Draco was in bad mood. Harry Potter was the youngest seeker in a century, due to his catch of the Remembrall. He even got a Nimbus 200 and all. Albert was busy reading in the library, in the hope of finding his parents. 
                              "Do you ever stop reading," Draco asked annoyed and disgusted. "I am trying to find out about my parents, if you would have lived with muggles for 10 years of your life only to know that they are not your real parents and your real parents are very much alive and are wizards, you would've tried to figure out everything about them," Albert said. Draco just shook his head in a disapproving way. 
                              The winter break had started and Draco and Albert were on the train back home. "I can't seriously believe it! Famous Harry Potter and his broomstick!" Draco said. "But you've got to admit, he did play really well," Albert said. "Don't you understand, its just because he has a cut on his forehead!" Pansy Parkinson said, who was sitting with them in the compartment. 
                              "My father will here about this!" Draco said. 
                              "Albert, where are you going to stay?" Pansy asked. "Oh, me, Draco's father has offered me to come and stay with him, so I am staying with him now," Albert said. Pansy looked jealous. Crabbe and Goyle entered the compartment carrying sweets. 
                              "Ah, very good Crabbe and Goyle - Here Pansy, Albert, have some sweets," Draco said. Lucius Malfoy was waiting for them at the station. He looked very disturbed. 
                              Albert didn't enjoy the Christmas Holidays, he missed Hogwarts like anything. When he reached back, the first thing he did was to go and resume reading. This time he was reading 'Important Events in the Recent Years' when he heard a din. 
                              "Oh my god! I can't believe I missed it, I only took out this book weeks ago, for a bit of light reading!" Said a girl's voice. It was Hermione's. 
                              "This is light?" Ron said. Hermione glared at him. "I had just borrowed it from Albert Adkins a few weeks ago, I think that I didn't read it properly because I had to give it back to him!" Hermione said. 
                              She was turning the pages and she stopped at one. "Look! Nicholas Flamel is a noted alchemist and the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!" She said. Harry and Ron had puzzled looks on their faces. Albert got up and walked over to them. 
                              "The Elixir of Life, it provides unlimited gold and -" Albert said. 
                              "And- ?" Harry asked. "And life!" Hermione said. "So that's what Snape wants, that's what the dog is guarding!" Harry said. 
                              "Why would Snape want the Philosophers Stone?" Albert asked, sitting next to them. "He wants it for Voldemort!" Harry said, as if it was obvious. 
                              "And if Voldemort gets it -" 
                              "He will become powerful again," Harry said. Ron was flinching. "Could you two stop saying that name please!" 
                              Albert and Harry ignored Ron. "But why will Snape want to steal it for Voldemort?" Albert asked. 
                              "I don't know, maybe he wants me dead," Harry said. "But Snape works for Dumbledore, Dumbledore trusts him!" Albert said. "Then why did he try to kill me at the match against Slytherin!" Harry said. 
                              "That was Snape!" Albert said. 
                              Hermione nodded, "I saw him"
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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The heir of Lestrange
FanfictionWhat if Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange had a son and a daughter, what if only the son survived. What if the son was sent to live with muggles. What if, his godfather was none other than Tom Riddle. This is the story of Albert Rodolphus Lestrange.
 
                                               
                                                  