The Beginning : Part I
It was a week after Christmas holiday when a 12-year-old
Gryffindor boy, Albus Severus Potter sat on the best armchair in Gryffindor
common room. His eyes were fixed on a fireplace in front of him, but his brain
swam wildly throughout the darkness outside.
The room was barely deserted before the fat lady's portrait swung open
to reveal his brother, a 16-year-old James Sirius Potter with a handful food.
“Thinkin’ somethin’ mate?” James asked
“ No” Albus’s lips were still curled
“Alright, mm-bed” Yawning, James went upstairs
Albus knows exactly, his brother wouldn’t know what he is
thinking about. He would tease him in front of his friends.
As a son of the most famous wizard in the world, the best
Auror in a decade, the best Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Order Of Merlin,
First Class, Harry Potter, and the best seeker of England Quidditch team, the
most intelligent contributor of Daily Prophet, Ginevra Molly Potter (nee
Weasley), he always thinks of people’s words about him.
He pulled a parchment and quill. He began
Dear
Dad,
People
keep asking me about you and mum. Reckon they want a photograph with signature
of yours. Yesterday, I couldn’t
brew my potion again, they teased me and told me that possibly I am not your
and mum’s son. Dad, can I move to Ravenclaw?
I can befriend with Fred. Or Durmstrang? You are a friend of the headmaster,
Mr. Krum. If you’re not busy in the ministry please
answer pronto.
Love
Albus
PS :
Don’t tell mum
If you’re busy in the ministry, please
answer pronto anyway.
#To be continued tomorrow, I am busy like hell with these documents -_- #
