Hi everyone! So how are y'all! Please enjoy this fan fiction, it's kinda old and I wrote it before the Cursed Child was released so sorry if this doesn't match your standards.

Chapter 1 - Platform 9 and 3/4

"JAMES SIRUIS POTTER! I AM POSITIVE I TOLD YOU TO PACK LAST NIGHT!" Mum's booming voice could be heard all over 12 Grimauld Place.

"Well Mum, have you met me?"James said back to her.

"It's the same thing every year, couldn't you have predicted it?" Lily said, dragging her trunk down the stairs.

"Yeah, come on Mione." Dad said, kissing her on the forehead as he walked down the steps with his black briefcase and Mum's work bag, "Brightest witch since Rowena Ravenclaw and still can't even predict that her own son didn't pack his trunk the night before."

"I never said I didn't predict it." Mum said back.

"Well, it's 8:30, James you better be able to last a year at school on 1 pair of underwear." Lily joked, munching on a banana. Dad laughed.

"I hate you so much." James muttered.

"Love you too!" said Lily, sarcastically.

Mum hit James over the head with the parchment that she was holding. Albus giggled, holding his toast.

"We need to leave, now. Currently we will get there at 10:59!" Mum said.

"Alrighty Potters, let's move out!" Dad called. Albus grabbed his trunk and walked out of the place, holding his 11 inch pine and phoenix feather wand. He felt proud that he had a phoenix feather wand. It was just like his dad's. He loved his mum and what she did, but he always felt closer to his dad.

"C'mon Harry, let's go faster. We don't want them to miss the train. We don't need a repeat of how you got to Hogwarts for your second year." said Mum.

"Shhh. The whole car doesn't need to know. And by the way, it was Dobby's fault. Hey look, Ron and Luna have already left." said Dad.

"Probably because Ron is driving today. Luna must've had to have them up early to allow time at the police station."

"Wait, Dad, how did you get to school your second year?" asked James.

"Now you've done it Hermione." Dad muttered. He only called Mum Hermione when he was mad at her. Mum nudged him in the shoulder. She turned around to face her three children, sitting in the back of the ministry car they were borrowing. "He and Uncle Ron flew a Ford Angalia to school."

"Flew?" said all three Potter kids.

"Yes. FLEW!" said Mum.

"Well it was the bloody elf's fault. He kept trying to keep me from going to Hogwarts. Took my mail, blocked me from the platform, dropped a cake on my uncle's boss's wife, enchanted a Bludger to chase after me, just to name a few. He told me he was trying to save my life. I was literally almost killed every single time."

"How can you get killed from dropping a cake?" asked Albus. Albus knew his parents kept somethings about their Hogwarts years to themselves. They learned a lot of what happened in Dad and Mum's early years mainly from Uncle George (Anyone in the Weasley-Longbottoms they called Aunt, Uncle, Grandma and Grandpa. But they were never sure that Mum's parents liked that),

"I was living with the Dursleys."

"Oh." grunted the Potter kids. They cut it off there. James, Albus and Lily hated visiting their Dad's cousin. He and his wife and kids were absolute idiots.

As Albus guessed, there were of course, reporters at Platform 9 and 3/4, just waiting to get a glimpse of the famous Granger-Potter family.

"I won't! I won't be in Slytherin!"

"James, give it a rest!" said Hermione.

"I only said he might be," said James, grinning at his younger brother.

"There's nothing wrong with that. He might be in Slyth—"

But James caught his mother's eye and fell silent. The five Potters approached the barrier. With a slightly cocky look over his shoulder at his younger brother, James took the trolley from his mother and broke into a run. A moment later, he had vanished.

"You'll write to me, won't you?" Albus asked his parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his brother.

"Every day, if you want us to," said Hermione.

"Not every day," said Albus quickly. "James says most people only get letters from home about once a month."

"We wrote to James three times a week last year," said Hermione.

"And you don't want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts," Harry put in. "He likes a laugh, your brother."

Side by side, they pushed the second and third trolley forward, gathering speed. As they reached the barrier, Albus winced, but no collision came. Instead, the family emerged onto platform nine and three-quarters, which was obscured by thick white steam which was pouring from the scarlet Hogwarts Express. Indistinct figures were swarming through the mist, into which James had already disappeared.

"Where are they?" asked Albus anxiously, peering at the hazy forms they passed as they made their way down the platform.

"We'll find them," said Hermione reassuringly.

But the vapor was dense, and it was difficult to make out anybody's faces. Detached from their owners, voices sounded unnaturally loud. Harry thought he heard Percy discoursing loudly on broomstick regulations, and was quite glad of the excuse not to stop and say hello.

"I think that's them, Lil and Al," said Harry suddenly.

A group of four people emerged from the mist, standing alongside the very last carriage. Their faces only came into focus when Harry, Hermione, Lily, and Albus had drawn right up beside them.

"Hi," said Albus, sounding immensely relieved.

Rose, who was already wearing her brand-new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him.

