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(Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Chapter 37 Epilogue: Nineteen Years Later… near the ending, last page.)

"Why are they all staring?" demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students.

"Don't let it worry you," said Ron. "It's me, I'm extremely famous."

Albus, Rose, Hugo, and Lily laughed. The train began to move, and Harry walked alongside it, watching his son's thin face, already ablaze with excitement. Harry kept smiling and waving, even though it was like a little bereavement, watching his son glide away from him...

The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry's hand was still raised in farewell.

Hogwarts: The Next Generation

Albus Severus sighed once his father was no longer in view. The train was now moving onward, toward Hogwarts. Every second bringing him closer to his future. He was excited, but then again, he was also nervous. What if he didn't fit in?

What if he ended up in Hufflepuff? Now that he had sufficient time to think about it, and his father's reassurances, he realized that Slytherin was not the House to worry about. It was Hufflepuff. The name just sounded so mundane and flowery. No one seemed to find the Hufflepuffs a threat or even remotely interesting. Who'd want to be known as a puff? It was just… too - not girly - just not tough enough.

There was nudge against his right shoulder, and he turned to see James smirking at him. He didn't like that smirk. It usually meant something bad.

"Stop worrying. You aren't Hufflepuff material. Believe me."

He really wanted to, but the terror seized him instantly. What if he wasn't chosen at all? What if he was sent home because there was no way to determine which House could be sorted into? He'd be a laughing-stock!

Albus gripped his seat tightly. He usually wasn't so full of angst, but today was a trying day in his life, and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of anyone.

How could Rose be so calm. Was she not worried? She looked perfectly at peace. Did she just not care? Or maybe she already had an idea of where she was to be sorted. Albus wished that he had her confidence.

That was all well and good for her, but Albus was completely going mad. He fit the requirements for every House, and he really didn't want Hufflepuff. Though he'd even take the puffs so long as he at least had a place at Hogwarts. Some things were worth enduring.

James nudged his shoulder again, and he glanced over in apprehension, only to have a bright red lolly shoved in his face.

"Here," his older brother stated. "The trolley came by, but you were so busy going bonkers, you didn't notice anything."

Albus gratefully accepted the offering, looking it over critically. He needed to make sure that James hadn't tampered with it. He did things like that from time to time.

Once it was deemed acceptable for consumption, he unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth. He'd always been a fan of Blood Pops. There was no real reason as to why, he just liked them.

Rose pulled the leg of her Chocolate Frog off and took a bite. She handed him the famous witch or wizard car, knowing that he had an extensive collection. And she just gave him one that he had never seen before!

Severus T. Snape

Modern

(born- Jan. 9th 1960. died- May 28th 1998.)

Former Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Former Head of Slytherin House.

Former DADA and Potions professor.

Known for assisting in the ultimate defeat of the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort in 1998, for the creation of the Instantaneous Effect Wolfsbane Potion(a variation of Damocles' discovery that is easier to brew and takes effect immediately upon ingestion) and for being a pillar of understanding for the students who needed to talk about unsavory home life.

Harry Potter(Boy-Who-Lived) has been cited, saying this about him, "He was the bravest man I ever knew." Subsequently, he named his second son after Severus Snape as well.

Albus stared at the dark man in the frame, black robes, black hair, a sallow complexion, and a hooked nose. He was frowning, and his dark bistre eyes seemed to stare into Albus's soul. He felt a shiver run down his spine. This was the Slytherin man his father named him for? What could he have done to gain dad's respect?

Why was dad even mentioned? And what did 'Boy-Who-Lived' mean? He inquired aloud and both Rose and James shrugged. Although, he could tell by the look on his face, that James knew the answer. If so, then why did he lie?

The time passed with all three children eating their way through loads upon loads of sweets. Until Rose decided to be the mature one and declare that they all had enough and that they shouldn't spoil their upcoming dinner.

Albus returned to his worrying. Before he could begin to detail anything, Rose shoved a heavy book into his hands.

"Read it. Maybe you'll feel better."

He smiled gratefully and opened up to the first page, immersing himself within Hogwarts: A History.

Rose' copy already had notes written inside, and he found himself flipping between pages to see continuations, similar arguments, and cross references.

He didn't know how long he sat in the same position, but when James had finally nabbed his attention once again, it was dark outside. He was halfway finished.

