So this is chapter 3. Now I plan on updating this every week or so, i think it's healthy when a story comes out regularly... Hope you guys enjoy it! and don't forget to Review! let me know what you think!

–CHAPTER THREE –

THE CHOCOLATE FROG CARDS

Albus Severus Potter, son of Ginevra and Harry Potter, was officially freaking out. Of course, to anyone else, Albus just had a nervous smile as he walked into King's Cross, but he knew better. His thoughts were barely coherent, and the only string of thought he could hold on to, as his brother James teased him about school, was: "I won't be in Slytherin!".

In the car ride, James had out done himself in the matter of annoying Al. He had got under his skin , telling him about the horrible beasts that took the students to the castle, the terrifying Ghosts that haunted the place, the dungeon's labyrinth where some students were known to have ventured there and never returned. Al knew, deep down, that none of it was true, but the sleepless night seemed to have rebooted his brain and all he could think of was the Hogwarts James was painting him. That's when he started to freak out. Not only did James' portrail of Hogwarts sounded awfully frighting, he also insited that Albus would be placed in Slytherin, where, acordingo to James, all of the dangerous things seemed to be at.

The idea of beeing placed in Slytherin was absurd. He kept telling himself. Both his Mother and Father had been Gryffindors. Hell, his entire family had been Gryffindor. There was only onefamily member, that he knew of, that wasn't a Gryffindor. And that was his oldest cousin Victoire and she was a Raveclaw. The thought calmed him down some. It also helped when his dad told him that the Sorting Hat took his choice for consideration. It didn't help when Uncle Ron said he'd disown anyone who wasn't in Gryffindor.

As Al was waving good-byes to his parents out the window he couldn't help but think that it didn't matter anymore, the debate was useless. By the end of the day he would be in the dormitories of whatever house fate chose to send him to. He just wished it was Gryffindor.

As soon as the station was only a dot in the horizon, James was already up and grabbing his trunk from the compartment they had entered, with already one foot out the door Rose snaped.

"Where are you going?" she questioned.

"To find my mates?" James said, and while stroking his jaw he added, "I know I still have some baby fat on me, but I'm not a first year you know."

Rose scowled at him. James did not have baby fat. In fact he had grown quite thin in the summer. He had his father square jaw and almond shapped chocolatte brown eyes, his hair was a think dark red, that he tried to make it look messy, but it would always end up straighten out, covering his eyes (something their mother hated, and had, in more that one occasion, threaten to cut his bangs. James always got away though.). Everyone said that he was a perfect mixture of Harry ad Ginny. He always said that he had got the best of both.

"So you're just gonna leave us?" Rose asked.

James looked surprised. "I'm not gonna stay here and babysit you two. I actually have friends that are waiting for me. So if you'll excuse me," he did a little bow, "I'm gonna look for Sweets." With that he left.

"I can't believe him. Choosing strangers over family!" Rose crossed her arms and sulked, in a way only Rose seemed to be able to do.

"I'm a bit glad." Said Albus, strange relieved his brother was gone. His thoughts were starting to make sense again. "He kept insisting I'd end up in Slytherin."

"Well you're not, are you? No one in our family's been sorted out of Gryffindor."

"Victoire's a Ravenclaw." He reminded her.

"She's french, doesn't count."

"She's half french!" Albus frowned, he was never able to follow Roses thoughts, "And why doesn't she count? She's family!" before Rose could answere the compartment door opened. There stood a a small kid with tanned skin and dark hair.

"Umm…can I sit here?" he asked.

Rose froze. She stared at Albus with wide eyes. Yep, one thing you could say about Rose was that she lacks social skills. She hated meeting new people or making new friends, this hatred was mostly due to the fact that she never measseared the effort to be nice to people. She figured, why would she have to pretend to like some one if she has this huge family that has to love her uncoditinally? In her eyes she didn't need friends when she had truck loads of cousins.

Albus, on the other hand wouldn't mind to be placed in Slytherin if it meant beeing away from his family for a bit. Al loved his family, mind you, but sometimes they could be a bit overwhelming.

"Sure." Al smiled at the boy and immediately helped him with his trunk. Rose glared dagger of betrayl into her cousin, and when that had no effect she grabbed a book from her old beaded bag and sunk deep within the pages.

"I'm Florian, by the way, Florian de Santiago." Said the boy as he sat down beside Rose, across from Al. He made sure to put a lot of space between him and the bushy red-haired girl.

"Albus Potter. Is it your first year?"

"Yeah. I'm a bit nervous. Is it yours too?", Al nodded, Florian turned to Rose, "And what's your name?"

"I'm Rose Weasly. His cousin."she pointed to Albus without looking up from her book.

"So you're from wizarding families? How's that like? I bet you guys know all about magic. My folks aren't magical, you see, they're pretty ordinary."

"Muggle. Your parents are muggle." Rose spoke rudely, as if correcting him. Ah, yes, the finesse of being a Weasly.

Florian stared back at her as he tried to remember if he had said something wrong. "Right. Yeah, my folks are muggle. I haven't got used to that word..."

