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"Al?" Harry's voice is caught somewhere between a shout and a whisper.
His son, his own child… he stopped this- Voldemort is dead. Sub-consciously he moved his hand up to the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, the scar which had started the chain of events- events that lasted through his teen years.
As if having been holding his breath for a long time, Albus started speaking almost screaming each word. "Dad… I couldn't get out, I tried dad- I really did! And I was cold and I couldn't see- my wand just wouldn't… I screamed 'Lumos! Lumos!' but nothing worked. And then… dad someone screamed and I woke up."
Harry's whole body was rigid this was his worst nightmare; his son was safe because of Harry. But he knew, knew he couldn't spark fear in his son. Albus suspected nothing; he'd had a nightmare and wanted to tell his father everything about it. So harry smiled, something that felt almost foreign on his lips.
"Son, it's nothing, just a nightmare-just forget about it but don't forget send an owl to me if you get more and I'll get Madam Pomfrey to brew something up; ok Al?" Harry looked sympathetically towards his son, maybe it was just coincidence- yes it was just coincidence he thought to himself.
Albus looked up to his father, his head just up to Harry's shoulder, "Yeah dad, I won't forget." And with that Harry and his son hugged- though Albus never saw Harry pulled his son in tight as if he was an invisibility cloak he could grant to his son.
"Harry! Albus! We need to leave now!" Ginny's screech up the stairs made both of them jump, Harry took Al's trunk whilst Al himself took his owl's cage. And although Harry begrudgingly took the trunk to their car he knew-knew his son would find it hard to be harmed at Hogwarts.
After Tom Riddle's death Minerva McGonagall was given the rein of Hogwarts; something Harry himself was increasingly happy with, the idea that anyone else would be head was an outrageous idea to him.
As the clock ticked by, Harry and his little family loaded into the car and began the drive from Grimmauld place to King's Cross for his children to load on to the train. That was the one thing he'd learnt- it was different when your children are boarding the train. Though he didn't show it he worried, and this year was different. Al… what if? And it was that what if, which was with him all the way to King's Cross- as they passed onto platform 9-3/4 and forced their way through multiple bodies till they found another little family. A family with two very familiar faces.
"Ron! Hermione!" At his shout two head turned to face in Harry's direction. Neither in Harry's mind had changed since they first met- all those years ago, on their first Hogwarts Express. They embraced quickly, Harry and Ron talking about last night's quidditch whilst Hermione and Ginny rallied around their children, straightening robes and buttoning shirts.
The whistle brought with it excitement along with rising panic, as each door shut on the train, Harry felt his stomach twitch. The train started to move slowly, gaining speed. Just as the train started to move faster Harry felt a piecing pain in his scar, but that wasn't what scared him or made his stomach knot.
No. What did that was that just before the train left the station he opened his eyes, to see Albus leaning out the train rubbing his forehead… exactly where Harry's own scar had just burnt.