Because Albus may be an ambitious, conniving Slytherin, but he still underestimates himself.
"They asked me," Albus said quietly. He was still in shock. He'd been saying that over and over again the past three days. To Hanna, to Rose, to his Mum, to anyone who would listen, really. "I thought they were going to ask Teddy," he said, just like always. Sure, this had always been his plan, but…
It was almost nice not to hear the instant rebuttal of "Of course they asked you, Al. Why are you upset?"
His dad always understood these things.
"They want me to be Head Auror," Albus mused softly. Night arrived, oblivious to his contemplation.
So, as I said before, this is in 2042 so Albus is 26.
Updates may be a little light for the next few weeks. I'm doing this thing called NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) which means I'll be spending all of November writing a novel. If you guys are curious, look it up. I encourage you to do it. It's really fun! Anyway, I probably won't be writing any fanfiction in November. However, I do have a couple of oneshots saved up, so I probably will post a couple throughout November.
If not, see you on the other side ;)
Hope you enjoyed! Let me know!
~writergal24