"Well, you should." She closed her book and stared back at him with her air of Know-it-all, Uncle Ron said she got it from her mother. "Because that's what they are. And you are a muggleborn wizard." She spoke as if she were acusing him of something.

Albus face-palmed. This was why she didn't have friends outside of the family circle. Al knew, after 11 years of being playmates, that Rose wasn't offending him but that's how it always sounded coming from her. Florian himself seemed unsure if she was mean or just ill manered.

"Is it a bad thing? Being muggleborn?" he asked, the traces of the smile he had just minutes ago all gone.

"No-"Albus started but was interrupted by Rose.

"Of course not! Why would you even say that?" she used the same tone of acusation.

"I don't know…just the way you said-"

"My mother is muggleborn and she was named one of the brightest witches in the world. She is Head of The Department of Magical Law Efforcement." She added with an air of supperiority.

Poor Florian seemed completely lost unknowing what was it that he said that made her mad at him. He looked at Albus and found an apologetic smile as he mouthed the word "crazy". Florian made sure to scooch farther from her.

As the sun setted on the horizon Albus gladly told Florian of his every day life in a wizarding family. Things he concidered trivial, such as floo traveling, baffled and fascinated the young man. And the same went for Albus impression of muggle life. Al became very interested in this little device Florian had with him called an Ipod, that was able to contain a large amount of music that Florian himself had picked, so that he could carry it around and listen to whatever music he wanted, whenever he wanted. Rose quickly interviened only to tell them that muggle tecnology didn't work at Hogwarts, and that it was a complete waste bringing the gadget with him.

Aside from Roses rather rude outburst and interventions, the two boy got along incredibly well. The main topic was, of course, Hogwarts. Albus told him everything he knew, which wasn't a lot…and probably most of it was made up by his brother to scare him, but Rose was always there to correct him when he was wrong. Just before the food trolley passed by, Victoire, Al's Ravenclaw cousin had passed by their compartment, making sure everythings fine and remiding them to get into their school robes, which they promptly obeyed – except for Rose who had changed to her robes before they even got on the train.

It was only after having bought almost half of the trolley that Rose started to warm up to the new kid by traiding chocolate frogs cards. "If you get Ronald Weasly, I'll trade anything for it!" she said, while opening one of the many chocolate frogs she bought.

"Weasly? Is he a relative?" Florian asked, looking over his cards.

"He's my dad. He told me that he's in Chocolate Frog Card, but we never found it. They're pretty rare apparently…" Rose opened another one stufing the chocolate in her mouth before it escaped and throwing the card away after seeing that it was another Dumbledore.

"Are you sure he wasn't just joking? Or is he really famous?" asked Florian while trying to catch his elusive chocolatte.

Rose arched her eyebrows and stuck her nose in the air "He fought In a war twenty years ago. Was a real hero, they says."

"Everyone that's our parent's age was in that war, Rose. I think he was joking about the Chocolate Frogs. " Al said, munching on his licorice wands, staying well away from the Chocolate Frog Cards.

"Says the boy who's father is in a card." Rose throwed a card to his face. Sure enough his father looked back at Albus from the card, smiling but looking very uncomfortable.

Harry James Potter

1980 – present

The Boy Who Lived, only known survivor of the Avada Kedavra curse and conqueror of Lord Voldemort, also known as Tom Riddle. Harry Potter joind the reshuffled Auror Department under Kingsley Shacklebolt at age 17, rising to become Head of said department in 2007.

"That's your dad? Lemme see!" Florian stretched his neck to se the card on Albus' hands, happily taking it when Al handed it to him. "Cool! 'Conqueror of Lord Voldemort' sounds impressive."

"It was during a war they call the Battle of Hogwart. Took place right on the Great Hall of the school, they say. Dad doesn't like to talk much about it. Neither does mum. She says we'll learn when we're older." Albus explained. He never asked about it to his dad, he knew it would only upset him. Lily and James asked a lot, though. Every year on Victoire's birthday they would ask one of the adults to tell them about the war. The story was vague and the answeres seemed always incomplete. The best time to ask was after the party, Uncle Ron had too many shots of firewhiskey, that was usually when they would get more information on what happened.

"Your mum was in the war too?" asked Florian, clearly interested to know more about it.

"Yeah, so was Rose's. Come to think of it…I think every adult in my family was at that war." Albus frowed, he never gad given much thought before. Goosebumps made their way up his spine at the thought of having the entire family in a battle field. He would never forget an illustration he had found in on of his dad's book about war. For a moment he replaced the nameless mamed bodies shown in the illustration by red headed, freckled faced people. He shook his head violently as if trying to physicaly throw the image out of his head.

Florian laughed, oblivius to what was going on Albus head. "You alright there, mate?"

Albus smiled sheapshly, and Rose cut in, her mouth covered in chocolate "He does that to mess his hair even more. He thinks it makes him look cool." She throwed him a smug look. Albus laughed more at the mess his cousin made of herself then of what she said, and Florian quickly joined in soon followed by Rose's giggles.