Chapter One

Albus sat on his bed, turning the stone over and over again. He wasn't sure who to call. He knew James would call the Marauders, but that wasn't his style. Lilly would call their grandparents, but that wasn't right either. He wasn't bringing forth the old family either, that he'd leave to the others (he did plan on sharing) which only left two people, and he'd be quite content never to have to meet Dumbledore after what he put his father through. And so he lifted the stone and practically whispered a name into the darkness.

'Severus Snape, you are being called forward using the resurrection stone. Please make your way forward promptly' came the calm voice. Snape stood and dawdled towards the door.

After a few minutes when no one had appeared, Al gave the stone up as a bad job. 'Must've gotten trampled by a thestral or something' he muttered and turned to put it in his trunk. Then out of nowhere came a high cold voice.

'Potter' muttered Snape. He couldn't believe his luck. He could have been called by Lilly Potter, or even bloody James, but no, he had to get the freakin mini Harry. Just as long as he didn't have to give him advice about girls or such rubbish. Just as he began to say this the boy spoke.

'Please sir; it's an absolute pleasure to meet you. I don't expect anything but I was hoping you could explain something about potion making to me. It's just that I'm not actually meant to be studying this book, I've borrowed it off someone and I'd write to mum and dad, but they aren't any good at it and Aunt Hermione would just give a lecture' Al informed him all in one breath. He was actually talking to Severus Snape! A real life dead person! He picked up the book and showed it to Snape.

"A 5th Year potions book? The boy likes potions so much that he reads 5th year books? Maybe we have something in common after all" Severus thought to himself. And suddenly he found himself crouching down to talk to the young boys, taking him through the problem step by step.

James Potter climbed slowly and painfully up the stairs to the first year dormitory. He was worried about Al; he hadn't shown up at the Quidditch pitch yesterday, had disappeared on Hagrid and hadn't shown up for dinner. Sure he mightn't have been hungry but he was part Weasley and they were always hungry. To his surprise when he got to the door he could hear Albus talking to someone.

"Are you serious? You're telling me where to find it? You're a teacher though!"

James didn't hear the answer but he did hear Al thank the person and say goodbye. When the door didn't open his curiosity got the better of him and he walked in. Al was sitting on his bed, holding a grubby old rock. Then he saw the carving and leapt at his little brother.

"Ow! James, get off!"

"What were you thinking? Dad told you that thing was dangerous!"

"I was only going to use it once. Just the once!"

"Who did you call? Lupin? Moody?"

"No."

"But you said they were a teacher, and that's all the teachers that died. Well except for…Oh please tell me you didn't call Snivellus."

"So what if I did. Its dad's grudge not mine."

"What's he like?"

"Kinda cool. He was telling me about grandmum Lilly. She sounds just like Lils actually. Is there any food left downstairs? I'm starving."

"Yeah, go on, I'll catch up."

James waited till Albus had left, then surreptitiously slipped the stone into his own pocket.

A/N: Thankyou all so much for your patience. I promise the next one won't take as long, and will actually have more conversation in it. This one was hard to write.