A/N: Hey guys! I was going to update this a while ago but then stuff happened. Then I thought I should really get this up around Christmas time, so Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
This is going to be a long author's note (if you don't want to read it, just scroll past the bold section) because I was left a lot of reviews by GlenCoco (you go, Glen Coco!) and they bought up some good points/questions I wanted to answer/elaborate on.
But I also want to say that when reviewing, even if you find the worst fanfic you have ever come across...like, it's the worst piece of writing you have ever read in your whole life, you should always point out one thing good about it. I don't care if it's one bloody line or word in the whole fic, always say one good thing, at the very least. That's why they say "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all". Just one. Good. Thing.
On the bright side, you're not forced to read a fic you don't like.
Although, on the note of 'not being a very good fic', my 14/15 year old self did plan the whole thing and write much of the beginning of it. I'm in a process of 'how the f*ck do I fix this plot' since I'm determined to finish this. So I kinda just wanna say: bear with me, I hope I can fix the bad stuff as I go and it'll get better. I'm not sure how it'll work out though.
Okay, now onto the stuff that GlenCoco (what a champion) mentioned.
Firstly, in regards to the replacement of teachers, I sort of imagine they're all retired (or dead) because they all seemed pretty old during Harry's time at Hogwarts.
Secondly, I didn't even notice how many of my OCs had colours in their names. Well, there's only one thing to do- *pulls out colour chart* so which colours haven't I used yet? (Fun fact: Blackthorn is a street name near my place which is where I got the name from in the first place).
In regards to Tom visiting Ollivanders, my younger self clearly just didn't think any better (and to be honest, a lot of the answers to the questions are 'my younger self was stupid' so?)
You can pronounce Browndragon however you want. =P Although I had originally planned to change his entire name, I never got around to doing that and he stayed as Nigel Browndragon. *sighs* it's so horrible.
Maybe I'm a pessimist (or because I have a horribly racist, homophobic parent) but I really don't see Wizarding Society having progressed too much, no matter what they did to try and fix it. I imagine the prejudice is still there, but most people keep it within their close family/friend groups and, you know, don't reveal it openly in public. Although a lot of the younger ones who do use the term 'mudblood' will grow out of it, and honestly are just being stupid kids most of the time (I'm aware not all children are like this, but Albus and most of his friends are).
With the auror training thing, they do still go through the three(?) years of training. They just need to do the test to be able to get into the training. I got the idea from a friend who was going in to medicine and to be accepted into the course they had to take a test and the top 5% or something got in. So Tom's doing all the character, aptitude and all the other stuff now I guess. I just haven't gone into it greatly.
I'm always telling myself to remember the characters are only really young, and they're bound to be so stupid at times. Albus is also supposed to be really, really impressionable btw, and even if at times its so face-palm inducing, it's necessary for the storyline. I guess it allows for some humour.
The Dark Lord Textbook is meant to be iffy. I mean, how else are they going to be unbiased about Voldemort?
I'm also surprised nobody's ever mentioned Mundungus Fletcher? I just try and mention characters every now and then because there's so goddamn many, and to remind people "yes, it's the Harry Potter universe despite the tragic number of OCs".
I have a document with all the names of my OCs and basic information about them. It really helps, but sometimes I forget the existence of people. I should find a way to kill them all or something (there's an idea).
I believe my younger self was still debating on making Sinistra the Headmistress and only decided on it recently. So that's why it wasn't mentioned earlier because of the indecisiveness of yours truly. *face-palms*.
Gosh, I think that's everything. People are always free to ask questions and point things out. There's actually a lot of things I realized that I really need to change in future chapters. Hopefully I can remember all of them.
So yes, now to the chapter. I also want to say before you start reading: assholes exist in every house (except maybe Hufflepuff).
Chapter 13: It's a Wrap [for second year]!
The Slytherin Quidditch team was out on the field for the last time this term. They were up against Hufflepuff.
This was it was all Albus could think of in the change rooms.
"You are so screwed, Al," Ethan came running in to the change rooms.
"You're late, Flint!" Bletchley growled.
"Yeah, yeah, you know I'm great, it's all good," Ethan hushed the captain, looking back at Albus. "You know that Hufflepuff you cursed yesterday?"
Albus had told his friends about the jinx he had cast, and running into Professor Browndragon (who didn't even take points off him). He had been scolded by Larry and Rigel, but the others laughed about it.
