Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (how it should have been)
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Chapter Two
HARRY AND GINNY COLLAPSED ONTO the couch. It had been a long day for both of them. Not only had they gone to Kings Cross, but Harry, being the head of the Auror Office, had the usual slam of work. Ginny, being on the international all women's Quidditch team known as the Hollyhead Harpies, had a hard days training.
"Sherlock?" Asked Harry. Ginny nodded tiredly, and Harry put on the muggle show the family had gotten addicted to.
As the credits started up, Harry stretched, put his arm around Ginny, and checked the old, battered golden watch on his wrist. It had little moving planets instead of hands.
"They should just now be arriving for the sorting." Harry said.
Ginny looked up at him, "are you worried?"
Harry shook his head. "They'll be fine. Well, Albus was worried. But I've talked to him. plus, it can't be worse than our first years."
Ginny grinned "yeah, you went through a magic obstacle course to fight Voldemort, and I was possessed by Tom riddle, and killed chickens and paralyzed people."
Harry laughed. "Filches cat!"
He received a light chuckle in return. "How was practice?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Oh, you know. The usual. We did amazing and still the coach finds some way we could improve. Honestly, she's worse than Wood!"
Harry laughed. "No ones worse than Wood. Trust me, you've only heard stories about him, but he left before you came in."
"Oh well. Anyways, I don't see why you won't try pro Quidditch. Charlie could have played for England, and you're twice as good as he is."
"Maybe I will some day" Harry replied.
"And how was work? Anything interesting?" Ginny asked.
Harry held up his hand. "Wait, they might be telling us how he survived the jump!"
They watched until the commercials, then Harry answered her.
"We got an owl from Durmstrang. A wall that they knew, or thought they knew, couldn't be destroyed was found blown apart. They found it surrounded by dark magic."
"Wasn't that the wall that Krum says had The Hallows sign carved into it?"
"Yeah. Apparently Grindlewald put it there, so people there hate it. And the school teaches dark magic, so it was most likely a student who did it, but they want us to look into it anyway."
The show started up again. Before the two lapsed into silence, Ginny placed a gentle kiss on Harry's cheek, and whispered something in his ear. He smiled, and the two curled up together, happy.
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There was a collective gasp of awe as the first years drank in the sight before them.
Albus found that a feeling of belonging was rising within him. It was so strong it drowned out everything else. He felt like he was about to enter into an old house of his that he hasn't seen in years, but was full of memories of happier times. It was a strange feeling, too, as he had never been to Hogwarts, had no clue what it was like, or how he would fit in.
"Alrigh' now," Hagrid said, making them jump, "no mor'n four to a boat."
They looked around and saw a small fleet of rowboats on the water that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Albus noticed that they had no ores
"We're. . . We're crossing the lake?" Asked a mousy haired kid.
"Welcome to Hogwarts" said Hagrid. "Now get a move on. I'm getting pretty hungry meself."
They slowly climbed into the boats. Hagrid, Rose, and the mousy haired kid got in a boat. Albus Climbed into one with two terrified looking first years. He could tell they were muggle born. One was fumbling with an iPod, frowning at it. "I swear it was at 90% on the train." Albus heard him say.
The boat rocked slightly, and Albus turned to see the pale boy from the train climbing in behind him. The boy eyed Albus nervously as he sat down across from him.
Feeling he needed to say something, Albus smiled shyly and said "hi, I'm Albus. I'm, um, I'm sorry about what happened on the train."
The boy look surprised. "Y-you are?" He asked.
"Yeah, you weren't hurting anyone, and you seemed lonely" replied Albus. The boy gave a quick, small smile. Albus stretched out his hand. "I'm Albus Potter" He said.
"I know," said the boy. Taking the hand, "I'm Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy."
His voice, Albus noticed, was slightly higher than one would have expected. His face was pale and pointed in a cute sort of way. He had short, white-blonde hair, and grey eyes. Not cold grey, like winter, but more like a cloudy spring rain grey.
With a lurch, the boats began to soar across the lake. Scorpius, not prepared for it, was thrown backwards, and Albus had to reach out and grab his robes to keep him from falling into the glinting obsidian mass beneath them.
"Thanks!" He gasped, then "what house do you think you'll be sorted into?"
"Dunno, do I? I mean, it could be any if them. Even Slytherin." Answered Albus.
"I hope I'm not in Slytherin." Snarled Scorpius. Albus was taken aback. "But, hasn't your whole family been in Slytherin?"
"Yeah, but father taught me that greed looses a person everything, and that "Pure Blood" doesn't mean better, and greed and high blood status are, in my opinion, what Slytherin represents."
This did not add up with what Albus knew about Draco, who was Scorpius's father. Scorpius seemed to read his gaze. "After the Battle of Hogwarts, father realized how wrong his thinking was. He raised me with good principles."
Albus sat in silence for a moment. This was not what he had expected, and was better than anything he could have hoped for. An unlikely friend with good judgment.
He gazed up at the castle, which was growing to an impossible size. They were almost there.
Looking around, Albus saw that the muggleborns next to him seemed to have forgotten their terror, caught up in the moment of awe as Hogwarts drew nearer and nearer.
It was two Quidditch fields away. Albus could see hundreds of owls swooping into a tower on the right.
It was 1 and 1/2 fields away. There was a dark forest in the distance, with a small hut out on the edge. "Hagrid must live there," Albus thought, "I mustn't forget that he's invited me for tea."
Half a field to go. People around him were muttering. Pointing. Albus looked and saw that they were heading right for a cliff! His breath caught in his throat. They were going to crash!
The group held its breath as the boats sped closer and closer to the cliff. There were some people preparing to jump off the boats and into the water, if it came to that.
But at the last second, the shadows on the rocks ahead seemed to melt, and the boats were drifting down a torchlit tunnel. They reached the end, and stopped. There was a rocky, small shore, and a wooden door set into the cave wall.
"Right, everyone out" Called Hagrid.
The boats emptied, and Hagrid walked over to the door and gave it two booming knocks.
The new students stared in wonder at the door. The silence amongst them was so absolute that you could hear the distant hooting of owls. Surprisingly, not one sound could be heard from behind the door before them. The door with a doorknob that had started to turn. . . .
Hey guy! I hope you, my gentle viewer, enjoyed this chapter. If all goes according to plan, then this will have been posted way sooner than I originally intended (I meant to publish one chapter a week). I have already received questions about shippage that may or may not occur in this fanfic. To answer those questions (yes, I respond to those reviews you leave and PM's you send), I say this: I will dabble with different ships throughout the fanfic. Your favorite may or may not occur, but since I'm a huge fanboy, you most likely will see yours show up.
Please share and review (or don't. It's not like the Cylons will come back and nuke us unless you do). I will try to post chapter 3 soon. If I keep going at this pace, you may have 5-7 new chapters to read by Monday.