"James! James! James!" cried Albus. Groggily James looked up. "Albus, Malfoy is after your blood. He said he is..." James slumped forward unconcious. Albus wondered if the train ride would ever end. "Howard help me bring James to our carriage. Rose get Professor Longbottom." Rose nodded and scurried off. Albus looked at Howard then nodded. They lifted James up and carried him to their carriage. "Your brother is so heavy." panted Howard. Albus grimaced in agreement. They finally arrived in their carriage. They carefully placed James down and waited impatiently for Rose to arrive. "What's going on?" Professor Longbottom cried. Albus motioned for him to sit down. Howard closed the door to the carriage and Albus began from the beginning. "And so now James is unconcious and I don't know why. What history is going to be replayed?" Suddenly Professor Longbottom remembered something that happened long ago. "Hasn't your father ever told you about his past?" he asked curiously. Albus shook his head. "He might've but I've forgotten." Professor Longbottom opened his mouth to begin the story but suddenly a puzzled expression came across his face. "I think I've forgotten too. This is strange. Very strange." Then he left the carriage. Albus looked at the others. "Why are we forgetting the past?" asked Rose. "Something, or someone, doesn't want us to remember my dad's past." Albus looked at Howard who shrugged. "James is the only person who remembers the past. He hasn't been affected by the memory charm." The train came to a stop and Albus said quietly "The Malfoy's. The Malfoy's are up to something." Rose looked alarmed and Howard shook his head vigorously. "Not the Malfoy's." Rose said "The, Malfoys would never do anthing stupid. Not since what happened to your dad."
"I can't remember what happened to my dad, Rose. And any way wouldn't you think because they are so poor that they'd want revenge?" Rose and Howard both shook their heads again. The train was slowing to a stop. Albus couldn't help thinking his friends were wrong. As he walked onto the platform he spotted James with his friend John. "James your okay." screamed Albus delighted. "Yeah Al, but something's wrong something is really wrong." Albus had never seen James so serious in his life. Howard and Rose caught up to him and they boarded the boats that would lead them to the great hall. The boats seated four people and another girl with reddy-brown hair and hand-me-down robes entered their boats. She didn't speak so the others ignored her. As they drew closer to the Great Hall Albus noticed that Hagrid was missing. His father had told him that Hagrid always took the first years to the Great Hall. As Albus looked around for him the boat nudged the shore telling him it was time to get off. As soon as the boat had stopped moving the girl with reddy-brown hair stalked off. Albus walked into the Great Hall and looked down at where a cluster of students were laughing and pointing. In the centre were Scorpius and... the girl! "Look at her. She is so poor. Must be a Wright. No-one is as poor as them." As Albus watched the children laugh and jeer at the girl and anger blew up inside of him. "Leave her alone Scorpius!" Scorpius smirked "That all you got Potter?" He spat the last word out. Albus turned away but not before he got a good look at the girl. She wanted to be his friend. He could see that but what he could't see was that she was deeply in love with him. Howard walked up to her and said "Come with us" The girl smiled great fully at him. Albus thought he saw a hint of jealously in Rose's face. "What's your-" Albus was stopped in mid-sentence as a teacher with her grey hair tight bun and a stern face walked in to the Great Hall. She was none other than Professor McGonagall. She smiled at everyone. Then said briskly "Come with me to get you sorted." Albus was excited. Then Professor McGonagall placed an old, beaten and burnt smelling hat on a chair. And the sorting began.
Harry propped himself up on the pillows and thought. He had never experienenced a memory charm. He smiled slightly as he remembered an incident that happened in his second grade involving memory charms. But his smile soon vanished. He had to remember what he was forgetting. He needed to so he could save Albus. He had a bad feeling that Albus was in danger. As he looked out the window and saw Lily and Howard playing outside Harry realized that his whole family was in danger. He had written to the teachers at Hogwarts and all of them had forgotten about what had happened to Harry. Harry had asked Neville if his son remembered. He was so sure that he would. Howard was born on the day Voldemort was defeated and so his memory wouldn't be affected. But Harry forgot this and halfway through the letter to Neville he threw it out because he forgot why he was writing. Harry realised that he would have to go back and live with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon and retrace his steps beginning the day he turned eleven if he ever wanted to remember his past. He smiled grimly at the thought of returning to his aunt and uncle's. They wouldn't be happy to see him. He wondered if they would even let him in. There was only one way to find out. He began to write them a letter...