Ethan had paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "She's the Hufflepuff seeker."
Austin Finch-Fletchley, who was standing beside Albus, groaned. "What are you doing going around cursing people?"
"Is she dead?" Bletchley looked perhaps a little too eager at the prospect.
"Nah, Madam Pomfrey was able to fix her up good," Ethan said, "but she's out there for blood."
Albus scoffed, "Yeah, good luck with that, huh? Hufflepuff's are weaklings."
"Excuse you," Austin glared at him.
"No offense," Albus said quickly, "I have family in Hufflepuff too."
"Yeah, well how do you feel when people assume all Slytherins are evil?" Austin asked.
"You make a fair point," Albus said, then turned to Ethan, "I'm screwed."
Ethan expression turned to one of annoyance, then he gave Austin a look which said 'seriously'.
"Potter's got the right idea," Bletchley suddenly said, "Never underestimate the enemy. Flint, get your clothes on, we're going onto the field.'
Albus had never seen anyone change so fast. However, Ethan was still putting on his shoes when they lined up to go out onto the field.
"I swear Flint, if you're still changing when we go out onto the field I'm throwing you into a pit of Hungarian Horntails," Albus heard Bletchley say.
As always, when they were announced, they entered the stadium. Ethan was right of course, the Hufflepuff seeker was the girl Albus had cursed yesterday. She was a couple of years older than him, so probably a fourth year. Her teeth were back to normal, but she frowned at Albus when she saw him.
When the game had begun, the beginning was quite uneventful. Ethan had been able to score two goals and the beaters were doing a pretty good job of keeping away the bludgers. The Slytherin chasers and beaters weren't being as brutal as they usually were. Especially Ethan, who liked to make a game messy, hadn't even tried to break anyone's bones or push them off their broom. Maybe the Hufflepuff team were just easy to beat without making it harder for themselves.
At one point, Albus and Hufflepuff girl – Rina Wilders? Wasn't it? – Were flying fairly close to each other.
"You're teeth are looking splendid today," Albus told her, only stealing a glance at her before looking around the pitch again.
"Thank you," Wilders replied, "I can't say the same for you."
Albus couldn't help but laugh at the comeback. Maybe he deserved it.
In the next five minutes the game started to get rougher. It wasn't the Slytherins initiating it, however. Instead, the Hufflepuff's were slowly getting a little more violent. It was the most absurd thing Albus had ever seen.
One of the Hufflepuff beaters had hit Montague in the head and yelled out, "SORRY! OH MY GOD I WAS AIMING FOR HIS ARMS!"
But Montague had already fallen off his broom and onto the ground, unconscious. At least this time it wasn't Ethan. But for a moment, Ethan had looked over towards Montague instead of looking around him. A second was all that was needed and a Hufflepuff chaser stole the quaffles with ease. Even Albus heard Ethan curse loudly.
Hufflepuff was able to score at least twice before Ethan was able to take back the quaffle.
"For Merlin's sake, Finch-Fletchley, get your head in the game!" Albus heard Bletchley yell to Austin.
The commentator, who was still Dominique, then said- "And it looks like Wilders has seen the snitch!"
This caused Albus to take his concentration off the rest of the game (honestly, what was he doing!?). Albus noticed Wilders zooming down and quickly followed her. In seconds they were beside each other in a nose dive, but Albus couldn't see the snitch...that's when he realized what was happening and pulled up quickly.
"And Wilders tries to pull off a Wronski Feint! Nearly got Potter too, but you'll have to do better than that," Dominique said.
A collection of curse words went through Albus' mind. That had been embarrassing to be tricked like that.
Albus went back to flying just above the game, squinting to find the snitch. He moved away from the sun which had appeared from behind the clouds. It was starting to get in the way.
Finally, Albus saw the snitch, flying near the Slytherin goals. Albus was about to speed off towards it when Wilders flew right in front of him, causing Albus to rear slightly on his broom. Wilders managed to get a head start and was already close to the snitch.
Albus, now cursing out loud, flew as fast as his broomstick could fly towards the snitch which was now on the move.
The two of them were neck and neck, but only for a moment. Albus managed to move past her, but he was pushing his broom very hard. Albus nearly contemplated on jumping off his broom like he had done against Gryffindor. He decided against it, and instead stretched his arms out to see if he could get it.
