A/N: A next generation fic! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

At An Amusement Park

Seven year old Albus Severus Potter was excited. He, his older brother and his little sister were out for the day with their dad. They were at an amusement park. A Muggle amusement park, but it was still fun.

The only downside was Albus was starting to have to go pee… if he said something about needing the bathroom before their four year old sister though James would never let him live it down.

"Can we get on the Tornado next, Dad?" eight year old James asked eagerly, of course naming the biggest scariest looking roller coaster in the place.

"You have to be a certain height for that one, James, and I don't think you're quite tall enough," their dad said easily and Al breathed a sigh of relief, shifting from foot to foot anxiously and fighting the urge to grab himself.

"I'm hungry," Lily announced.

"I'm with your sister on this one. How about you two? Ready for lunch?" Harry asked, looking at his watch.

"Definitely," James said and Al nodded.

Ten minutes later, standing in line to get hotdogs and soda behind his siblings and dad, Al was bouncing up and down increasingly frantically and with a spike of need in his bladder his hand jerked and grabbed his crotch, squeezing to try and relieve some of the pressure.

Glancing up he saw Lily, her hand in their father's, solemnly watching him and he forced himself to let go, reminding himself that Lily was only four. If she didn't even need to go yet then he could certainly hold it.

Another five minutes and he was able to sit down at a bench to eat his lunch. He had trouble mustering any real enthusiasm for it though; his bladder was fast becoming the only thing he could think about. He did take a few drinks of his soda, they had been wandering around for a couple hours after all and he was pretty thirsty.

Unfortunately the liquids only made it worse and almost without realizing it he ended up with a hand between his legs under the table.

It was when lunch was finished and they went to get up that it happened. He spurted into his pants and with a gasp Al doubled over, both hands at his crotch.

"Daddy! Al's gonna have an accident!" Lily shouted and at her words Al felt tears prick his eyes and his dad was suddenly kneeling down to his level, his green eyes gentle.

"Al? You going to make it, pal?"

"I don't know," Al admitted, embarrassed. "I really have to go, Dad," he added in a whisper.

"Me too!" Lily piped up then and Al couldn't help an irrational spike of anger at his little sister. Why couldn't she have said something half an hour ago?

Quickly sizing his children up, deciding Albus was worse off, Harry got to his feet. "James, could you take Lily while I make sure Al makes it?"

"No!" Lily yelled, her lips trembling. "You, Daddy! I want you!"

"Come on, Dad, I can't go in the girl's loo!" James shouted, aghast.

"Fine," Harry consented with a glance at Albus, knowing his son didn't have the time for him to stand here and argue with James and Lily about who would take who. "You go with your brother," he said to James. "No making fun of him, got it? I'll be there as soon as I can. You two stay together until I get there."

Every stall in the bathroom was filled and there was line to get in and Albus, already leaking into his pants despite his best efforts, couldn't help his groan of dismay.

"I need to go!" he moaned, doubled over at the waist and holding himself with both hands.

His pants already felt wet and he had to fight not to start crying.

"Come on, lad, I'll let you in before me, you can be next," a guy at the front of the line said kindly. "Hey, you in there! Hurry it up, will you?" he added, banging on the nearest stall door.

"I'll get out when I get out!" the voice in the stall yelled gruffly and Al choked on a sob, bouncing up and down as he lost control and peed for a few seconds, a large bludger sized wet spot on his crotch by the time he managed to stop it.

"We've got a little kid wetting his pants out here!" the man who had let them in front of him yelled angrily.

"He'll live, it's not the end of the world!" the guy in the stall yelled back.

"Jerk!" James shouted to Albus's surprise. It wasn't often that his brother was inspired to verbally defend him. Of course they spent most of their time with family and there wasn't generally much reason for James to defend him…

A little bit of pee shot out again before he could stop it and he felt a few tears stream down his face as well. "I want Daddy," he sniffed, the words escaping before he could snatch them back. James, however, didn't comment and as though his words had called Harry forth his father was suddenly weaving through the waiting men to get to his kids, Lily, her eyes closed and her face pressed into his shoulder, held on one arm.

"How are you boys doing?" Harry panted, having had to run to get to them as soon as he could.

