Hi! This is in Albus' Point of View. This is basically the first chapter, but you know it wasn't. Does that make sense? I love you all. Seriously. 21 people from the U.S., 2 from the U.K., 1 from Mexico, 1 from South Africa, 1 person from India, 1 person from Germany, 1 from Thailand, and 1 from Jordan! And only one reviewer! Shout-out to my first HP reviewer, . Victoire will be in this, but I won't have her time travel.
Today was the first day of school. We were going to Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters, and everyone came to see us off.
"Ooh! Look at our dearest Lilykins, reading a book on her way to the train. How Lily-ish of her," James said, dramatically. Or sarcastically, depending on your point of view. See, James, was the Quidditch buff, I loved DADA, and Lily was the one who consumed high quantities of books by the hour. But don't let that fool you. She's pretty feral when she wants to be. She plays beater on the Gryffindor team. She's lithe, but her arms can pack a pretty big punch. Merlin, they hurt.
"Shut your mouth, James. Like you don't rant on and on about Quidditch season when it hasn't even started," Lily retorted sticking her tongue out. We met up with our cousins and friends near the barrier. I saw Scorpius, my best friend, hopelessly in love with my cousin, Rose. But he won't try, because Uncle Ron won't get over the Malfoys' evil deeds in the past. And here's the real zinger: Rose is completely blunt. She could tell when Scorp stole her chocolate frog when she wasn't looking, and she could tell that Scorpius was telling the truth when he told her that neon lime green wasn't her color. But she didn't know that he was attempting to flirt. Well, that was my point of view. Said cousin (, Rose,) and her brother, Hugo, were following us to the train. We had crossed the barrier already.
"So, Lily, what are you reading?" I asked her, as we waited for the train. We were early. She muttered something unintelligible. All I knew was that for the most part, it was black.
"What?" I asked her again, hoping she would speak up.
"You don't need to know," she replied. I shook my head and lifted the book.
"You're reading Twilight? That muggle book about the vampire? Oh, this is good. Why would Lily Luna, Beloved Austen and Verne Reader, Fantastical Word Consumer, be reading a Young-Adult Vampire Romance Novel?" I laughed.
"Someone gave it to me," Lily replied.
"Who gave what?" Teddy said. Wait. Teddy was here? Teddy, our twenty-two year old godbrother asked.
"Teddy! You came to see us off?" Lily said, putting down her paperback copy of Twilight face down on a bench.
"Uh, kind of… you see, I'll see you soon. On Hogsmeade days! See, Victoire and I are working at the joke shop. So, if you come on the weekends, you can see us more often!" Teddy said with a smirk. James was chatting with his friends when he locked eyes on me. Then he saw Teddy hugging Lily. He knew it was Teddy, because who else would have natural-looking turquoise hair? (He blushes through his hair too. A bright rosy pink. It's more obvious than a regular blush.) James looked like he was telling his friends to stay where they were, and put his forefinger to his lips, telling me to be quiet. I rolled my eyes. Like a mountain lion, James pounced on Teddy when he let go of Lily, and was actually shocked. Ha!
"Got ya that time, Ted! Ha! Tackled you to the ground, nearly! You were pretty hunched," James prided. Of course, James inherited a small amount of arrogance from our grandfather, James. All three of us, even Lily, rolled our eyes.
"Whatever. Hey James, Vic and I are working at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes! See us on Hogsmeade weekends, alright?" Teddy informed.
"Oh, Teddy, how I envy thee. We are in school, listening to Professor Flitwick talk about charms, and you work in a joke shop, selling the best prank toys in the WIZARDING WORLD," James sighed dramatically. Drama Queen. The train chimed, and it was time to board the train. Mum, Dad, Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione, and Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy came to say goodbye to us, and we, Rose, Hugo, Me, Lily, James, and Scorpius boarded the train. Wait, Ted was coming on the train with us?
"Look, if you guys are asking why I'm coming with you onto the train, last week I asked the conductor and the professors if I could board the train with you, you know, to see you. Since Vi and I were working at WWW, they let me! I just need to work with Hagrid as a gamekeeper's assistant sometimes, but I'm not complaining," he said. So we got to see Teddy on Hogsmeade days, and while visiting Hagrid for classes and visits? This rocked. Lily smiled, while reading her book, paused, and hugged Teddy as we took a compartment. Seven people in a compartment… was that smart? Whatever. Lily was curled in the corner reading her Twilight book, and I was next to her and Scorpius. Teddy was across from her, James sat next to Ted, and Hugo was next to James. Rose was across from Scorp. We were all Gryffindors (or former Gryffindor, in Teddy's case), except for Hugo, who was a proud Hufflepuff. Rose said she was close to being a Ravenclaw, but, like I did, she wanted desperately to be a Gryffindor. Scorpius too. He was going to be a Slytherin, but he never really liked the way his parents treated muggles, muggleborns, and half-bloods, and even though almost none of the Slytherins were prejudiced like in our parents' eras, he didn't want to be in a place where they accepted injustice previously. About halfway through the train ride, the girls kicked us out so they could change into their robes. When they were done, they escorted themselves out of the compartment and we changed. We all went back in, (Teddy remained in his same clothes,) and chatted. But Lily was reading and fantasizing about Edward Cullen. The muggle author of that book was very, very wrong about werewolves and vampires. More towards werewolves. Transformation was a painful thing, not something you could control. Teddy's dad was a werewolf. He hated it, or so dad says. When the train stopped, we all got off, and Teddy stood near Hagrid, and we came to Hogwarts. I smirked at the first years. They were all in awe of the Great Hall. It was beautiful, with candles hovering above the house tables. Red cinnamon-smelling ones were above ours, vanilla-yellow ones above the Hufflepuff table, lavender-blue ones above Ravenclaw, and either a minty or an apple-green assortment of candles above the Slytherins' table. We sat at our tables, sang the Hogwarts song, and listened to the Sorting. We gained eleven new Gryffindors, six girls, five boys. We went to our dorms, following the prefects, who were leading the first-years.
"So, Scor, how are you?" I asked him.
"Tired," Scorpius replied.
"I'm quite the opposite. I'm glad to be here back at Hogwarts," I said. "I'm going to go to bed anyway though,"
"Night," he said, and he shut the curtains on his four-poster bed. I fell asleep.
