The first time the Potter family goes to Kings Cross is a memorable moment. Harry's and Ginny's excitement is unwavering, as if it is their trip to Hogwarts and not Albus'. They hardly even notice the press. Adults and students are catching up with one another, causing loud noises, voices and laughter. Besides that many of them are highly aware of the man who is in their midst. Harry Potter. The saver of the Wizarding World. The vanquisher of the Evil. Albus braces himself, trying hard to ignore the constant flashing lights, like Harry did before.
But now precautions have been taken. They are used to the press, but somehow its absence is uncomfortably noticeable. People make a show out of pretending not to care for the Great War Hero, while catching glances anytime they can. Now he is nervous- almost as nervous as Albus himself is. He talks to Ron and Hermione , as if he couldn't have talked to them all the year. Albus tries to catch his fathers eyes and then his mothers but both of them are too busy talking and exchanging interviews for the press. Once again to Albus great annoyance they remind themselves of the time Ron and Harry went to school by a flying car. It has been bearable the first time but after the tenth retold version it's just annoying, however they still laugh. Only Albus doesn't laugh. No one pays much attention to him anyway. Undoubtedly, people will merely think of him as a Potter. Son of. Brother of. He is already tired of it and it hasn't even begun. His father glances at him with a smile. It's funny how that only happens after Albus had already decided that it won't be worth seeking his parents sights. Finally they board the train. The entire experience brief as it may be, is incredibly freeing .He looks out of the window willing to say good bye. As surprising as it sounds they were talking to people but however it has never been Albus they have been talking to.
Now Albus is left with Rose. She reminds him of his mother. The air between them is somehow strained as if there have been millions of people taking all the air with them. At first he doesn't look at anyone. He wouldn't be surprised if there is a neon sign above his head saying Son Of The Strongest Man In The Galaxy. After a short while though he realises that hardly no one pays much attention to him. And a sense of relief enters him and stays there.
Except of one person, Rose Granger-Weasly who wears of confident smily ang greets everyone just a little bit too cheerfully. This gives Albus the perfect opportunity to look at the other students. Their faces are filled with expressions from anxiety to excitement.
"We should make a careful choice were to sit."
Rose shakes him out of his thoughts. He gives her a questioning glance. The ride to Hogwarts takes only one day, and if the company is more pleasant anywhere else who is to stop them from moving. There is something familiar about the way she looks at him. It reminded him as the look Aunt Hermione sends Uncle Ron everytime he doesn't exctly get what she is at.
"Our parents met on this train."
She sounds like her mother, no doubt. Albus waits until she turns around again before shrugging and answering wonderful. He has learnt not to express his opinion to loudly. When they walk past another compartement that is empty except of a boy, Albus stops. The boy is resting his head on his hands, hunched over, and staring bored out of the window. They see each other in the reflection, but the other boy isn't moving at all. He looks as ecstatic as Albus feels.
"You are not going there, are you?" Rose says irritated.
Somehow, her words determine him even more to do that. Staring at her right in the eyes, he slowly pushes the comprtement door open. She takes a deeply breath, without saying anything. Instead, she spins on her heel. Albus looks a little victorious from the back.
The boy stares at him as he enters the carriage. Albus moves awkwardly to sit across from him. The blond boy straightens himself as Albus is seated. Although there is no enthusiasm to him as there was before a certain determination flashed his face. As this happened, a memory flares up in Albus head. He has definitely seen this face before.
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Harry Potter And The Unrevealed Secrets
Fanfiction"This is not a prophecy - this is a curse." - Albus Potter may have an unruly mop of black hair and remarkable glasses, but he is decidedly against being compared to his father. Struggling with fame he doesn't quickly become the least of his worrie...