For Albus Potter, life at Hogwarts was always overshadowed not only by his father's reputation, but by his brothers too. In his 7th year, with James gone, it is finally Al's time to shine. Lost in a world of NEWTS, romance and the old prejudices and problems of the Hogwarts student body, Al is finally beginning to understand what it means to be a Potter.

Hey guys! I am the artist formally known as ANGEL-OF-DEATH6. I started using this website when I was 12, and that was the nickname I chose. But I'm 19 now, and I felt after 7 years it was time for a change haha.

I have been listening to a lot of Wizard Rock and I just re-read book 5, and I don't know, this story has come from nowhere. I've been feeling creative lately anyhow. I have no idea where this story is going. It is, currently, going to be a break from the original piece I'm writing. Which needs a lot more background work and such before I can truly begin. Anywho.

I am probably extremely rusty; I haven't written anything in ages. I apologise if this sucks

I have, for quite some time, been pondering the lives of our sweet Next Gen kids. What became of them? Who became of them? Hence, I figured my only opinion was to answer my own questions.

So here goes.

Warning: I have a penchant for fluff. There isn't any in this chapter… I don't think. Wait, maybe a little. But if not, it'll come up in the future at some point, I promise.

I obviously don't own Harry Potter. I am not a literary genius. Well, not just yet anyway.

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May We Look Ever Forward

Part One: Magic is Might

Chapter One

Albus Potter crossed the barrier at platform 9 ¾ to board the train to Hogwarts for what would be the very last time. He was almost overwhelmed by the bittersweet duality of the moment; soon, he would be finished with school, ready to begin whatever journey the rest of his life held for him and the prospect of this was exciting- but also slightly nauseating, as he had no idea what he wanted to do when he finished school. Then, there was the fact he truly loved Hogwarts and its hallowed halls and all the memories that it held for him. He sighed, louder than he had intended, and he felt someone place their hand on his shoulder.

His father smiled at him, and said, "One last trip, hey Al?"

He gave a half smile in reply, "It seems that way."

"Will you miss it?" Asked Lily, holding a large ginger cat in her arms, which took a swipe at Al's owl, causing it to hoot crossly in reply

"Probably," he acknowledged, smiling at his family

"C'mon guys," His mother urged, "Get your stuff and hop on the train, or you'll miss it."

Albus and Lily embraced their parents quickly, "Be good!" Said Ginny, kissing them both on the cheek, "And write every so often, the house is so quiet when you're gone."

"Good luck with NEWTS Al," Said Harry, hugging his son, "Get the work in, mate. But don't let Rose push you into studying too much."

Al laughed and said, "Don't worry, I wont."



Al and Lily boarded the train, waving at their parents as the red steam-engine pulled out of the station. Dragging their trunks, the siblings moved through the hallway of the train, looking for their friends.

"Where is everyone?" Al wondered aloud

"I dunno where your friends are, but mine are right there," Replied Lily, who had been hailed by some fellow 5th years, "I'll see you at the Feast," She said brightly, waving to her brother and entering the carriage.

Albus frowned at her, and then shrugged it off, returning to the search for his own friends. He hated not finding them before he boarded the train, it always seemed like such a hassle having to haul his trunk around, looking into every carriage window. He walked a ways further down the carriage before a familiar voice called out;

"Oi, Potter!"

He spun around and came face to face with Scorpius Malfoy. He smiled, "There you are mate, I've been looking for you everywhere."

"Hasn't everyone?" He replied, grinning, "I'm getting to be so popular these days."

Al laughed, "Sure you have, Scorp."

"I have!" He said, almost indignant, "Grace said the exact same thing to me before when she found me,"

Grace's voice floated out from inside the carriage, "Scorp, deflate your head and sit back down so Al can join us,"

"Cheers, Gracie," Said Scorp, all sarcasm

"Can you not call me Gracie?" She snapped. Al and Scorp smirked at one another.

Grace was sitting with her knees tucked under her, a book in her hands. She pushed her fringe from her eyes and frowned at Scorpius. Al put his trunk and his owl away, and took the seat next to Grace. She smiled at him, saying, "I missed you, Al"

He smiled back, pushing his glasses up his nose, "I missed you too,"

"Aww." Said Scorp, sitting cross from them, grinning, "I could vomit,"

Al gave him a rude hand gesture in reply, and Grace said, "Oh shut up, you idiot. I missed you as well,"

He didn't reply, but seemed pleased nonetheless.

"How were your travels through Italy, by the way?" Al asked

She smiled, putting her book down completely, "Excellent. Even the Muggle places seem magic over there. It's the most amazing place in the world, full of history and culture. My mother's relatives were nice, I guess. Completely insane, mind you. Just, totally off their rockers. They took us around the place a bit. You should've seen the magic school they have over there. We went for a day trip, to visit my cousin who goes there."

"Oh yeah, that's the same school your mum went to, isn't it?" Asked Scorp. Grace nodded in reply

"What's it called again?"

"Magicata, Scuola per le Strege."

"What?" the boys asked together

"Magicata, School for Witches. It's an all girl's school."

Scorp snorted, "Lovely name they've got."

"What's it like?" Asked Al

"The school itself older than Hogwarts, and the grounds are amazing. They've got these green, rolling meadows and these others filled with all these different wild flowers. Madam 

Pince would have had an aneurism over the library. They have a brilliant Quidditch pitch; you guys would've been impressed. And, I saw their teams training, they're not half bad. The architecture is remarkable too; I've never seen anything like that place. It almost puts Hogwarts to shame." She replied, real awe in her voice

"Who cares about their meadows?" Said Scorp dismissively, "Their buildings don't make them better witches. And a good pitch doesn't make you a better Quidditch player, that's for sure!"

Grace let out a sigh, "Malfoy, you're a philistine."

"I am not!"

"You are too,"

Al smiled at his two best friends bickering, and then suddenly realised, "Where's Rose?!" he asked, interrupting their petty squabble.

"Giving her best Head Girl speech at the Prefects meeting, I'd say." Replied Grace, first glaring at Scorpius and then picking up her book

"I can't believe they made her Head Girl. Why would they do that to us?! She's going to be revolting this year," Groaned Scorp, ignoring Grace completely "We'll never get away with anything ever again. I'll bet you she won't even let us copy her homework,"

Al smiled, "Maybe you should start actually doing the homework mate, since NEWTS are coming up and everything,"

Scorpius shrugged in reply, "I'll get by the way I always have, I guess,"

"Scorpius Malfoy, you are the laziest git I have ever met," Said Grace lightly, smirking at him over her book

He smirked back, "Cheers, Gracie. Cheers."

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I have quite a bit more to come, my dears!

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