Albus Potter's POV
Horrible. That's how I felt. I've spent this whole summer in the hospital. Not because I'm hurt or anything. I'm sick. Emotionally sick. I've spent my days crying and just curling up in my bed. Now I was on platform 9 and 3/4 entering my sixth year of Hogwarts. My doctor didn't think it was a good idea to go back to school, but I begged her for the past month. Without Hogwarts I have no life. As I entered the platform I looked behind. There was my mom with my little sister, Lily. Lily was entering her fourth year, while my older brother James graduated last year. Then I saw my dad looking at me with sad eyes. I wanted to show him I was okay so I perked up a smile. Was I okay? No. Then I glanced in the window of the train. There was sitting my favorite cousin, Rose Weasley. She was the only person in school that didn't hate me for getting into the Slytherein house. Shocking isn't it? The son of the famous Harry Potter, who chose Gryfinndor is In the Slytherein house. But somehow I knew it was my destiny. It was time for the train to leave. I said goodbye to my mom and my sister
got on the train. My dad was nowhere near. Maybe he was just too depressed to watch me leave. As I was stepping on the train an arm pulled me back. The next thing I knew I was looking at my father's bright green eyes.
"Albus, please don't do anything bad this year. Don't try to do it again. We love you very much. If you don't feel good you can always write to us. Or talk to your cousins. Promise me you'll be okay," my dad said as he was starting to tear up.
"I promise dad," I answered him and got up on the train.
This was a promise I would try to keep. I got into the cupboard with Rose, and my best friend Scorpius Malfoy. This would be a tough year.
