Sorry for some of you who didn't get my first chapter... That was actually a prologue where Draco told Harry about the prophecy for Alphonse, and that Harry had to pass on the Elder Wand to him to fulfill the prophecy… Now I start with Alphonse the day of his departure for his first day in Hogwarts as a fifth year…

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More than a century and a half after the great battle of the wise Albus Dumbledore… In a generation where the name Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the chosen one, never ceases to be heard in every history class all in every school over the wizarding world, a fifteen year old boy with a thin, round face, straight brownish hair, and ever prominent dark green eyes lies in his bed, looking ever consciously to his window viewing the sunny outside of Godric Hollow as if waiting for something to happen. He was about five and a half feet tall and was wearing baggy dark blue pants and an old-looking magenta shirt.

On his bedside table sat an opened cage with brownish feathers at the bottom from his owl, Prissine. Beside his door sat his trunk with all his school stuff ready for their departure. Beside it sat his Fireliner, the broom he used since his third year at Hogwarts as seeker for the Gryffindor quiditch team. Beside Prissine's cage was a number of letters from his friends, all of them scrolled up together.

Prissine suddenly came through his window and into her cage. She looked tired from flying for a long time and was carrying a letter

"Thanks," said Alphonse gratefully as he fed her. He took the letter from her claws and unscrolled it. It was from his best friend from Hogwarts, Jeff. He could tell that he was writing the letter rather quickly because of the unusually atrocious handwriting…

Hi Al! We just came back yesterday from our vacation in China. We've stayed overnight in the Leaky Cauldron since mum wanted our trip to the Hogwarts Express to be quick. I've heard what the other tenants here have been saying, and they swear that the keeper, Tom, has been here since their forefathers… Do you think it's true? Anyway, when Prissine came here and I read you're letter, we were about to leave for London for some last minute shopping then we were to go straight to the platform, so I had to write quickly. I met J.M. here on the night we got here, but they were already leaving to fix his stuff at home. Ok, that's about it. And about you're question, no, I wasn't able to talk to Anna over the summer, so stop irritating me about her. I'll see you on the Hogwarts Express,

Sincerely yours,

Jeff

Alphonse laughed as he finished reading it. Jeff would never admit that he liked any girl even when it was obvious to everyone else. He reread the one about J.M., his other close friend. Maybe all three of them would just meet on the train. Hey, said something at the back of his mind, maybe we'll see Kairi too. He lingered on this thought on a moment, then regained composure and put Jeff's letter together with the others on his table, and fixed all of them into a backpack that held his other possessions that he did not want to cramp in his school trunk.

"Alphonse, time to go!" called his mother, Trisha Elric.

"Be right down, mum," Alphonse replied as he grabbed his wand from his backpack to put in his pocket.

A peculiar thing about his wand was, unlike the other students at Hogwarts who bought theirs, most at Olivander's, was given to him by his mother at his tenth birthday, the birthday before he went to Hogwarts. Still, it worked perfectly for him. He dragged his trunk down the stairs as he hurried towards the fireplace.

"Okay Alphonse, you go first with you're backpack," started his mother, "then your father will go after you with your trunk. When we get to Diagon Alley, we can do straight to the platform. Then, after you go with in the train, I and your father can do some shopping before going home," she finished.

He and his dad nodded in reply as Alphonse grabbed some flu powder, went into the fireplace and said clearly, "Diagon Alley!" Green flames suddenly surrounded him and he felt as though he was already breathing in the flames as he was being forced into a small space. The next thing he knew, he was in the second to the last fireplace in a two row collection of fireplaces with about ten in each row at the center of Diagon Alley. This was where the many people who traveled by flu powder to Diagon Alley turned up. In the next second, his father with his trunk turned up in the last fireplace to his left, followed by his mother who turned up on the fireplace to his right.

"Okay, let's go!" said his father as Alphonse helped him carry the trunk through the street towards King's Cross station.

As they passed, Alphonse saw the usual crowd in the street, buying, selling, and looking at different items at different shops. All of them were selling things of different color, taste, variety, and the such.

When they reached the platform between nine and ten, parents and students were going through the wall into platform nine-and-three-quarters. The first many first years were tugging on their mother's skirts in being afraid to go through the wall; likewise, siblings of the students who could go who were yet to go to Hogwarts were weeping to their parents to join their brothers and sisters on the train.

Alphonse readied his things on a cart and readily stood in front of the wall. He secured his backpack on his shoulders as he bid his parents goodbye.

"Bye-bye, dear," cried his mother, hugging him tightly as if she wouldn't let go, "have a good year at Hogwarts! Make new friends, be nice to your cousins, and get good grades! I'll miss you!" She said this as if she had memorized this off a piece of paper, but Alphonse never overlooked the care and love in her voice and in her blue eyes and hugged her back.

"I'll miss you to, mum."

He looked over to his dad. He stretched out his hand. "Bye, son, I'll see you on Christmas. Don't forget to write. I love you."

"I will, dad," he said in reply, returning the handshake as his dad gave him three pats on the back.

As he started toward the wall, his mother whispered to his dad, "Holenheim, do you think he'll be all right?"

"Don't worry, Trisha. I'm sure that anything that will come out this year, he'll go through with flying colors. He is our son after all," he replied with a smile as their son went through the wall, into the platform, and into his first steeps for his fifth year…

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Well, after three new story revisions for chapter 1, this is my chapter 2! Hope you like it! And if you're my friend and your name appears here, it is a coincidence (insert evil laugh here)