"We should get changed. We'll arrive in half an hour," James suggested, grabbing his carry on trunk from the rack over their heads.

Albus looked out the window, only to be confronted with darkness against a black lake. Various shadows of trees were lining the shore.

"How can you tell?" Albus asked in confusion.

James shrugged, "That's the Black Lake. It's the only lake around here. Anyway, the older years determined that when you see the small island with the cluster of trees, the train is half an hour away from the station, and they are correct."

Rose cooed and clapped her hands together. "I read that there's a colony of Merpeople living within, along with a Giant Squid and Grindylows!"

James laughed at the face Albus made at the mention of the squid. Albus didn't like squid.

The first year huffed, "Stop laughing! I don't laugh at your fear of spiders!"

James' humor disappeared, and he was suddenly pensive. "I do not fear spiders."

Rose scoffed, "Of course you don't. You just screamed and jumped onto the chair, because you were testing how sturdy the wood was. That had nothing to do with fear."

The cousins snickered at the older boy's expense, making him flush.

"Clothes, now!" James said firmly, before grabbing his things and leaving the compartment.

Rose and Albus shared an amused look as they gathered their own clothing.

"Lock the door while we wait, just to be sure," Albus ordered before stepping into the corridor and firmly sliding the door shut. He heard it click. James was leaning on the wall to the left of the compartment and a look around showed that the corridor was filled with males all waiting outside their own compartments. It must be a tradition, and of course, the ladies always go first.

Ten minutes later, everyone switched places. Seriously, did all the girls plan to take so long? Why did it take so long for them to change clothes? Though Albus did notice that Rose had changed her hair style. Why did she have to do it? Should he do his own hair?

He and James obviously didn't take as long. Though James did run a comb through his dark hair so that it didn't look as disheveled. It was pretty tame compared to other days.

They reached Hogsmeade Station a few moments later, and the first years were directed by the prefects to follow the 'big man'. James waved them on and wished them luck.

Rose gripped Albus' hand, her trepidation finally noticeable. Albus was relieved to learn that he wasn't the only person feeling an attack of nerves. He tightened his hold on his cousin's hand as they walked. They at least had each other in this.

The 'big man' was named Rubeus Hagrid, and he was a good friend of dad, Aunt Mione, and Uncle Ron. He was also a half giant, which explained his height. According to dad, he was the kindest soul one could ever possibly meet, and Albus was encouraged to befriend him. Also, he, Rose, and James had been invited for tea the following Saturday.

The lights from the station illuminated Hagrid's form a little. He was around eleven feet tall at least with black hair and a black beard. Both were streaked with silver however, showing his age. He had dark beady eyes which twinkled in the light, and he had smile and laugh lines. He also favored a large brown coat and was holding a fire lit lantern.

"Firs' years! Firs' years, over here!" the large man called, waving his free hand in a 'come hither' fashion.

The children all gathered and waited for further instruction. Albus looked around curiously at all the new faces. There was all manner of children from redheads, to Asians and two twin girls that he'd swear were Indian. Judging by their coppery colored skin and long silky black hair, he'd guess that they were related to the Patil Family. Aunt Mione had nothing but praise for her old friends Parvati and Padma. And her bedtime stories about dad's failed dancing with Parvati were always a favorite.

Albus' eyes locked onto a boy with really bright, platinum, blonde hair. He was standing taller than everybody else, looking proud. From Uncle Ron's description, he had to be a Malfoy. Though he didn't look like a 'poncy git' to Albus. Maybe Uncle Ron was wrong about Malfoys.

"Yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts is coming up around the bend!" Hagrid announced as they walked the dark path.

A few feet later with a mild turn and a chorus of 'Ohhhhhh,' rang through the group of children.

They were at the mouth of the Black Lake. On the other side was a large cliff face with a stone staircase leading from the small boathouse, to the large castle resting atop the small mountain. Even in the darkness, Albus could make out the lights flickering inside the building. It was spectacular, with battlements and turrets. Was that a viaduct? Dear Merlin, is was amazing.

"No wonder there are no paintings of it," he found himself muttering. "They want the first years to get the full effect all at once."

Rose nodded minutely, still mute.

Hagrid gave an order for only four to a boat, drawing Albus' attention from the grand structure above them, to the floating wooden vessels resting on the water.