"Parked all right, then?" Ron asked Harry. "I did. Luna didn't believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I'd have to Confund the examiner."

"No, I didn't," said Luna, "I had complete faith in you."

"As a matter of fact, I did Confund him," Ron whispered to Harry, as together they lifted Albus's trunk and owl onto the train. "I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let's face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that."

Back on the platform, they found Augusta and Hugo, Rose's younger brother and cousin Ginny and Neville's kid, having an animated discussion about which House they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts.

"If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you," said Ron, "but no pressure."

"Ron!"

Augusta and Hugo laughed, but Albus and Rose looked solemn. Lily was smiling. She knew she would be in Gryffindor, knowing her personality. Her face showed no worry at all.

"He doesn't mean it," said Hermione, Luna and Ginny, but Ron was no longer paying attention. Catching Harry's eye, he nodded covertly to a point some fifty yards away. The steam had thinned for a moment, and three people stood in sharp relief against the shifting mist.

"Look who it is."

Draco Malfoy was standing there with his wife and son, a dark coat buttoned up to his throat. His hair was receding somewhat, which emphasized the pointed chin. The new boy resembled Draco as much as Albus resembled Harry. Draco caught sight of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna and Ginny staring at him, nodded curtly, and turned away again.

"So that's little Scorpius," said Ron under his breath. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

"Ron, for heaven's sake," said Hermione and Luna, half stern, half amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

"You're right, sorry," said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."

"Hey!"

James had reappeared; he had divested himself of his trunk, owl, and trolley, and was evidently bursting with news.

"Teddy's back there," he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. "Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!"

He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction.

"Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing—"

"You interrupted them?" said Ginny and Hermione. "You are so like Ron—"

"—and he said he'd come to see her off! And then he told me to go away! He's snogging her!" James added as though worried he had not made himself clear.

"Oh, it would be lovely if they got married," said Lily sarcastically. "We'd would really be part of the family then!"

"We already come round for dinner about four times a week," said Harry.

"Yeah!" said James enthusiastically. "I don't mind sharing a room with Al—"

"No," said Harry firmly, "you and Al will share a room only when I want the house demolished."

He checked the battered old watch which had once been Fabian Prewett's. "It's nearly eleven, you'd better get on board."

"Don't forget to give Neville our love!" Hermione told James as she hugged him. "Mum! I can't give a professor love!"

"But you know Neville!—"

James rolled his eyes.

"Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love."

Shaking his head at his mother's foolishness, he vented his feelings by aiming a kick at Albus. Albus dodged it, barely.

"See you later, Al. Watch out for the thestrals."

"I thought they were invisible? You said they were invisible!"

But James merely laughed, permitted his mother to kiss him, gave his father a fleeting hug, then leapt onto the rapidly filling train. They saw him wave, then sprint away up the corridor to find his friends.

"Thestrals are nothing to worry about," Harry told Albus. "They're gentle things, there's nothing scary about them. Anyway, you won't be going up to school in the carriages, you'll be going in the boats."

Hermione kissed Albus and Lily good-by. "See you at Christmas."

"By, Al, By Lil!" said Harry as his son hugged him. "Don't forget Hagrid's invited you to tea next Friday. Don't mess with Peeves. Don't duel anyone till you've learned how. And don't let James wind you up, Albus."

"What if I'm in Slytherin?"

The whisper was for his father alone, and Harry knew that only the moment of departure could have forced Albus to reveal how great and sincere that fear was.

Harry crouched down so that Albus's face was slightly above his own. Out of his three children, the twins had inherited his mother Lily's eyes, which made Harry happy, considering his daughter was named Lily.

"Albus Severus," Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Hermione could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose and Lily, who were now on the train, "you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."

"But just say—"

"—then Slytherin House will have gained an excellent student, won't it? It doesn't matter to us, Al. But if it matters to you, you'll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account."

"Really?"

"It did for me," said Harry.

He had never told any of his children that before, and he saw the wonder in Albus's face when he said it. But now the doors were slamming all along the scarlet train, and the blurred outlines of parents were swarming forward for final kisses, last-minute reminders. Albus jumped into the carriage and Ginny closed the door behind him. Students were hanging from the windows nearest them. A great number of faces, both on the train and off, seemed to be turned towards Harry.

"Why are they staring?" demanded Albus as Lily, he and Rose craned around to look at the other students.

"Don't let it worry you," said Ron. "It's me. I'm extremely famous."

"Oh shut it." Hermione said to him.

"He likes to brag." said Luna, Rose's mum.

Albus, Rose, Lily, Hugo, and Augusta laughed. The train began to move, and Harry walked alongside it, watching his son's thin face, already ablaze with excitement. Harry kept smiling and waving, even though it was like a little bereavement, watching his son glide away from him

The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry's hand was still raised in farewell.

"He'll be all right," murmured Hermione.

As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

"I know he will."

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

So how do you think this one will go? I hope you enjoy this one! R&R! By the way, the part that was the Deathly Hallows epilogue belongs to J. .