Chapter 5

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James almost ran into Albus.

"Bro, what's wrong?"

"You know Scorp's dad? Draco? He hates dad. But I really want to get close to him. He said horrible things about you, Lily, Dad, even Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione."

"What about me and Lily?"

"Who said something about me?" Lily ran in, "also sorry I was a little behind you two."

"Draco. He said you were a horrible Gryffindor and talked bad about you for sitting with 'Loony Lovegood'."

"Auntie Luna? You saw her?" James looked at Lily.

"I sat with her. She's really nice, I really like hanging out with her."

"Uncle Fred and George are pretty cool too."

"Uncle Fred? You got to meet him?" Albus was slightly jealous. He had always enjoyed spending time with their uncle George, and he loved hearing stories of the twins back at Hogwarts.

"Yeah, they're really cool."

"Hello? Are you three alright?" The siblings turned around and saw none other than their father.

"Yes, you three ran out pretty quick, what's wrong?" It was their Aunt Hermione. Their uncle Ron walked out behind her.

"Oh, we're fine, just talking a bit. We'd better head to class-" James stuttered.

"Wait. Who are you guys? You don't look very familiar. Are you new?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, this is our first day," Lily answered.

"What are your names?" This was Ron.

"I'm Albus, that's my older brother James, and this is my little sister Lily." Lily and James looked at Albus shocked then glared.

"Lily and James? Those were my parents' names. And is Albus supposed to be like Dumbledore?"

"Yeah, our parents named me after Dumbledore. That's such a weird coincidence about Lily and James though." Lily glared at Albus, wishing he would shut his big mouth.

"So, your parents? Why didn't they send you to Hogwarts at the beginning of the year? And why did you start off as first years?"

"'Mione!" Ron scolded.

"No, it's okay. Our parents died when we were little, Lily was a newborn. We were sent off to an orphanage. Dumbledore came and got us yesterday and told us we were wizards." James answered.

"My parents died when I was little, too. I was forced to live with my aunt, uncle, and cousin. They're terrible. But, they're the only biological family I have."

"I'm really sorry." Lily frowned at him, her dad never talked about his childhood with the Dursleys. All he said was that he had to stay there and that it was for the best.

"There you are," Luna walked into the hallway and over to Lily, "I thought you had went to class without me."

"No, of course not! Bye James, bye Albus! Bye you guys!" Lily waved and walked off with Luna to her first class of the day.

"What year are you guys?" Ron spoke up. He had been very quiet, he was wondering what they were having for lunch.

"I'm a fourth year, Albus is a third year, and Lily is a second year."

"My brothers are fourth years, all three of us are third years, and my little sister is a second year." Ron smiled.

"Oi James! Are you coming to class or not? I won't complain if you don't, but being late to Transfiguration will not be fun." Fred and George walked over to James and slung their arms around his back.

"Alright then, let's go. Bye guys." James and the twins ran off to Transfiguration.

"So, Albus, how are you so nice? Not to be rude, but aren't Slytherins, y'know, evil?"

"Ronald!" Hermione glared at Ron.

"Not all Slytherins are bad. Some of the greatest wizards were from Slytherin. Yes, there is a high population of us that are bad, but if you look hard enough you'll see that there's good in everyone. I've got to get to Potions, don't want to be late! Bye!" Albus ran off towards the dungeons.

"Well they were weird."

"What do you mean 'Mione?"

"I mean they just showed up and they look like, they look-"

"Spit it out Hermione!"

"James looks like you! And did you see Lily? She looks just like Ginny. Albus was kinda a mix, but still. They just show up, don't say their last names, and look like you. Don't you find that odd?"

"I guess. It's probably nothing. Let's just get to Herbology."

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