Epilogue
"Interloper!" The boy jumped. It was one of the portraits. An ugly one, painted in greytone. "Wait! You - boy - what's your name? Who's Harry Potter to you?"
"Uh." He decided it was better to tell the truth. "Al Potter. Albus Potter," he replied, "Harry Potter is my father."
"Albus?" The portrait laughed horribly. "Albus Potter?"
"I'm extremely honoured to have Harry name his son after me," another portrait spoke up. It was a colourful picture of an old man. Some of the colours were, in fact, downright bizarre. The old man winked at the boy.
"That idiotic boy truly is more idiotic than I can ever imagine!" Thundered the ugly portrait.
"Now then, Severus, don't scare the child."
"But that's also my name! I'm Albus Severus Potter." The boy gazed at the two portraits in wonder. Were these the two headmasters his father had told him about?
The ugly portrait did not look pleased. It stared at the boy appraisingly. Finally it said cryptically, "This is a powerful magic."
"All right, time to go, Al Potter," The colourful portrait said cheerfully, "otherwise we'll have to report you."
As the boy walked down the staircase, he heard the portraits discuss him, but he could not make out what they were saying.