He and Rose shared with the Patil twins. The boats set off across the water, propelled by magic. Hagrid had his own boat.

The ride was smooth. The trip from the boathouse to the entrance of the castle was a necessary evil fraught with far too many steps. He was out of breath, and he wasn't even out of shape!

Hagrid double checked to make sure everyone was accounted for, before raising a large fist and rapping on the double doors three times. They creaked open magically, to reveal a tall man with dirty blond hair dressed in light blue dress robes. A closer looked revealed him to be Neville Longbottom. Mum and dad's old school friend who visited every now and then. He was also the one mum had told James to give 'love' to. He was pretty cool.

"Here are the firs' years, Professor Longbottom."

The man smiled, "Thank you, Professor Hagrid, I'll handle them from here."

Hagrid nodded and bade the children a farewell, before entering the castle quickly.

Professor Longbottom led the children into a separate antechamber off from the entrance hall. He turned and cleared his throat in a way that demanded silence.

"Good evening to you all. I am Professor Longbottom, and I teach Herbology. I am also the Deputy Headmaster and Head of Gryffindor House. Should you ever need a willing ear, my office is always open to you.

"Now, I'd like to welcome you to Hogwarts. In a few moments, you will enter the Great Hall and be sorted into one of the four Houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin."

Albus' heart leapt about wildly in his chest.

While in attendance, your House is like your family. As a cohesive unit, you will work together to uphold the nobility and memory of your House Founders. Success and good deeds earn you points. Get caught rule-breaking, and you will lose points. Points are gathered until the end-of-the-year banquet where the House with the most is awarded the House Cup, which is an honor, I assure you.

The start-of-term banquet will begin momentarily. Please take this time to straighten yourselves up. First impressions are everything. I will return for you when we are ready, please wait quietly."

The children all watched as he strode away and began fiddling with their robes and hair.

Rose hastily pulled a small comb through her pin straight locks. Albus had to marvel at wherever she managed to hide it. He also didn't know why she bothered. There was no way for the curtain of red to get any straighter. Albus' black hair framed his face easily and he never had to worry about it being messy. Not like James' hair. He was presentable and his robes were smart.

"Do I look okay?" Rose asked with obvious concern.

Albus nodded, "Yes, you look the same as usual."

"I just was to be in shipshape."

The boy shrugged, "Do I look okay?"

"Perfect."

Rose looked around and jumped back, bumping into Albus and causing him to nearly fall over.

"Ghosts," she breathed.

True enough, the antechamber was now filled with silvery figures that were transparent. They floated above the heads of the new students, some calling out cheerful greetings.

Rose stiffened by his side, and he turned fast enough to see her literally whipping out her wand and saying rather quickly, "Protego!"

A blue form of light appeared around them and a loud splash sounded through the antechamber. Several students moaned.

The blue faded, and both cousins could see that some of the other students were covered in water. Above them, cackling madly was another ghost?

"That's Peeves," Rose explained. "He's a poltergeist."

Albus' head whipped around, and he gaped at her. "How did you know the shield charm? That's advanced! Most grown witches and wizards can't even do a proper one!"

Rose flushed instantly and looked sheepish. "I got my wand early this summer, and your home was where I practised. The Black Ancestral Home is warded against Ministry detection. I thought you knew."

Albus shook himself and nodded, "I do. I just didn't think that you did."

"I could teach it to you! Dad tells me that mum was the one to know all sorts of spells that first years didn't know when they went here. I'll help you. I promise!"

Albus sighed, "I guess. I'm just really shocked, because that's said to be difficult, and we haven't even started the school year yet."

She laughed uncomfortably and shifted from foot to foot.

Professor Longbottom returned, saving her from any further embarrassment.

"We're ready now. Please, follow me."

And so the collective group of wet and dry children followed him through some more doors, finally leaving the antechamber behind.

Before them were two large doors, and they opened automatically, allowing them to finally see the inside of the infamous 'Great Hall'. There were gasps and smiles. Some pointed, others giggled.

The ceiling was bewitched to resemble the sky outside. It was a piece of information in Hogwarts: A History, chapter one. There were thousands upon thousands of floating candles above them. Before them were four tables, the House Tables. Each had certain flags hanging above them. At the end of the hall was a large table, resting perpendicular to the other four. All the seats were taken.

