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I was nine when James got the letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He ran around the house, jumping and yelling as the envelope spoke the same message again and again.
"Mum! Dad! I am going to be a wizard!" He yelled.
That summer, Mum and Dad brought Lily and I along to Diagon Alley to get James all of his spell books and materials. His favorite thing to buy though, was his wand.
It was ten and a half inches long, with a Unicorn hair core and made of mahogany. He also received a black cat with bright green eyes, which he named Bartholomew. Bart, for short.
I watched that September, as Dad and him ran his cart into the pillar that said Platform Nine.
Mum took my hand and Lily's hand and lead us through.
A magnificent train was being boarded by wizards young and old. Mum and Dad saw their old friends, Neville and Luna Longbottom. They had a daughter, Delilah going to Hogwarts as a first year.
She was beautiful, with honey blonde hair and brown eyes. She was soft spoken, and a bit looney, like her mother, so I have been told. James immediately took notice of her.
They talked all the way onto the train and waved goodbye together as they departed into the night.
That was two years ago. James came home as a Gyriffindor, like our parents, with many wonderful tales of meeting Hagrid, the game keeper, Moaning Myrtle, who was a ghost in the bathroom, and many other people whom I had forgot.
Lily was nine at the time and I was eleven. She was intrigued by James' stories and couldn't wait to go. I on the other hand, was dreading the day I received the envelope from Hogwarts.
My name is Albus Severus Potter. Son of Harry and Ginny Potter. I never asked to be a wizard. I never asked to be the son of a prodigy.
No one really understands. I've tried explaining to Rose Weasley, who is my know it all cousin. Her parents are prodigies too. Hermione is one of the greatest spell casters ever to live. My Uncle Ron helped Hermione and my Father defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort back when they were at Hogwarts. Rose never had a problem though, because she was already amazing at spells. She was a natural genius.
I pretended to be excited in Diagon Alley. My mother and father bought me my spell books with James. He boasted about how he was a third year already, as he bought his more complicated spell books.
The one part I was intrigued by, was getting a wand.
Ollivander the wand maker gave my father and mother their wands. It's a legacy, I guess.
"The wand chooses you." Ollivander had told me.
He gave me a nine inch wand made of holly with a Pegasus hair core. I ended up setting another boy's hair on fire with it. Ollivander laughed and gave me another to try.
This one felt right in my hands.
It was twelve inches, made of birch with a Phoenix feather core.
"Try to make hat float!" Ollivander said in his thick accent.
I concentrated with all my might, and actually did make the hat levitate. I smiled to myself. Ollivander patted my head, and wrapped my wand. James slapped my back approvingly.
Mum also bought me my own snowy owl, which I named Blanchard.
Now, here I stand with my family in the muggle train station.
"Ready?" My father asks. I nod.
We get a running start with my cart and plunge into the pillar that says Platform Nine.
A new world opens up, and the Hogwarts train is in front of me.
"Al, if you get Slytherin, Mum and Dad will slit your throat!" James calls back to me. I gulp.
"Don't listen to him." My mum says from behind me. She pulls me into a hug.
"See you at Christmas, Albus. Don't cause too much trouble." She winks.
"I won't mum."
Lily grabs my hand quickly.
"You're gonna leave me with mum and dad, all alone?" She sniffles.
"Don't worry Lily, we will be back before you can say Hufflepuff." I kiss her head and give her a hug goodbye.
I leave them and walk side by side with my Dad.
"Dad, why is Slytherin so bad?" I ask.
"Slytherin isn't bad." My dad stops. "You are named after two headmasters of Hogwarts, Albus Severus. One of them was a Slytherin, and he was the bravest man I ever knew." He smiles down at me. "So, if you are sorted into Slytherin, a brave, excellent wizard will be awarded to Slytherin house. If you're really that worried, you can choose Gryffindor, the hat takes your opinion into consideration."
"Thanks dad." I smile.
"Harry!" I look up and see Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron. "Albus!" She calls.
"Hello." I greet them with hugs.
"They're so grown up." Uncle Ron pretends to wipe a tear. Rose hugs him.
"Rose, you better not get sorted into Slytherin." Ron says.
"Oh, honey. Don't listen to your father. We will be happy no matter what. Right Ronald?" Aunt Hermione says.
"Right." He mumbles.
"Harry Potter!" Another gruff voice calls out.
"Neville!" My father shakes the man's hand.
"Hello Neville." Hermione throws her arms around Mr. Longbottom.
"Luna! So good to see you!"
Next to Luna and Neville are two kids that look about my age. One is a boy, the other is a girl.
"Hello Carson. Hey Spencer." Rose says politely.
The girl looks at me.
"Albus, right?"
"Yes."
"Hi, I'm Spencer Longbottom." She greets me with a hug. "You're eyes are beautiful."
She is interesting. She looks delicate, and has long, mousy blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles. She wears radish earrings and a matching necklace. Her shoes are high and bright blue, and show under her robes.
"I'm Carson." The boy sticks out his hand.
"Hello."
He is probably Spencer's twin. He has identical blue eyes and blonde hair. He's slightly taller than her with a stronger build. He doesn't seem as looney as his siblings.
Our parents continue talking.
"What house do you want to be sorted into?" I ask awkwardly.
"Gyriffindor is always the best option." Carson answers.
"I like the sound of Hufflepuff." Spencer says in her light voice. "But, Gryffindor is what I would like."
"Who are they?" Rose asks, pointing to a set of twins on the other side of the platform.
They both have white hair and brown eyes. Their eyes are squinted menacingly at us.
"Those are Draco Malfoy's children." My father says.
Your Aunt, Uncle, and I saved him from burning to death once.
"Punching him in the face second year was he best decision I ever made." Aunt Hermione mumbles. Uncle Ron smiles.
"Be nice to them." Luna says airily.
The train whistle blows loudly.
I feel a tug on my hair, and whip around.
"James!" I groan.
Delilah stands next to him, smiling.
"Your eyes are beautiful, Albus." She says sweetly.
"Thanks."
"We better board the train." Delilah says. "It would be a pity to miss the train."
Spencer, Carson, Rose, and I board the train after James and Delilah.
We all sit in a booth and Delilah and James lead the conversation.
"Oh, you're going to have so much fun!" Delilah beams. James smiles at her.
"Look, I only come for the food." James jokes. Delilah smiles at him.
The train begins to move and we all run to the window to wave to our parents, that keep shrinking in the distance.
"Goodbye." I whisper.
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