I understand that some of the timings don't really match up with the ages, but I'm basing it around season 2/3 with the understanding that Blaine didn't go to Dalton. Hope you enjoy, please review and let me know what you like and don't like!


When Albus arrived for his first day at his new school, he could see that William McKinley was nothing like Hogwarts. If you were to imagine a school that was the complete opposite to Hogwarts, it would be here. The school was American, very American. The guys played sports and the girls were cheerleaders, and if you did neither then you didn't fit in. They all played and followed a sport known as football, which is, according to Albus' father, similar to a game known in the muggle world as 'Rugby'. It's not like Albus was completely ignorant to the muggle world, it is just that when you grow up in the wizarding world, it a lot different to what you're used to, thats for sure. Harry spent his childhood years in the muggle world, and he made sure that his children were aware of the cultures in both worlds. As Albus walked through the hallways of McKinley, he wished he had played more attention in his Muggle Studies lessons in the previous two years at Hogwarts.

Until this day, Albus was still holding on to the hope that he wouldn't have to start a new school and that he and his family could return to England before September the first. But instead of being on a train heading to his favourite place, he was in an old high school that looked like it was about to fall down at any moment. On his first day at Hogwarts, he had had butterflies all day. He was scared yet unbelievably excited, and he knew as soon as the train left the platform that he was in for an amazing adventure. The only emotion he felt this morning was fear. He didn't know what Americans were like, the only subjects he even knew were magical and he was on strict instructions from his father to behave completely normally and not mention anything about the wizarding world. How would he know what to talk about?

When he, his brother and his parents took their seats in the Principals office, fear began to curl up inside him and tie knots in his stomach. They had already dropped Lilly off at the middle school next door earlier that morning. He kept opening and closing his eyes to ensure he wasn't merely having a bad dream, but every time he opened his eyes, he was still in a strange school in a strange county. He glanced over to his brother and noticed that his usual smirk had been replaced by a knitted brow and sour smile. This was the first time that he had seen his brother with this expression and he supposed that it was worry. His brother always seemed to smile, even if it was often a sneer or a smirk. This smile, however, only radiated bad feelings and worry.

'Now, Potter family. I would like to welcome you all to McKinley High School.' The Principal was a short, balding, Indian man that looked constantly anxious. 'I assure you that you will enjoy your time at this school, and find who you want to be and where you want to go.'

'I know where I want to go.' James sneered, though quieter than usual. His mother glared at him and whispered a sharp 'shhh'.

'Here are your class schedules,' Figgins drawled, handing two sheets of paper to the boys. 'I will assign you both mentors for the day who will help you to find your way around the school.'

Albus looked down at the sheet of paper in his hands. 9am Homeroom. 9.30am-French. 10.15am-Algebra. 11am-Gym. He knew no French, he had never even heard of Algebra and Gym did not sound particularly fun. He thought back fondly to his lessons at Hogwarts. Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology. He doubted that his knowledge of how to grow a Mandrake would help with Algebra. As the principal drawled on about the clubs at McKinley, Albus looked up into his Dad's tired face. Ever since they left England, his Dad looked tired. It seemed to Albus that his father looked older than he did before they left. His Dad saw Albus in the corner of his eye and turned to give him a smile and reached over to squeeze his hand reassuringly. Albus loved his Dad and if being at this school was keeping him safe, then thats what he would do.

At that moment, two figures appeared at the door. The female was tall, thin and blonde. She had her hair tied back in a pony tail and she was wearing a cheerleading outfit in colours of red and white. Beside him, Albus practically felt his brother's eyes widen and felt him begin to shift nervously in his chair. Next to the beautiful cheerleader was an equally beautiful boy, with dark hair containing maybe the world's supply of hair gel and a very handsome face. The boy smiled at Albus and his white teeth practically lit up the room. He had seen plenty of beautiful men but this boy took it to another level. It might be time to reveal another one of Albus' secrets. He liked boys. He didn't know if he was gay or bisexual or anything but he knew that he wasn't like his brother, who went weak at the knees whenever a pretty girl would walk by. He realised he was different when the same thing happened to him when a handsome boy walked by. He hadn't told anyone his secret, he wasn't sure how they would respond or react. They would say he was far to young to know, and maybe in some ways he was but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was different than everyone else. And this handsome boy in the doorway of the office was just further reinforcing that feeling.

'Ah, Miss Fabray, Mr Anderson, please meet the boys you will be mentoring today, James and Albus.' Figgins said, standing up and gesturing towards the Potter boys. When the Principal mentioned Albus's name, the blonde girl turned up her nose. Albus would be the first to admit that his name was unusual, but he was never ashamed of it. His father told him that he was named after a great wizard who saved Harry's life on numerous occasions, so he could never be ashamed of that. 'Miss Fabray, you will be mentoring James, who is a Sophmore. Mr Anderson, you will be mentoring Albus, who is a freshman. So if you would like to escort them to their homeroom, I will talk to Mr and Mrs Potter alone.' Ginny stood up and hugged both of her sons and Harry put his hands on both of their shoulders as they left. James squirmed away, embarrassed at his mothers display of affection in front of the beautiful girl but Albus held on just a little bit too tight. The two boys left the office and went separate way through the maze of corridors, following their guides.

'I'm Blaine, by the way,' said the dark haired boy, leading Albus through the school. 'I'm a freshmen too, although I took a summer school here to become a mentor. I know I'm gonna need the extra credit when I apply for college so I thought I would plan ahead' Everything this boy said was going in one ear and out the other for Albus, he was blinded by the boys beauty and deafened by his drawling tang of an accent. Albus decided he should probably say something or he would run the risk of giving the impression he didn't like the boy.

'So, how old are you?' Albus asked, shyly.

'I'm 14, I'll be 15 in January.' the boy replied, flashing Albus a dazzling smile. This is what confused Albus most about this new experience. He was only 13 and he wouldn't be 14 until April. Judging by this, he should be in middle school. He made a mental note to ask his father about it later.

'It's Albus, isn't it?' Blaine stopped and stood in front of him to ask the question. Albus nodded in reply. 'Nice name.' He said with a smile and continued to walk. And with that, Albus was convinced he was in love.