of. He was never good enough. He felt like his father set a high bar, armed with high expectations Albus would never live up to. His eyes began to water, and soon, salty tears fell down his face. He knew what he had to do.

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2