They followed Professor Longbottom down the center aisle and stopping along the landing in front of the Head Table. There was a wooden stool and a brown hat.

Professor Longbottom held a long scroll in his hands and picked the hat up. It was worn and obviously old.

The seam at the top split apart in the vague impression of a mouth and the hat… began to sing.

I'm older than your parents,

I know everything, you see,

I can sort each and every one of you,

And put you where you are meant to be.

As far as headwear goes,

I'm know that I'm the best,

Because I can rhyme and sing and jaunty tune,

Unlike all the rest.

Once on your head, I can tell,

Which house to put you in,

For all your secrets become my own,

You cannot hide what's within.

A Gryffindor will be courageous,

Brave and noble 'til the very end,

Perhaps this is where you are meant to be,

Where chivalry and nerve are your friend.

Hufflepuff is for those,

Who stay loyal and true,

Those who toil in feisty mindset,

Are patient through and through.

If you value your intellect,

Quite far above the rest,

The wit and logic of Ravenclaw,

Will surely be what's best.

Slytherin is the Hogwarts House,

That deals with the cunning and sly,

Doing what you can in order to thrive,

Is the only way to survive.

So come along and put me on,

My time is growing thin,

Your future and life are waiting for you,

Now the sorting may begin.

The hall erupted into loud cheers, students were whistling.

Rose and Albus shared a look. Not that the song wasn't good, but it was just unnerving to learn that the magic hat would see everything in their heads.

Professor Longbottom cleared his throat as the cheering died away and said, "I shall call your name, and you will come up to be sorted, then depart to your House Table.

"Abbott, Andrew!"

A small boy with excessive freckles plopped onto the stool and after a few seconds, the hat's seam split as it yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Bletchley, Burnadette!"

Short drown hair that stuck up in every direction and a deep tan. She looked sort of scary too.

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Bones, Amelia!"

The young girl had long auburn hair, pulled back into a braid.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Bulstrode, Violetta!"

Another girl, with a round face and short black hair sat on the stool next.

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Burns, Benedict!"

This boy had spiky black hair. He must have used a whole bottle of gel.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Creevey, Ignatius!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Creevey Winifred!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The brother and sister almost looked identical, except for their height difference.

"Davis, Millicent!"

This girl was lanky and blonde. She made Slytherin, along with her brother Horace.

"Dogworth, Penelope!"

This next girl resembled what the muggles believed pixies looked like. Dainty with fair skin and dark hair.

"RAVENCLAW!"

Finally, a Ravenclaw.

"Dursley, Dunstan!"

Albus gasped, caching Rose' attention.

"What is it?" she whispered.

"Dad's muggle relatives were named Dursley."

Her blue eyes went wide, and she surveyed the boy on the stool more closely.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"We'll have to find out later," he mumbled in her ear. She nodded.

"Finch-Fletchley, Ernest!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Gables, Cassiopeia!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

A few more names. Two more Slytherins. two more Gryffindors, a Hufflepuff, and another Ravenclaw.

"MacMillan, Tavin!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Malfoy, Scorpius!"

The hat didn't even touch his head before yelling out, "SLYTHERIN!"

"Weird," Rose whispered. He nodded his agreement.

The Parkinson girl went to Slytherin also. The Patils were split up among Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, much like the other two were. Albus found that intriguing.

"Nott, Ignatius!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

And then came the moment where his heart sank into his stomach and he felt nauseated.

"Potter, Albus!"

With a helpful nudge from his cousin, he traipsed on up to the stool and sat nervously, hands fisting in his robes. The hat was placed over his head an all he saw was darkness.

"Hmmm…. it's been a while since I've seen a mind like yours," a deep voice whispered in his head.

"Centuries at least. Interesting. Aptitude for each House is a rarity among students. Where to put you…"

Albus took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself a little.

Please put me where I belong!

Even while thinking that, he was internally begging that 'where he belonged' wasn't in Hufflepuff.

"Where you belong, not where you want to go, eh? I see Mr. Potter eased your former worries. You're lucky to have someone to explain it to you. He could have used some help. Would have made a fine Slytherin, too."

Was the hat saying that dad was supposed to be in Slytherin?

"Yes, he chose Gryffindor however. Now, I know where you'll thrive."

The whispery, deep voice faded from his mind as a much louder voice called out, "SLYTHERIN!"

