Hogwarts: the Unfinished Tale

Chapter Two: A Fishy First Class

                                           CHAPTER TWO:

                                      A FISHY FIRST CLASS

 Albus dreamed he was Sorted in Hufflepuff, and he cried himself to happiness, shaking hands with Aberforth and McGonagall before he skipped over to his House, where a bunch of ferrets were cheering…licking his nose…

            He woke up to find Porkpie on his bed, looking at him with round eyes, one amber and one dull grey. The ferret was now licking his forehead, and Albus had to push him away to get up and stretch. He had woken up far too early than he expected: the sky outside was still in the color of grayish red. Albus yawned.

            Beau and the other first year boys were still covered in their blankets, all of them fast asleep. Albus felt a siphon of anger enter him by the thought of Porkpie waking him up. The ferret was now converged on Albus’ lap, curled asleep and breathing evenly. Then, he felt bad about hitting the charming thing and let it sleep on his pillow.

            Albus, then, took this time to get his hands on a piece of parchment and quill in his trunk. The faint light on the flickering candle next to him seemed to be appropriate for writing in the night.

            Dear Mum and Dad, 

        He began, scratching his chin by the end of his quill.

            Hagrid’s probably written to you about what happened, but I thought you want to hear my say in this, too.

        The trip on the train felt magnificent, unless you count on the students swarming and taking hold of me like I’m some sort of hero. James explained that his first train-ride was likewise, yet he quite enjoyed the attention. Slick.

        Then, he probably thought that swearing on a letter that was about to be sent to his mother might not be a good idea. He quickly scribbled the last word.

            Hogwarts is great, dad! Now I can finally live those stories you kept telling me. Met new friends, too, in the compartment we shared with Fred and James. His name is Beauregard Nickabrick and his twin Harriett, who was starting the same year as mine and Rosie’s. They seem keen on me being a Potter kid too.

        I met Hagrid almost instantly. He greeted me, of course, telling me that he had already tipped off Professor McGonagall on me being a true Gryffindor. I can’t believe Aberforth was in the school, too! That came as a shocker for me and Rosie, seeing as we don’t see anything in him much.

        I was sorted in Gryffindor! The Sorting Hat seemed tense on it, though—said that you, dad, should be in Slytherin, and it made a wrong decision. But I told it I want to be in Gryffindor, too loud, though, making everyone thunder out. Well, you can say I’m in Gryffindor Tower now.

        The Head of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team kept bombarding me to join as Seeker. I told him I haven’t got a broom and he went mental, saying that I wasn’t a Potter kid if I don’t have a broom.

Feeling homesick,

Albus 

“So, we’re to be handed our course schedules down at breakfast?” Albus asked Beau as they went together to the Great Hall.

            “Yeah…” Beau said, rubbing his eyes.

            “Right, but I think I’ll be going to the Owlery to deliver a letter to my parents. Save me a spot, though.”