He was pretty sure he wasn't about to get it, but his fingertips brushed against the snitch. Albus shuffled forward on his broom. That was all he needed and he managed to grab it with his fingers, then gripped it tightly in his hand. Albus laughed in delight.
Victory was theirs.
The Slytherins were cheering and chanting repeatedly the names of everybody on the team. "POTTER, POTTER, POTTER" they chanted for a moment before starting "FLINT, FLINT, FLINT" and then Bletchley, Finch-Fletchley, Lament, Bole and even Montague, though he was carted off to the hospital wing.
"This is so great!" Scorpius was jumping up and down with excitement. He, Rigel, Larry and Vince had come down to the change rooms to see Albus and Ethan. Moments later, even Rose came running in, causing the team to freak out before Albus calmed them down.
"Check it out, Al!" Rose had pulled a phone from her pocket. Albus took it and stared at the picture she had taken of him during the game. Albus flipped through the pictures, and noticed she had taken a lot. Including picture of the spectators.
"Merlin's name, what is that?" Scorpius asked with excitement.
"It's a phone," Rose told him, "and I took some pictures with it."
"See, look," Albus went through the steps of how to take a picture with the phone, and he took a selfie with Scorpius. Albus passed the phone back to Rose.
"I want one," was all Scorpius said, eyeing the phone with a glint of hunger in his eyes.
"I'm sure your parents will get you everything you want," Albus told him.
"As great and touchy feely as this all is," Bletchley said loudly, "Anyone not on the team, GET OUT!"
The others went back up to the castle, but Scorpius said he would wait outside for Albus. Aside from the fact that Montague had ended up in the hospital wing (and of course Albus went to see him), it had been the best day Albus had had in a long while.
Albus sat with Ethan on the grounds one fine afternoon. He was studying and finishing off homework, as was Ethan. Although Ethan hadn't gotten very far. He had his headphones on, but Albus wasn't quite sure if his friend was listening to music. Ethan was staring off at a group of other students close-by them.
Albus wished Scorpius was there, but his best friend had gone off to find Tim. Scorpius wanted to see if he still had his iPad.
Rigel, Larry and Vince had gone to the library. Albus, Ethan and Scorpius felt it was a nice day to be outside. Of course, then Scorpius had run off. This left just Albus and Ethan.
Ethan was still glaring in the direction of people. Albus was trying to do his homework, but somehow Ethan's mood wasn't helping his concentration.
Albus finally looked up and had a good look at where Ethan was staring. He recognised the Ravenclaw seeker, Curtis Mane, immediately. Mane was a fifth or sixth year and had more of a beater's build. He was sitting next to a Slytherin girl with brunette hair and fair skin. They appeared to be flirting. Suddenly, Albus remembered back to a conversation on the train they had after Christmas break.
The Slytherin girl was Pucey– Ethan's crush.
Albus looked over at Ethan, who was still glaring in their direction. Albus scooted closer to his friend. Okay, so he was a twelve year old kid. Trying to help a fourteen year old who would have much more experience with girls would probably not work. But he had to try.
Albus took off Ethan's headphones, causing Ethan to look over at him wide-eyed. It was as if he'd forgotten Albus was even there.
"She should totally be dating a respectable, Slytherin, pure-blood like you," Albus told him, "He is so beneath her."
Ethan looked relieved by what Albus said, "Tell me about it! Larry keeps saying I could do better, I keep saying she could do better! With me!"
Ethan put his headphones down on the ground in front of him. He started fiddling with his fingers.
"Let me handle this," Albus said, standing up. He didn't want Ethan going over there and doing something stupid.
Albus was mainly doing this because he wanted to see what type of person this Pucey girl was. Rigel never had anything nice to say about her, nor did Larry. Perhaps they were judging her too harshly, Albus thought.
He wasn't sure what exactly he was going to say when he went up to the two of them, but they seemed to start the conversation for him.
"Oh heey," Pucey said with a shrill voice, "I know you, you're little bitty Potter."
She pinched Albus' cheek and he grimaced. Now he was starting to understand what was so off putting about her and he hadn't even said a word.
"My name's Albus," He told her.
Mane was scowling at him in a way that reminded Albus of Severus Snape.
"I was just talking with Curty here," Pucey said, putting her arm around her boyfriend, "that I can't beeelieve he was beaten by a twelve year old child! Ha!" She laughed obnoxiously.
