"Hey Lily," Albus whispered to her before they could get up from their seats at the Slytherin table. "Who's that?"

Albus was referring to a man of about his late 60's with white hair that flopped over the left side of his face. He had a giant scar that started right before his right ear and ran all the way down, through his lips and ending at his chin. But it wasn't the scar that caught Albus off guard, it was the eyes. Both the pupil and iris were pitch black. It took up most of the whites of his eyes, leaving only small spaces in the corners for white.

Who's that"How am I supposed to know? I only know as much as you do! I don't read up on this stuff!" He rolled his eyes at her. "Look," she said, mocking him and rolling her eyes. "He's probably just a teacher or something."

"Yeah... Or something."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know... Something doesn't... feel right."

"Something doesn't feel right? Really? Are you one of those crystal ball ladies going undercover?"

"What!" He was shocked. Crystal ball ladies? Really? "No, of course not! I'm going to go talk to James." She shrugged.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes at her and she mocked him. He sighed, smiling a little to himself as he started his small walk to the Gryffindor table. Sadly, that was when everyone else (in the whole hall, mind you) started to get up and make their way to the doors of the Great Hall. He suddenly heard a voice call out,

"Slytherin first years! Slytherin first years! This way, please. Follow me. I'll lead you to the common room. Slytherin first years, this way!" Albus cringed. If he went to talk to James now he would miss being taken to the common room. Albus felt a strong hand grip his shoulder and squeeze lightly.

"Hey, Al." Albus turned around to find Teddy, his 'adopted' brother looking at him and smiling. "How's it going? Aren't you supposed to be following your Head Boy?" Teddy Lupin was a Hufflepuff third year and a metamorphmagus, taking after his mom, Nymphadora Tonks. He had blue hair and electrifying blue eyes.

"Fine." Albus shrugged. "I just need to find James."

"Why?" Teddy questioned.

"It's urgent. I have a questiion to ask him."

"It can't wait for tomorrow?"

"Well... I mean... Well, I guess it could but. NO IT CANNOT! I CANNOT WAIT! IT'D BE TORTURE!" He whined the last words.

"Ooookay... Why can't you just ask me? If it's anything about Hogwarts I might know more considering I've been here a year longer than your brother has."

Oh. Why not? "Ok." Albus took a deep breath, calming himself from his sudden panic attack. "Who's tha- Wait. What!?"

"Who? Ms. McGonagall?"

'"No. Not her. Ugh! He's not there any more."

"Oh. Sorry you missed him. Find me tomorrow and ask the same question during breakfast, ok? I'll be there around 8-9 since there's no school tomorrow."

"Ok.." Albus sighed frustratedly. Albus was about to walk away when all the sudden a blonde head came running up and jumped onto Teddy's back, causing him to stagger and almost knock Albus to the floor.

"Hey Teddy!"

"Eh... Hey Vic." Even though he was nearly killed he smiled wide and longingly at the site of her face hovering inches from his. Albus decided to go now.

After wondering around aimlessly, walking circles and ending back exactly where he started he finally found the Slytherin first years being lead by a gruff lookin 6th year. He had dark hair, was tall and seemed to be built the size of a tree trunk (the big ones). Albus shimmied into the crowd and looked around for Lily. He locked eyes with Archie and looked quickly look away before he could give Albus the look of pure hatred.

"Albus." Lily called from behind him. He spun around to see her looking at him with a 'well?' face. "Well?" She mused? He was right.

"Well... what?" She rolled her eyes.

"Well, who is Mr. Shark?"

"Mr. Shark?"

"Yeah. That's the name I gave the teacher/or something old guy with the beady, black eyes."

"But why shark?"

"Duh," she said helpfully, rolling her eyes. "Because his eyes remind me of a sharks'. Beady and black and looking for their next meal."

"You know, I'm starting to seriously wonder if I should stay away from you." She shrugged.

"I wouldn't blame you. I'm too amazing to be around. It's ok. I understand. It's for your own good. My awesome glare radiating off me could kill you if you get to close. So, you know, I understand completely." She looked away, pretending to wipe a tear. "My beautiful gift of awesomeness is a curse."

"Wow. Conceited much?"

"Shut up." She said, pushing him. "Besides, you know it's true."

"Sure... Let's go with that." She pushed him again. He smiled. He knew that Lily and he were going to be great friends.

"Hey." Albus turned around to see a face he wasn't too content with just yet. Malfoy walked next to him, smiling sheepishly.

"Hello." Albus said without emotion. Lily smiled kindly even though she didn't believe his 'I'm good and not like my family. I'm not like generations and generations before me. Even though it's in my blood I'm just not like that! Even though it's my first instict, I'm just not like that!' Mmmhm. Sure...

"So..." Started Malfoy nervously. "Slytherin, huh?"

"Really? I was literally sitting across from you at the Start of Term Feast."

"I know... Honestly, I'm just trying to start a conversation."

"Well don't." Said Albus still looking straight ahead, his face remaining expressionless.

"Look," Malfoy's voice seemed to be rising a little. His fists were clenched. "I know that you think I'm like my dad and I bet your dad told you all about him well, news flash, Potter, I'm not!"

Albus just raised an eyebrow, stopping in the middle of the group of Slytherins and starred at him. Malfoy sighed.

"You want me to prove it, don't you?"

"That'd be nice, yes."

"I don't really know how to prove it to you-"

"There, it's settled then." Albus started to walk away but was yanked back by Malfoy.

"No, wait! Not knowing how to do something doesn't mean one shouldn't try."

"What are you? Dumbledore?"

"No. My dad told me that before I got onto the Hogwarts Express. He said I could be anything I want. He told me I'm a pureblood-"

"Of course he did."

"No! Listen, Potter. He told me I'm a pureblood. He told me that my whole family were purebloods. But he also told me that he was a coward."

"No he didn't. You're father is nothing like that. I mean, he's not someone who goes around telling people he's a coward. I mean, I know he's a coward. He's little Mr. Myfatherwillhearaboutthis!"

"Shut up, Potter!" Malfoy took a step closer to Albus, his face contorted in a scowl. "You know nothing about my father so don't you dare say anything about nor against him. I know that my father was a coward but I also know that he is brave and a good man. He might have been a coward when he was young but you have no idea what he's like now."

"You're right. I don't. Go on."

"Thank you. So, what I'm trying to say is that my father told me I can be whatever I want, whoever I want. Grandfather Lucius doesn't want me to be whoever I want. He doesn't want me to break tradition. He said if I marry anyone else who is not a pureblood I will be disowned and shamed."

"Ha. You've got a Mulan story going on there. Oh, what will you do?" Albus said sarcastically. Apparently Malfoy didn't catch the sarcasm because he said,

"I don't know. I don't know." And continued walking away from Albus. Albus looked at the ground now feeling regret. What if he let Malfoy in? What would've happened? Would everything have been ok? Or would he end up being like his father and all the other Malfoys before him? What if Albus just gave him a chance, even the slightest one? Would Malfoy prove him wrong and end up not like his father? Albus was pulled out of his thoughts by Ruby.

"We should get going, Albus." She said looking at him with a creased brow.

"L-let's go." He stuttered. He didn't know why he was stuttering. Maybe, on the inside, he actually wanted to give Malfoy a chance. Maybe he will.