Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own Albus Potter.

Chapter 1- Death

Albus Potter had a good memory

Growing up with the Potter-Weasley clan made life fun, but it also taught me a many good lesson like; never lend Hugo a pair of Muggle jeans, because when you get them back you'll most likely find melted chocolate frog in the pockets. Always eat as fast as you can when you go to Gran's because there might not be much left if you look away. If Louis asks to borrow your Invisibility cloak do not let him, he is most likely going off to snog some bird, which leads to someone confiscating the cloak. When Victoire is mad at Teddy then run for the hills, because she's got both the Weasley and part Veela temper. And you really shouldn't tease Lily about her boyfriends because she learned the bat bogey hex from mum herself.

Now don't get me wrong I love my family, and understand their craziness, but it can be taxing. And the sad thing is between Dad and I we're the most normal in our giant family.

I, Albus Severus Potter would like to state here and now that I will never be truly be Harry Potter, my Dad, because I never saved the Philosophers stone, rescued my future wife from the Chamber of Secrets, helped a prisoner of Azkaban escape Dementors, competed in the Triwizard tournament and managed never even to put my name in the Goblet of fire, I was never in the middle of the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters while still a kid practically (although I am now in the Order), I didn't learn secret spells from the Half Blood Prince nor did I get personal lessons from the greatest wizard of the century, and I definitely didn't discover the Deathly Hallows and become the master of death.

Yeah, no I'm the professor, normal run of the mill teacher, not my Dad, who they say is the next Dumbledore, the Famous Defeater of Dark Lords.

Although, we are alike, especially in our looks, same black hair, green eyes, small stature as a kid, and even personality wise we are alike, but a lot of things he taught me are what made me who I am today.

I would like for you to see some of these moments, especially the time when Dad first taught me about death;

I was six years old when I sat in between my Dad and seven year old brother, outside the Burrow. My usually cheerful Gran was sobbing near a box type thing that I had never seen before, my Uncles Bill, Charlie, Percy, George and Ron, and my mum, were all crying around the box with Gran.

I looked at my dad and noticed he was holding an oblivious Lily on his lap while she played with a doll, and that is when I realized Dad was crying and staring at that box.

My daddy never cried, dad was always cheerful and strong, he was my hero but it was just…wrong how my dad showed this kind of emotion.

Earlier today Dad had come into my room and told me to put these black dress robes on, and walked out the room without telling me why, but I did it, because I could tell something wrong, for daddy was really quiet.

An hour a later we had Flooed to the burrow where, our huge family was congregated; I mean all of our family from Gran to three year old Lucy. Everyone was dressed in Black and some were crying, again I was confused, The Burrow was usually so happy and cheerful, Gran was usually cooking and Grandpa was showing me different muggle items… wait where was Grandpa? I tried to ask dad but he choked and told me he was somewhere good now and walked away with Lily in his arms to Aunt Hermione and Hugo.

Then James led me to the garden where there were lots of chairs lined up in rows, I looked up to the sky, it was gray. It seemed fitting with all the sadness in the air.

After a while Dad came out with Lily and led James and I to chairs in the front not far from the box thing, Dad was staring at it and looked like he was in pain, I tugged on his hand and led him too where James had sat down. And that's when my Mum and her brothers with Gran went in front off the box thing and started crying.

Suddenly a sob broke out as Aunt Fleur, broke down into hysterics, my Uncle Bill, looked up, he was conflicted, but suddenly dad stood up and nodded to Uncle Bill who grimaced back at him. Dad walked over to Aunt Fleur and wrapped his arms around her, as she sobbed into his shoulder.

Not far away from the scene, Fourteen year old Teddy (my honorary brother) was hugging a twelve year old Victoire, she was crying and shaking.

The More I looked around I noticed that everyone was crying, this made me want to cry, I felt alone, I didn't know what was happening, James must have noticed my confused expression.

"You okay Al?" James asked with bright brown eyes, he looked like he going to burst into tears any moment.

I looked at my brother; he wasn't one to ask that, "I don't know. Why is everybody crying?"

A tear slid down James' cheek, he put an arm around me as the wind tussled his already messy dark brown hair, "Oh Al…I guess I should tell you, since dad and mum are a bit busy." James sounded too mature for his young age.

I was getting scared now, James never, ever cried, he didn't even cry when he broke his arm when he fell off his broom or when he stole mum's wand and shattered a vase which a piece of glass had ended up in his leg.

"What is it? Jamie, please?" I asked biting my lip.

He let out a shuddering breath, "Al, do you remember how Grandpa has been real sick lately, remember he was at St. Mungos?" I nod my head, "Well, he died Al, he was really sick from a rare case of dragon pox, he couldn't fight anymore Al, but he is in a better place. Aunt Hermione told me last night when you went to bed and Dad went with Mum to see if Gran was Ok."

I had tears running down my face, grandpa fun, muggle-loving, silly and funny Grandpa gone. Just like that.

"Wait, James is he in t-that b-box?" I choked out.

He nodded sadly, and started to cry more.

James noticed my tears and put another arm around me and whispered soothing words in my ear, he put his head on top of my head, as I sobbed, I could faintly hear Rose asking Aunt Hermione 'What's wrong with Al?".

I felt James hold me tighter, as Dad came over and wrap his strong arms around us as we cried, I felt dad sigh as I said, "He shouldn't have died, and it's not fair."

"Al, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. Never forget that. Albus Dumbledore told me that as kid, never forget that son."

I let the words sink into my young mind, I couldn't understand what that meant until years later but I was truly grateful that I remembered because it spared me a lot of heartache.

(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Author's Note: Hey I'm back with some Albus Potter!

I have for some reason been fascinated with Al, maybe its do to his AWESOME name or the fact he's so much like Harry but I just wanted to do something like this for awhile now. This will be a Multi-Chapter Fic, and the length will vary.

And please review I need to know if you like it or not!

-Brittany

P.S. Al and James may seem a bit mature here, but bare with me.