Albus was deeply regretting his decision to come over.
"And who is it that you're sitting with?" Pucey leant slightly to the side to look around Albus over at Ethan, "Oh yeah, what's his name?"
"Ethan Flint," Albus clenched his fists. How could she not know him? "He's the best Quidditch player in the school."
"Oh don't be so humble," Pucey tapped the tip of her finger on Albus' nose, "I'm sure you're the best player in the school."
Albus felt himself go red, but it was not in embarrassment. He just really, really hated her.
"Besides," Pucey continued, "I hear, Flint's, you know..."
She spoke as if Albus should know exactly what she was talking about. Albus merely stared at her in confusion, that's when Mane came in to elaborate.
"A Batty boy," Mane said with a cruel smile.
Albus was still confused, so Mane continued, sounding very belittling, "A fairy, a pillow-biter, a queer."
"There's nothing wrong with being gay," Albus said instantly, "besides he's not homosexual." Albus knew for a fact Ethan was bisexual, but he didn't have to say that.
"Really?" Pucey asked incredulously, "Well whaddya know."
Mane was laughing, however, "The kids pulling our leg. He's probably a twink himself."
Albus didn't hesitate and pulled his wand out. This made Mane laugh even louder, "What are you going to do big boy? Shoot sparkles at me?"
Albus gripped his wand tighter. He looked back over at where he and Ethan had been sitting, only to find that Ethan was now gone. Great.
Albus looked back over at Mane, "I'm not done with you, Mane." The Ravenclaw only curled over with laughter. Albus then looked at Pucey and said, "and you...you are a patronizing bitch. Larry's right, Eth is aiming too low."
He didn't elaborate on what he was talking about and simply walked away. He went to gather his stuff and headed inside, wanting to find where Ethan had gone and maybe, if he could find Scorpius, complain like there was no tomorrow.
After walking sometime through the corridors, Albus heard an angry laugh from around a corner and some laughter. When Albus turned the corner, he noticed Ethan was covered in feather.
James, Albus' immediate thoughts were. However, he noticed that Fred was standing in front of Ethan, laughing the hardest. Or not James, then.
Ethan had now pulled his wand out and Albus went and intervened, "Will you guys not?"
"Why not?" Ethan asked angrily, "this little punk-,"
"-is my cousin," Albus interrupted, "I know they do stupid things, but could you not? Not now." Albus pushed Ethan's wand arm down.
Fred's laughter had quickly calmed and he said, "Oh, this a friend of yours, Al? He should've said something."
"Get these feathers off me," Ethan said, starting to raise his wand again.
"They'll shed off in a few minutes," Fred explained, "Sorry. I've been doing it to people all day."
Albus turned to Fred and snapped, "Do yourself a favour and don't do it to Slytherins."
Fred took a step away from his cousin, his hands flying up, "Alright, Mr Grumpy."
Albus ignored Fred's words, turning to Ethan, hissing, "Put your wand away."
Ethan stashed his wand back into his pocket. Albus took hold of Ethan's feathery arm and pulled him away and the two started to walk the corridors.
"Sorry about that," Albus said, bitterness escaping into his voice.
"Don't apologise. It was your cousin, not you," Ethan was starting to pluck some of the feathers off. He stared at one of them with disgust before throwing it aside. "How'd it go with Pucey?"
"Awful," Albus said, "She's patronizing and Mane is the biggest asshole in all the universes. You should have heard him, he is such a homophobic bastard I have no idea how he's still walking and hasn't been beaten to death or crushed by his own stupidity and ego."
Ethan stopped in his tracks, leaning against the closest wall and slowly sliding down onto the floor. His shoulders were slumped and his head was hanging so Albus couldn't see his expression. Ethan was always such a happy-go-lucky person and Albus wondered what had happened.
"You okay?" Albus asked him, walking over.
"I've just had a bad day," Ethan replied. Albus was pretty sure there was more to it, but he wasn't going to push.
Albus sat down next to him, putting his arm around him, "We all have them, brother."
Ethan had quickly gone back to his old, normal self. There was something slightly different about him still. Like, his taste of jokes and pranks had mellowed. He had also seemingly gotten over Pucey much to the delight...of...well...everyone. Besides Scorpius, who still had no idea who Pucey was.
