Everyone aged one year, and almost everything stayed the same. Albus is in his second year in Hogwarts. He is still miserable at school, he is isolating himself from students and is uncooperative in lessons. The only thing Albus can rely on is Scorpius his best friend. But there is something that Albus worries about for a long time. That frightens him a lot. Something he can not tell anyone. His horrific nightmares. The day after the Sorting he has had his first one. A shadow of creature pointing at him within mid-air surrounded with fogg. But this was not the only time he has had this nightmare. This creature visited him everynight, every time he closed his eyes. It seems like this creature lives inside his head, giving always a cold feeling. But nightmare after nightmare the creature seemd to move towards Albus and seemed to clear through the fogg, it seemed to live.
But the nightmare he has had on this day was the strangest of all. It was the first time the creature moved. It moved water-like, however it could not move straight ahead. Albus felt like it was miles away but as it started speaking for the first time it seemed to be in front of him
"Albus Severus Potter"
He became rigid hearing this bitterly cold voice, he wants the fierce cold voice to stop but it does not.
"Having too much light all around your place, is not pleasant to see one your face,
going a path you know you can not offend, because the last enemy is the very end,
After I have defeated every element on earth and cursed, the fight against the very first
and stayed on your face like a suture, because I am your present was your past and will be your future.
I WILL RISE!"
After that he saw the most obscure face he has ever seen in his life. The one with so much deadniss. The one he can never compare or explain. The one that was Voldemorts.
Suddenly he jumps out of his bed landing on the floor and waking up everyone.
"What is the matter," Scorpius asks very worried.
"I need to talk to you."
He takes him to a place where they are on their own. The dungeons.
"Have you ever had the same dream more than once. Or is that normal for a human dreaming the same dream more than once."
"Firstly no I had not . And Secondly it is impossible for a human being dreaming same dreams often. Why do you ask?"
"I have been having the same nightmare for a year by now..."
He tells Scorpius everything he needs to know. And the deeper they get into their conversation the more silence enters them.
"And this night it was much stranger. I do not know how to call it this poem or riddle , it scared me, this creature talked directly to me it knew my name." Albus sounds confused and frightenend at the same time.
"Albus I think the nightmares you actually have might be visions."
Albus runs cold at the idea of having visions.
"It is not that unthinkable, your dad had some of these as well. And he made it to..."
Horrific screeming people and loud voices interrupted their talk. They follow these bitterly loud screemings that lead them to the girls' bathroom. Many people block their view
"What has happened..." Scropius starts worrying.
"Bathilda Blogspot has drowned herself while taking a bath." She starts crying.
"She was my best friend. But why did she do that? Have I been mean to her? Why did that happen?"
Albus wonders another time why Hogwarts has always to be a place of horror.
"Albus we need to talk to Professor Mc Gonagall."
Both of them descending the staircases to her office, full of desperation, confusion and darkenend faces.
"Professor Mc Gonagall we need to talk to you..." Albus starts but he does not know how to end.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy. I exist to serve. What can I do for you?"
He told Professor Mc Gonagall what he told Scorpius as well.
"'Just because it is happening inside your head, who says it is not real.' Dumbledore was a really wise man" she quotes him so peacefully as if Dumbledore himself had said it in front of them.
"So what am I supposed to do now. I am defendless while I am sleeping."
"Actually I have no idea. But if there is something that I can suggest you, then it is the power of love..."
He looks quite more confused now.
"How in Dumbledores sake should that help me now, am I supposed to love my opponents?"
"I told you once, that I hate it being interrupted..."
He admitts his mistake "I am sorry"
"You are supposed to keep love going, because the evil does not know how powerful love can be -as your father experienced its immensity of power- and the evil will never have the opportunity to experience its power. As we know it we should make it to our weapon against the darkness, as the evil uses hatered against light."
Albus looks less confused but more desperate.
" I am supposed to love everyone even though everyone hates me?"
"Albus, there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world. Perfection is beyond the reach of humankind, beyond the reach of magic, as it is with love. In every shining moment of happiness is that little drop of poison: the knwoledge that pain will come again. Believe me pain will come. Without pain there can not be happiness. Be honest to those you love, show your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe. That is all I can offer you tonight. Let your hearts be as pure as light is in sunrise but let them never darken is it does at sunset. And now in your beds tomorrow is Christmas Eve."
On Christmas Eve everyone is gathered in their familys including the Potters.
"James stop teasing your sister. She is about to cry," his mother almost shouts at him.
"I am not doing anything I am just staring at her," he says innocently.
"Whatever you do stop it," he stops.
Harry calls everyone to gather around.
"I have something for each of you. Lilly you get fairy wings, may you be successfull with those my little princess."
"Oh my godness they are beautifull. Can I fly with them?"
"If you believe in them then you will fly. James you get my Invisibility Cloak, use it wisely, and abuse it. Albus you get- Albus... where are you?"
He stands up and walks towards his room.
"Why didn't you come it is Christmas Eve and I have something for you..."
"Listen Dad. I have quite a lot of packing to do, and you undoubtedly have Ministry work coming out of your ears so..."
" Albus I want you to have my first wand. It meant a lot to me. I thought a lot about what to give you this year. You are fourteen years old now. I wanted to give you something that meant something. This is the last thing that is left from my time in Hogwarts."
"Dad? Fairy Wings make sense, Invisibility Cloaks make also sense- but this really?"
Harry slightly heartbroken. He looks at his son desperate to reach out.
"Do you want a packing hand? I always loved packing. It meant that I was leaving Privet Drive"
"Dad I was told to be honest to those I love. For you it is the greatest place on earth. I know the poor orphan, bulied by his aunt and uncle..."
"Albus I don not want to talk about..."
"Traumatised by his new discovery of being a wizard. I know it. Bla, bla, bla"
"I am not going to rise at your bait"
"The poor orphan who went to save us all. How greatfull we are for your heroism. How many people died for the boy who lived?"
"Albus please you know , I have never wanted gartitude."
"What did you think after you giving me that old broken wand. It has always been about you. But what concerns me is unnecessary. There are things that creep the hell out of me."
One can read out of Harrys face how heartbroken he is. But he finally loses his temper.
"You know what? I am done with being made responsible for your unhappiness. You have been told to be honest to those you love. I doubt that you ever loved me. At least you have got a dad because I did not."
Albus finally losing his temper as well.
"And you think that was unlucky? Well I do not."
And then his father full of desperation.
"You wish me dead?"
"No, I just wish you were not my dad!"
"Well there are times I wish you were not my son as well"
There is silence Albus nods. And Harry realises what he said.
" No I did not mean it"
"Yes you did. And honestly I do not blame you. So no luck nor love for me this year."
Albus leaves his room and looks as cold as Harry feels heartbroken.