A/N: Everything you need to know is in first chapter, because I'm too lazy to write it again.
"Are you sure you have everything?" Harry asked looking at his son, whose head was hanging out of the train's window.
"Yes I'm sure father, and if I don't I'll owl you. I'm not bloody stupid, unlike you care to think," Chris said back.
Harry was reminded of someone he knew back while he was in school, but he quickly pushed the thought away before a name and face could be brought up.
"Harry! It's so good to see you!" a red haired woman said coming up beside him, "Where have you been?"
Chris sighed, rolling his eyes before pulling his head back into the train and flopping down on the seat.
Harry smiled weakly, "Where have you been Ginny? Ron hasn't heard from you in months!"
"Undercover Ministry work and all that! How's your wife doing? I heard she was ill."
"Well she's-"
"Harry!" A pregnant brown bushy haired woman said coming out of the crowd, "Where's Chris? Don't tell me you two are fighting again?"
"He's on the train already Hermione, and of course we're fighting. When aren't we fighting? I swear he can't be my son, only he looks just bloody like me!"
Ron came up beside Harry, "I see you've managed to get here on time mate, early even!"
"Daddy I've found him!" a curly red haired girl called from the train.
"That's good Sandy! Is your brother there?" Ron yelled back, over the noise.
"Of course I'm here, but not for long. I have to go find the gang, and start causing all the trouble mom told me not to."
"Robert Weasely! If we get one letter from the Headmistress or any of your Professors!" Hermione yelled glaring at her son.
"Oh come on mom! It's only trouble if you get caught! Isn't that right Todd?"
"Of course! Who told you otherwise?" Came an Irish voice from inside the train that could hardly be heard, "Come on now Rob! We have frogs and snakes to put in the toilets!"
Harry started laughing as Hermione waddled up closer to the window and started yelling threats at her son, when he saw a head of white blond hair through the crowd, "Malfoy."
Ron looked over to where Harry's eyes had landed, "Yeah his son's starting too I heard. Wonder if he's anything like ol' Ferret face? Sure Rob will handle him nicely if he becomes a problem for Chris or Sandy."
Draco helped his son board the train, before stepping back with the other parents. He turned his eyes down Harry's way for a few seconds, briefly making contact with two emeralds before quickly looking back at the train.
"Now I know who my son reminds me of," Harry whispered, swallowing uncertainly at memories, which he thought he'd buried forever.
"Chris?" Ron whispered back, "He reminds you of…Harry but that's not possible. You've never even mentioned that bastard's name since we left school. How would Chris be able to act like someone he's never even heard of?"
Harry watched as Draco nervously looked back at him for a moment, before turning his attention back on the train, "I don't know Ron, but I'm glad I didn't tell him not to become friends with any Malfoys."
"Why?" Ron asked puzzled.
"Because he'd most certainly done it then! That's the last thing I need, my only son becoming friends with the son of my school…rival."
Weber sighed as the train lurched forward. He was still trying to find a compartment that was at least somewhat quiet. There were entirely too many students on the train.
"If you're looking for somewhere to sit, you can join us," a curly red haired girl said.
The blond frowned, "You're a Weasely aren't you?"
"Yeah…Is there something wrong with that? And how did you know?"
He was about to say that his father had told him all about Weaselys, when he remembered his fathered wanted him not to act like him, "N-Never mind. My name's Weber."
"I'm Sandy! Come on then! Chris will be wondering where I've gotten to. Speaking of Chris, don't let his attitude fool you. He only acts that way to piss off his father. He's rather nice under all his snappy remarks."
She led the young Malfoy down the hall until they got to the very end of the car. She opened the compartment door and ushered him in, "Hey Chris! I'm back. Hope you don't mind but I've found someone that needs somewhere to sit."
A boy with a head of hair that was as black as ebony stone turned and looked at them. Even more stunning then the straight dark hair, were the emeralds he wore as eyes, "I don't mind at all. I'm Christopher Potter."
"Potter?" Weber asked, his eyes widened in surprise.
The other boy snorted, "Yes the Harry Potter's only son and oldest child and don't think that being the 'Boy-who-lived's' son is an honor. I wouldn't wish it on anyone or thing."
"Shouldn't people be flocking around you? That's what my father said used to happen to him all the time…your father I mean," Weber remembered his father talking briefly about fighting with Harry Potter and playing Quidditch against him while at school, and about all the people who worshipped the ground he walked on, but that was all he'd ever said, and that had only been once.
Sandy cleared her throat, "Chris tends to scare them off rather quickly if they do. He's nothing like his dad."
"Oh…well then you won't mind me being the son of your father's school days rival then. I'm Weber Malfoy."
Chris frowned, "Malfoy? Never heard of you. Your father and mine-"
"Fought all the time, yes. His name was Draco…or Draconis."
All of a sudden Chris got a wicked smirk on his face, "So you think you can pull one over on me father?" he mumbled to himself, "Weber…May I call you Web?"
"Sure why not?" the blond said.
"How would you like to become friends?"
Sandy's eyes widened, "Chris…"
"What?! My father obviously was keeping this from me so I wouldn't be friends with him."
Weber smirked, "Well that's no reason to become friends with me now. You should be my friend because you want to. Maybe this was his plan from the start you know. Not telling you so you'd become friends with me thinking he was trying to hide the truth from you. My father does that to me all the time. Bloody annoying if you ask me."
Chris smirked hearing this, "I think I'm going to like you just fine Web. We think a lot alike. So…do you like Quidditch?"
Sandy sighed as the boys started talking back and forth, "I just knew something like this was going to happen."
A/N: Well there's another one. Don't forget to review and all that. Thanks!