"SHE WAS SO PATRONIZING," Albus had yelled to Scorpius when he had finally found him that day (turns out Tim's iPad had gone flat and he had to be sent home). "AND MANE CAN-," the end of that sentence was followed by powerful swear words he had never used before, but had heard from the older students. It had left Scorpius standing in shock and confusion.
Now it was coming to the end of term, which meant second years would have to choose their subjects for the upcoming years. Albus took a good look at the list:
Arithmancy
Care of Magical Creatures
Divination
Muggle Studies
Muggle Technology Studies
Study of Ancient Runes
Albus signed himself up for Care of Magical Creatures, since he knew Hagrid would never forgive him if he didn't. He took Study of Ancient Runes, since it sounded particularly interesting to him.
Albus wasn't sure if he should take any other subjects and decided to leave it at that. He looked at Scorpius' sheet of paper. Scorpius had decided to do both Muggle subjects and also Care of Magical Creatures (after taking a look at what Albus had chosen). Rigel had taken all of them except for the muggle studies subjects. Vince was having a hard time choosing, so they were trying to help him.
"Okay, for starters we're all doing Care of Magical Creatures," Scorpius told him, "So you have to take that."
"If you want a good bludge subject, I hear Divination is the way to go," Albus said.
"Or you could do something useful like Arithmancy or Ancient Runes," Rigel pointed out.
"Hey, muggle studies is useful too," Scorpius said to Rigel. Then he looked back at Vince and said, "The fact that we come from Wizarding families should make you want to do muggle studies, Vince, especially the technology one! I mean, can you imagine using computers and stuff! They're bringing in computers!"
Vince ticked off Muggle Technology Studies for his second one.
"They're bringing in computers?" Albus asked excitedly, "Now I'm tempted to take that one. I could bludge off and play games and stuff instead."
"Don't even think about it," Rigel said, taking Albus' paper off him, "have you finished with it?"
Albus shot a glare at Rigel, but then sighed and said, "Yeah. I guess."
Rigel was about to say something else when they interrupted by a "POTTER! 'EY POTTER!"
Albus wasn't used to being yelled at like that. Most of the time when anyone was yelling out "POTTER" it was towards his brother. However, they were in the Slytherin common rooms so it was, well, impossible.
Albus turned his head to see Antonius Clam running up towards him with a piece of parchment. Albus stood up to see what he had to say.
"Thanks for telling your father about the Google book thing," Clam said. He waved the parchment in front of Albus' face, which was when the younger Slytherin noticed it was a letter. He couldn't read it though as Clam waved it around wildly.
"Somebody wants to buy it," Clam told him, "the idea and stuff, we'd all get profits and things. It's going to sell, this is!"
"That's brilliant!" Albus said. Even though he wasn't involved with the project, he was excited. He couldn't believe his father managed to find somebody who was interested.
"What's brilliant?" Ethan had walked over, followed closely by Larry who was carrying a large pile of books.
"The Google book idea I told you guys about," Albus told him.
Ethan's eyes widened and he looked over at Clam, giving him a once over. Ethan's demeanour suddenly changed as he slumped a little, trying to look cool. He said to Clam, "That's really great. Maybe we could celebrate some time, you know? You and me, dinner..."
Albus was very confused.
Clam looked very flattered, but then said, "Maybe if you were older, mate." He winked at Ethan, then turned to Albus. One last time he said, "Thanks again Potter, I'm going to tell the others! We'll never forget this."
Clam then turned and left the Common Room to find his friends.
The group was silent for a moment, but it was broken by Ethan, "I'm going to die alone." He sounded exasperated.
"We're only fourteen, Eth," Larry put a comforting arm around his friend. Unfortunately, Larry wasn't able to hold his pile of books with one hand, and they all fell to the floor. One landed on Rigel's head.
Albus' second year at Hogwarts was complete. The young boy was staring out the train window into the vast country side.
He wasn't listening to his friend's conversations, his mind elsewhere. He was thinking about what Professor Browndragon had said a while back about Dumbledore...Putting an orphaned child with abusive relatives. The more Albus thought about, the more he realized Browndragon was right.
Was Albus Dumbledore really the great wizard his father (and everyone else, for that matter) made him out to be? And if not, then did that mean Voldemort really wasn't as bad as his father made him out to be? And Browndragon had said that portraits were crude imitations of life. Had Albus Dumbledore really been that kind? Or was it an act? The same could be asked about Snape, Albus realized. Was Snape as horrible as the portrait made him out to be? His father spoke highly of him too, although he did say the man had flaws...but didn't everyone?