"He's peeing in his pants," James told him, straightforward and Al felt his face flaming.

"The stalls are all full!" he yelled, unable to stop himself from crying now and squirting involuntarily into his pants as he spoke.

"Okay," Harry said, a calming hand on Al's head as he quickly assessed the situation and turned to his eldest son. "James, take your sister and wait right outside the bathroom. Don't go anywhere and don't let go of her hand; do you understand me?" he said firmly and at James' nod he put Lily down beside him and motioned them out.

"I don't think I can hold it, Daddy," Albus admitted tearfully once they were gone.

"It's okay, Al," Harry murmured reassuringly, noting the use of 'Daddy', which the seven year old generally only used when his brother wasn't around or when he was scared or really upset.

A toilet flushed then and as though that was what it had been waiting for Al's bladder released and he was suddenly peeing himself as he stood there, wetness spreading on his pants and urine running down his legs.

"It's coming out!" Al yelled hysterically, jumping up and down and holding himself, pee streaming through his fingers and as soon as the stall was empty Harry guided his son into it and closed the door behind them both, knowing the little boy would need his help.

"I can't get my pants undone," Al sobbed, a puddle fast forming at his feet.

"I've got it," Harry murmured, his wand in his hand now they were alone and with a quick nonverbal spell Al's pants and boxers were hanging on the hook on the door and he was suddenly peeing directly onto the floor. Harry gave him a gentle push and got him situated in front of the toilet.

When he was finished he stood there with tears streaming down his cheeks and a puddle at his feet and Harry, his heart clenching at the devastation he saw on his little boy's face, gently cupped his cheek in a wordless expression of love and comfort for a moment before moving to help him get his pants back on.

Fresh tears welled in Albus's eyes as Harry pulled the wet pants onto him. "Aren't you going to dry them?"

"We're in a Muggle park, Al," Harry murmured.

"The door is closed though!" Al said, whining a little without really meaning to.

"Yeah, but those people out there saw that you didn't completely make it so you can't go out there with dry pants," Harry said patiently, keeping his voice pitched low and trying to explain it as gently as he could.

"James will make fun of me," Al groaned miserably.

"James wet his pants at a Quiddich match he and I went to last month," Harry told him. "Trust me, he'll leave you alone."

Al's eyes widened in shock at the news and Harry bit back a grin, reflecting that he would have to make it up to James for revealing his secret. For now though it was worth it. Albus had needed it. And James could be surprisingly considerate at times for an eight year old prankster. He would be okay.

"Ready?" he asked softly and, still sniffling, Albus nodded.

"There he is," the man who had let Al cut in front of him in line said lightly when Albus and Harry emerged. "You did good, kid."

"But I wet my pants and cried," Al whispered, ashamed and not meeting his eyes.

"You were tough though and hung on as long as you could. And you only really started crying when your dad here came and it's a sad world indeed if you can't cry in front of your parents," the man told him. "You've got a good kid there," he added to Harry, winking good naturedly.

Harry grinned back. "Thank you," he said sincerely, nudging Al toward the sink so he would wash his hands.

"I think it's time to go home," Harry told his kids once he and Al had rejoined James and Lily.

James was the only one of them that looked like he could handle more but even he, looking at his younger siblings, Al with his tear-streaked face and wet pants and Lily practically falling asleep where she stood, nodded and agreed.

"Can you spell me dry now?" Al asked once they were home, his ordeal having made him grouchy.

"I think you should take a bath," Harry told him as Ginny kissed her son's head, offering silent and loving support, and then took Lily to put her down for a nap.

"Why can't you just do a spell?" Al grumbled, over tired and stressed tears welling in his eyes.

"I can," Harry acknowledged, putting an arm around his son and leading him up the stairs. "But whenever I had an accident as a kid, nothing went quite so far toward making me feel better as a bath did."

"You had an accident before?" Al asked, his voice small and shocked.

"Everyone has accidents sometimes, Al. And yes, even I did," Harry said softly, offering his son a reassuring smile and after a thoughtful moment Al tentatively returned it.

"I'll take a bath then," he said and Harry grinned, ruffling his hair.

"Good choice."

"And maybe you can tell me more about when James wet his pants," Al said slyly.

Harry laughed.

Al would be just fine.