Albus' shoulders sagged in the ultimate relief and he let out a breath. He wasn't a Hufflepuff. Mission accomplished.

The hall clapped for him and he moved over to the Slytherin table.

The students there, stared at him in what he realized was shock. People must have expected him to be in Gryffindor like all the other Potters. He broke the mould.

Scorpius Malfoy was sitting across from him, the boy's grey eyes assessing him.

"You don't seem too worried about being sorted into Slytherin," he commented.

"I'm not. I thought I was going to be in Hufflepuff. Thank Merlin, I'm not."

A few nearby Slytherins snickered at this and Scorpius cracked a small smile.

"And Harry Potter wouldn't be angry?" he asked.

Albus looked around in confusion as he muttered, "No, He told me that if I ended up in Slytherin, then the House had gained a good mind. I was initially worried about Slytherin, but he put my fears to rest quickly. And then I realized that I might be in Hufflepuff and the fear returned."

Some light chuckling foolowed and he couldn't help but ask, "How do you know my dad's name?"

Grey eyes went wide, "Who doesn't know his name?!"

"What?"

Scorpius leaned over some students to ask, "Does anyone have a Potter wizard card?"

And one suddenly appeared, thrust into his hand.

He held it out to Albus, who took in gingerly.

It was a picture of his dad when he was younger. His scar was prominent too. Albus flipped the card in order to read the description.

Harry Potter

Modern

(Born- 31 July, 1980.)

Current Head Auror of the DMLE

The Boy-Who-Lived

Chosen One

Triwizard Champion 1994

Known for being the only person to survive the Killing Curse(he did so twice) which left a cursed scar behind which he is recognized globally for, for his defeat of the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort on 28 May, 1998, for his victory in the Triwizard Tournament in 1994(at only 14 years of age), for being the joint founder in the group D.A. and training his fellows in defensive spells and charms, for being the only living Parslemouth in existence, for being the youngest Seeker in a century, for defeating a 1,000 year old Basilisk(at the age of 12) and for being able to produce a corporeal Patronus at the age of thirteen.

He enjoys Quidditch and Dueling.

Currently considered the most powerful wizard in the world.

Albus stared at the card in silence. And shock. His dad was famous. World famous. That was why everyone was staring at him while he was on the platform! They all knew who he was.

Why did he not know?!

"You were never told?" Scorpius asked, drawing his attention.

"No, but the staring makes sense now."

"Weasley, Rose!"

Albus' head jerked up to the sorting, realizing that many names had been called in the last few moments. It was Rose' turn now.

She sat there, feet swaying from side to side.

"RAVENCLAW!"

She grinned brightly and jumped off the stool, making her way over to her table, catching her cousin's eyes and winking in glee.

He nodded, though unable to fake happiness for her. He was still reeling from the fact that his father was famous, and he never knew. Why had he not been told about any of those things on the list? The bedtime stories he missed out on!

Albus looked over, eyes locking on that of his older brother. James was looking solemn. He knew! But for how long?

James mouthed 'later' and turned to the boy sitting beside him.

He'd get answer later. And he'd be writing a letter tomorrow, definitely.

Albus handed the card back to the blonde with a shake of the head. "I'm not thrilled."

"I can see that."

"Zabini, Antonio!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Zabini, Adrianna!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

And that was it for the sorting. Once the last two students were seated, one beside Harry and the other beside Scorpius, the woman sitting at the Head Table, wearing green dress robes, stood and began speaking with a very noticeable brough.

"There are some start of term notices.

All students are forbidden from entering the Dark Forest. Many a creature call it home and we do not want an Acromantula to drag you off."

This made several people shiver, Albus included. He looked across the hall to see James looking ill.

"There is no magic to be done in the corridors. Do not leave your dorms after curfew. The Restricted Section is out of bounds unless a professor has given you permission to enter and retrieve a book.

Now, I believe that we are all famished enough as it is. Let the feast begin!"

The students cheered as food appeared along the tables. Albus' eyes widened as his vision of Scorpius was blocked by a large roast. Bowls of food scattered about with delicious looking vegetables.

Albus pushed aside his annoyance in favor of finally eating. He only then realized how hungry he truly was, by filling his plate and eating swiftly, though not like a neanderthal. Rose would kill him.

"So, Potter, what do you do for fun?" the Zabini boy, Antonio, asked him a few moments later.

