Chapter 3: Albus Severus Potter, Potions Master
"But from that day forward, the wizard helped the villagers like his father before him, lest the pot cast off its slipper, and begin to hop once more," Harry said to his four year old son Albus, closing the book 'Tales of Beedle the Bard'.
"What kind of potions would he make, daddy?" Albus asked with big eyes.
"All kind of potions: antidotes to most common poisons, Essence of Dittany, and maybe even Blood-replenishing potions," Harry told his son.
"Can I make those potions?" Albus asked hopefully.
"When you are older, Al," Harry said, shaking his head.
"I'm a big boy now, I can make potions," Albus said pouting.
"I will have to talk to your mum about that, but now it is time for you to sleep," Harry said, tucking Albus in and kissing him on the forehead.
"Al wants to brew potions," Harry said to his wife when he finally crawled into bed next to Ginny.
"Have you been reading your potions directions aloud again?" Ginny asked smiling.
"I can't help it that I'm rubbish at brewing potions!" Harry defended himself.
"Maybe Al will be better at it," Ginny said teasing.
"That won't be to hard," Harry muttered.