"Oi, Al, you gonna join us or should we eat all these?" Scorpius called over to him.
Albus looked away from the window and over to his friends who were all surrounded by sweets. Scorpius had his hand in a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans.
"May I have one?" Larry asked Scorpius. Scorpius offered the box to Larry, who took it and then ate a bean before spluttering everywhere.
"What was it?" Scorpius asked, looking mildly concerned.
"...Brussel Sprouts," Larry whispered. He passed the box back to Scorpius, looking put off.
Ethan was bouncing up and down slowly to whatever music he was listening to on his headphones. Rigel was opening chocolate frogs and looking at the cards, as well as eating the chocolate. Vince was stuffing his face with pumpkin pasties.
"Want anything, Al?" Scorpius asked.
"Yeah, I'll take whatever," Albus said.
None of them were no longer dressed in their school robes. There were only a couple of hours before they arrived at Kings Cross.
Albus found himself eating some liquorice wands, surprised that nobody had walked into their compartment or interrupted them. That thought was short lived, of course, when James came stumbling in.
"Oh this had better be good," Albus said to his older brother. This train ride may have ended up being such a good one. Alas, James had to come in and ruin everything.
"I wanted the cloak and map back," James said, "Did you end up meeting Dumbledore and Snape?"
"That would be Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape," Albus corrected him, "and yes, I did."
James rolled his eyes, "They're dead anyway, who cares." Then he leaned against the doorway of the compartment, grinned and said, "What'd you think of them?"
"Respect for the dead, James. They were alright I guess...not what I expected...less than what I expected," Albus said.
"You were disappointed?" James sounded incredibly surprised, "get out! Really?"
"I didn't say I was disappointed," Albus told him, "and you should probably be the one getting out."
James grumbled something under his breathe, but then closed the compartment door with a slam.
"At least he's gotten a bit more civilised," Scorpius pointed out. Albus didn't reply, instead aiming a chocolate frog packet at his friend's face.
The train slowed down to a stop. Albus and his friends were all ready to exit the train.
"Hugo and Lily are going to be so excited to be coming to Hogwarts," Albus told Scorpius.
"Will they be Gryffindorks?" Scorpius asked.
Albus shrugged. He knew the answer was yes, of course. Lily had always wanted to be a Gryffindor and he was pretty sure Hugo wouldn't settle for anywhere else.
They all walked out onto the platform, looking around for their parents. If they didn't see them, then heading off the platform to find them there.
"So I'll ask my parents if you can come over for a few days," Albus said, "we'll marathon a tonne of movies."
"I'll also see if you can come to my place at any point," Scorpius told him, "it's long overdue."
"Too true," Albus said, "I want to see what your place looks like. It must be massive!"
The two started to argue over whose place was larger and the coolest. Scorpius started arguing that at least Albus had a television and electronics. Scorpius didn't have any of that. Albus countered that his parents would no doubt buy him what he asks if he begs enough.
A smaller, red-headed person suddenly appeared between the two of them as they had been quarrelling.
"Hi, Al!" Lily said, "Hi Scorpius!" Her eyes were wide and excited. She was still looking at Scorpius when she said, "I'm going to be starting Hogwarts after summer!"
"Yeah, Al was telling me," Scorpius said, looking amused. He put a hand on her shoulder, "Trust me, it's going to be awesome."
"Especially if you're in Slytherin," Albus butted in. If only somebody else in the family could be in the same house so he wasn't the black sheep.
"Sorry Al," Lily said, "but I've been wanting to be in Gryffindor since, like, forever...But Hugo might be in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw! He's dead set on breaking Weasley tradition. He doesn't suit Slytherin though."
The news surprised Albus, but it made him feel better. He could only imagine his Uncle Ron's expression if Hugo wasn't in Gryffindor. It would be priceless.
"Well I'll be seeing you around," Scorpius said to the two Potter's upon seeing his own parents.
"I'll owl you," Albus told him.
Scorpius was already walking away, but he turned around and said, "text me!"
"When we both have phones," Albus promised.
Albus watched Scorpius disappear behind the crowds. Then, he turned and followed Lily to find their family. Albus prayed to whatever Gods may exist that this summer would turn out to be a good one.