"Read, study, and watch the telly."

"'Telly'?" a bunch of people repeated in confusion.

Albus placed his cutlery down and cleared his throat. "Yes, a lot of magicals think that muggle electricity cannot be used around witches and wizards. That's not true. How would you explain muggleborns growing up in houses full of electricity? My aunt and I have realized that magic does not ruin muggle technology. Certain spells and charms will ruin them, but just being around magic doesn't do anything. So we have many muggle appliances at home. The telly is like a photograph that can move for hours instead of a few seconds."

Albus neglected to mention that his father had purchased the house next to number 12 so that the 'companies' would send bills there and the satellites would pick up signals from there instead, since number 12 didn't really 'exist'.

"You really use muggle things?" Scorpius asked, nose wrinkled.

"Yeah! Despite what some want to believe, muggles are rather intelligent, inventive, and imaginative. The games and toys they have sometimes makes me wish the magical world would come up with better things for children."

"Well, I like to ride my Nimbus," the Zabini girl sniffed.

That seemed to spark interest in many of the boys. Quidditch was suddenly the much talked about subject among the Slytherin first years.

Scorpius, however, did not join in on the talk. He was still staring at Albus.

He then extended a hand. "I'm Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy."

Albus warily eyed the hand for a second, before putting his own out. Upon shaking, he said, "I'm Albus Severus Potter."

The two grinned at each other and returned to their meal.

When the feast was over, the first years were led to their Common Rooms by the prefects. Albus noticed that Scorpius stood closer to him than anyone else. Though he thought it was odd, he didn't say anything.

The password for Slytherin was 'Salazar', not too original. According to dad, Gryffindor always had long phrases to remember.

The entrance to the Common Room was in the dungeons, nearly a blank wall. The wall slid aside and a hissing noise followed.

It was green, a lot of green. It was also a good thing that his favorite color was green, else he'd have gotten annoyed early on.

Bookcases, armchairs, sofas, candles, a few skulls, and several portraits of past Slytherins littered the room. The first years stood patiently as the prefects conferred a bit.

Louis Weasley, his cousin and Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur's only son and the only Weasley to ever be sorted into Slytherin, was a sixth year and was a perfect. He spared Albus a small smile, before asking for everyone's attention. The other prefects deferred to him instantly. Albus had a feeling that it was the Veela allure thing Aunt Mione talked about. Louis was the only male in existence to ever be part Veela. Though he was only ⅛ Veela, he still had the looks and apparently, everyone was affected.

"I am Louis Weasley, and I am pleased to welcome you all to Slytherin. First and foremost, we are not an evil house. Those who claim such are full of rubbish and wish they could be as amazing as us. We are no longer against muggleborns and the blood purist bigotry is barely present. There are some, however, who still do not like muggles. As a precautionary method, please refrain from speaking of them around those whom you know do not like them.

The password changes every week and is put on the board every Sunday evening. Remember that. Boys are not allowed in the girl's dorms and vice versa. There are spells that will sound an alarm if anyone attempts to do so.

All of your belongings have been brought in and placed beside a fourposter. You will keep this fourposter for the year. Next year, you'll obviously be in a different room. Curfew for first years is nine o' clock. Breakfast begins at 7:30 every morning and ends at 8:45, giving students enough time to get to classes. Tomorrow, you will receive your schedules at breakfast.

For now, I know that you're all knackered and would like to get some rest, so the boys dorms are to the right and the girls are to the left."

The boy prefects, including Louis, started in one direction while the girls started to another.

Louis took them into a large room with several fourposters. They each found their trunks and things put away already.

"Lights out in half an hour, boys."

Louis pulled Albus aside and gave him a small hug. "Everything will be fine, you'll see," he whispered.

"I know."

With a wink, the older wizard turned and left the dorm room.

Albus discovered that his bed was right next to Scorpius' own. They talked a bit as they got ready and when the excitement finally settled, they were dead on their feet.

Albus was pretty sure that even as he was falling asleep, he wasn't completely on the bed. He was too tired to fix himself and just let the darkness claim him, content to deal with everything tomorrow.

A/N: This is the first chapter. I wrote the sorting hat's song for this. More information on the Potter past will appear in every chapter beyond this. If you have questions, I will answer them. Yes, Rose is a mini Hermione, knowing spells older years wouldn't even know.

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