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Second Year

At exactly ten-thirty in the morning, Platform 9 3/4 was filled with young and old wizards crowding around the Hogwarts Express. The Potters all walked together apart from Albus who trailed behind purposely. He had not wanted to return for his second year because his first wasn't as special as everyone lead him to believe it would be. If it wasn't for the comfort and support of his two best friends, Scorpius and Terra, he wouldn't have made it alone at the terrible place.

Karl Jenkins shoves past young Albus with a scowl that went unnoticed and he immediately lowers his head. "See you on the train, Potter." Jenkins grinned devilishly, no doubt thinking about continuing his torment from last year.

"Alby!" Terra's teasing nickname that stuck in their first year emerged from the sea of people. She engulfed him into a tight hug before pulling back. "I should've known you wouldn't keep your promise. How come you never wrote back to me?" The delightful second within Terra vanished to her natural and feisty attitude.

"I've been busy Terra." He mumbles.

"Busy?" She repeats, lifting an unconvinced brow. "I guess I'll let it go this one time, Potter."

"Albus, Terra!" Scorpius beckoned as the two turned to see a pale faced boy with platinum hair.

"Looking good, Malfoy." Terra grins before ruffling his slick hair.

Scorpius dodges her crazy fingers that tried to destroy his masterpiece of glossy, silver hair. "No, it took me ages to get it this tousled."

"Get a life."

"I'll meet you guys on the train." Albus struts pass his friends to catch up with his family.

Lily, his younger sister, was sadden because she couldn't attend Hogwarts like James and Albus until next year. Her curly, ginger hair falls past her shoulder just like his beautiful mother who kisses the top of his forehead lovingly.

"You ready to board the train, my dear?" Ginny asks in a soft tone. Albus nods without another word before turning back to his father.

There really wasn't a connection between the two, not like him and James. Everyone knew that James was the star child that was sorted into Gryffindor and took everything after his prodigy father. Albus never knew where he stood at times. He just hated the fact that he always felt the need to live up to his fathers standards.

"You okay there Albus?" Harry places a calming hand over Albus's shoulder.

"Yes." He lies.

Harry squats down to his level just to meet his eyes, "If you're worried about the kids that are giving you trouble at school, just talk to McGonagall and you'll find that she's very helpful."

"Albus, come on! The train will leave soon!" Scorpius shouts from the trains entry with Terra standing right over his shoulder.

"Ok!" He shouts back.

At the sight of white, platinum hair Harry took in a sharp breath noticing the young wizards that Albus had chosen to befriend. They weren't exactly the best few giving the circumstances, and it didn't help much that his main friend was the son of his very own enemy during the Second Wizarding War.

He looks down at Albus, "Son, I think you shouldn't be friends with Malfoy. His family and their legacy isn't the brightest in the history books. That might be the reason why you haven't found peace within Hogwarts." Harry confesses.

Albus couldn't tell whether it was advice or if his dad was demanding it of him. Either way, that was never going to happen. Scorpius and Terra were the only two things holding him together during his lowest moments.