Author's Note: Yeah, I know this took a long time. . But, to be honest, I'd completely forgotten about this thing.
As Albus stepped off the scarlet train, he couldn't help but feel the excitement in the air, mixed as it was with dread on his part. It was almost tangible, the feeling, but it just set his heart racing at a time when he didn't wish for it to.
People stared as he made his way through the crowds to the large gamekeeper who stood easily above everyone else. "Hello, Hagrid," he smiled at his father's old friend. They'd met on countless occasions before, and Al couldn't help but be glad that Hagrid hadn't retired yet.
"'ello, Al. 'Ow's yer father doin'?"
"Great. He says 'Hi.'" It was a tad anticlimactic, but it served just fine.
It was beginning to be a little crowded around the half-giant, with all the first years responding to his call of "Firs' years over here!"
Hagrid was an automatic crowd-parter. His bulk created a wide path for the following first years as he made his way towards the lake, indicating that they should follow. Andrew stayed close to Albus as he walked, each very aware of the eyes on them—Albus because he was almost identical to his father, Andrew because he was with Albus. Great. He was famous on his first day here.