I’ve always imagined Albus as Logan Lerman.
Al bought himself a purple Pygmy Puff in 5th Year. He called her Marvy and loved her to bits
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Al bought himself a purple Pygmy Puff in 5th Year. He called her Marvy and loved her to bits
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The Potter Kids were just like their parents. James had this distinctive protective instinct, Albus the eyes and this selfless kind and Lily was just as passionate and stubborn as her mother.
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A group of Slytherin bullied Louis for wearing self-made clothes and drawing pictures of Hogwarts. After James, Fred, Hugo and Albus popped around they never teased him again.
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Albus Potter married his sister’s best friend, Matilda Johnstone, together they had four kids, Summer Elizabeth, Skye Lily, Harry Samuel, and Luna Rose Potter. All of them were Gryffindors, except Summer, she was a Ravenclaw.
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Victoire, Louis, and Albus are the only Weasley-Potter kids that haven’t got red hair.
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The Potter kids didn’t get along.
James thought his parents had more children because he didn’t live up to their expectations. He resented his siblings for it.
Al hated Lily because she went out with the love of his life - Scorpius. He hated James because he didn’t stop her.
Lily thought her brothers knew she was depressed and chose not to help her. What she didn’t know was that they had no idea - they just thought she was drifting away from them.
Maybe if they’d confessed their feelings, they wouldn’t have hated each other quite so much.
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Albus and Lucy were the only Weasley-Potter kids with glasses.
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“Rose, come back!” shouts the desperate voice of Lorcan Scamander. Sweat drips down his face. She doesn’t care- Rose Weasley is already out of sight.
She’s gone, he mutters to himself. Gone, gone, gone. Lorcan can feel a tear rolling down his cheek.
“Oi, what happened?” shouts a familiar voice. “Bloody hell, mate. Something’s wrong.”
“Albus, I fucked up,” he moans. Albus raises an eyebrow.
Three hours later they’re in a Muggle pub, and Lorcan is drowning his sorrows.
“So what happened, exactly?” asks Albus.
“I told,” hiccup, “Rose I love her.” Another hiccup. “She didn’t take very well to the news.”
“C’mon mate, she’ll come around. She always does,” Albus promises, laughing slightly. They take another sip from their glasses
“Rose. Is that you?” a surprised Lorcan shouts. The redhead raises an eyebrow.
“For heaven’s sake, my name is Olivia and I am NOT Rose!” she shouts. But her voice sounds familiar to the slightly confused man.
“You…you look like Rose,” he mumbles. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” she says sharply. But the affect is ruined by a slight gasp.
“Oi, Rosie, that’s youu!” shouts Al. His glee is cut short by a sharp smack to the face. He moans.
“And?” she asks challengingly.
“Rose…I’m sorry,” Lorcan whispers. Rose looks apologetically at the man.
“Lorc, it’s okay. I’m the one who should be sorry,” she sighs. And leans in to kiss him.
the first next-gen drabble Tatoe has written in a while- hope this is okay! :)
Hidden
I take after my hidden name. It’s funny, because my first name comes from the most brilliant wizard there ever was, while my last name comes from the most famous wizard there ever was. I guess I just never felt like I was meant to become the next Dumbledore or Harry, though. Instead, I seem to have turned into the next Half-Blood Prince.
I found the book that once belonged to Severus Snape last year while I was rummaging through the Room of Requirement with Scorpius. I say that I found the book, but sometimes I think the book might have found me. This is because I’m not sure that a person can really find something if they were never looking for it. At least, that’s what I always took from Dad’s stories, because he never claimed ownership of the things he stumbled across by accident – the Marauder’s Map, Snape’s book, and the Elder Wand. Those things always belonged to someone else, and so it was them who found him – messages, if you will, from the likes of his father, the bravest man he ever knew, and his mentor, when none of them could help him themselves. And that’s how I feel about Snape’s book. I feel like he willed me to find it, because he knew that it would help me understand why it is that I’ve always been drawn to potions.
Ever since my first year at Hogwarts, Potions has been my absolute favorite class. I like being able to create something powerful out of little things that, by themselves, hold no power at all. I like the precision and the timing of brewing a pot, because it’s something that, if done correctly, will produce the same results every time. Mostly, though, I like the fact that Potions is the only branch of magic that doesn’t require the use of a wand. I don’t have to be talented or skilled like Dumbledore or my father to make something defensive or deadly. With potions, there are detailed steps to follow. So long as I follow them, I don’t have to wonder whether or not I’ll live up to the high expectations the wizarding world has of me, because as I long as I stick to my recipe, everything I do will be right.
My dad doesn’t know any of this. It’s impossible to hide such a passion from my friends at school, but Rose and Scorpius will never tell a soul until I decide to. And for now, I like having my secret. I like being able to open my book and read the thoughts of my namesake without anybody wondering who I’ll be one day. I like to keep people guessing whether I’ll take after Dumbledore or Harry, because it’s funny how they never think of Snape. After all, he’s the person I really take after… the one who was always hidden.
Al liked talking to ghosts.
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In Lily’s third year, platform 9 3/4 wouldn’t open for her.
When it did, James, Albus and Lily had to watch Ginny comfort Harry as he cried over Dobby.
the weasley-potter-lupin-scamander-longbottom clan was actually a lot like Skins
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Scorpius and Albus would go golfing at muggle locations together during breaks. It was their way of escaping the magical world.
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Photographed: Niall Horan and Harry Styles
Albus was a Gryffindor
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