Summary: A collection of drabbles about my favorite Potter: Albus Severus

Author's Notes: My first drabble! With Christmas break here *angels sing*, expect updates often! Also: I'll be skipping around in Albus's years at Hogwarts.

Scene: Year 1; Great Hall

Words: 100

Flying.

A lesson most First-Years anticipated, but something that Albus Potter dreaded.

"What if I make a total fool out of myself, Scorp?" The worried black-haired boy whispered to his new friend. His adjusted his glasses with clammy hands.

"Albus, you already do that by yourself," Scorpius said, laughing and rolling his eyes. "Besides, you have a whole generation of Quidditch legends on your side. My dad can't even hold a broom right!"

Albus sighed, not needed to be reminded of his super star father and brother. He would need more than heredity to get over his fear of heights.