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Albus Potter and the Ring of Lies by jberardo113
Chapter 4 : The Journey to Hogwarts
 
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Trunks were packed, Albus's owl Jupiter was caged, and James had chased his tawny owl around the house for three hours before Harry would fire a Stunning Spell at it. On top of Albus's trunk was his Thunderfalcon, which was making the journey to Hogwarts by itself.

Traditionally, the Weasley cousins all made the journey together in Compartment 4B, but Victoire had to speak to the Prefects of the school in the Prefect's compartment. Dominique and Lucy also had to be somewhere else, in this case the Gryffindor Quiddich Team compartment. Molly and Fred were also headed to the Student Teacher meeting. That meant that Louis, Roxanne, James, Albus, and Rose would have compartment 4B to themselves.

On the night before the journey to Hogwarts, Harry decided to pay Albus a visit in his room. In his arms he carried a small package, and just seeing it got Albus excited.

"Here you go," Harry said. He threw the Invisibility Cloak into Albus's arms. Albus hastily unwrapped it.

"Wow! Thanks, Dad!" Albus said gleefully as he threw it over himself. He moved an inch to the right. Harry's eyes didn't follow. Albus crept around Harry, making no noise, and appeared behind him.

Harry wheeled around, shocked. When he saw Albus he smiled.

"You'll be a natural with that. It took me three years to learn to sneak like that. And if you and James join forces, what a day it will be! Just don't get into too much trouble," Harry said.

"I won't. Do you know who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is?" Albus asked. When Voldemort had been defeated, McGonagall had removed the jinx on the job, but the previous professor had retired after the last year.

"His name is James Williamson, and he is an ex-Auror," Harry said, a trace of bitterness in his voice.

"Didn't you like him?" Albus asked.

"He went against his orders, and I was left with no choice but to fire him, Al."

"So he had nothing to do with the Triadic Party?" Albus asked.

"No, he was a die-hard Shield. I think he still is. But you should know that I've paid for you to have a subscription to the Daily Prophet at Hogwarts. They'll send you the paper and me the bill, so don't worry. I put twenty Galleons in your trunk, which should be enough for a month. I'll send more later."

"Thanks," Albus croaked nervously. The tone wasn't missed by Harry.

"There's no need to be nervous, Albus," Harry said. "Now get to bed. You might need some help, so I've brought you a Sleeping Draught."

Albus walked over to his trunk and placed the Invisibility Cloak inside. Then he walked over to his bed. Harry placed the potion on his bedside table, and Albus drank.

His eyelids became heavy instantly, and he only managed to place the potion on the table before he collapsed onto his pillow and fell asleep.

The next thing he knew, he was snapped awake by a noise downstairs. Albus dashed to the trunk, retrieved his wand and Invisibility Cloak, threw the latter over himself, and tiptoed as quickly as he could to the top of the stairs.

He beheld quite a sight. A silver otter was in front of his father, talking in the voice of his Aunt Hermione. Albus supposed this was a Patronus, but he had never seen one before.

"Harry, Ginny, watch out. The Triad caused another disaster in Scotland. There's an unknown death count. Kingsley's gonna need all hands on deck for dealing with this at exactly eleven thirty. We'll just have time to get our kids on the Hogwarts Express." The otter then faded into nothingness. Harry sank into a chair.

Albus turned to the top of the stairs and found James there, eavesdropping also. Albus creeped up behind him. "My room, now," he whispered. James jumped so violently, but Harry didn't notice.

The brothers crept back to Albus's room. Once inside, Albus pulled off the Invisibility Cloak. "Wow, that thing really works!" James whispered. Albus placed it and the wand in his trunk.

"Tomorrow, take his Daily Prophet. You're the best at stealing. Do it right before we leave. I'll read it on the train, and catch you up at the feast. Deal?"

"Deal," replied James. "I'd better get back, you take the rest of your potion."

"All right," Albus replied.

The next morning was all a blur to Albus until he got onto the Hogwarts Express. All he could remember was Harry telling him that he could choose Gryffindor over Slytherin. He also remembered that James had succeeded in stealing the Prophet. His first clear memory was of waving good-bye to his father and the train turning the corner.

"Well, let's get to the Weasley compartment," James told Albus and Rose. They had just gotten a few steps when a horrible scream stopped them and everyone in the vicinity dead in their tracks.

"JAMES POTTER, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" It was Victoire. Albus briefly wondered what James did that could have made her this angry, and then another memory came back to him from the Platform. James had interrupted Victoire and Teddy in their snogging session!

James's hand flew to his wand, but Victoire's was already drawn. She flicked it, and James's wand soared into Roxanne's hands. Forgetting about her wand, Victoire picked James up and pinned him against a wall.

"How dare you!" Victoire raged.

"Look, Victoire, it's just that-"

"Why did you do it?" Victoire asked in a deadly quiet voice.

"Now, look-"

"Why!"

Before James could answer, a voice screamed "Relashio!" Victoire was thrown backwards. Albus saw a teacher who must have been Professor Williamson stride inside.

"Miss Weasley!" Williamson began. "How dare you! I expected better from the Head Girl!"

"Sorry, Professor," Victoire said. She picked up her wand, which had fallen beside her, threw James a look of hatred, and walked away. Williamson watched until she had left sight and started off in the other direction.

"Back to your compartments!" Williamson roared. The students instantly started to run in all directions to obey the harsh-sounding Williamson.

"Here," Roxanne said, handing James's wand back to him. "Let's get to the compartment."

Louis was almost instantly pulled aside by some of his friends and James and Roxanne left them not long afterward. James handed Albus the Prophet before he left.

"Well, that just leaves us, Al," Rose said quietly. "The compartment shouldn't be far up. That's 4E.... 4D......... 4C..... here it is."

Albus opened the door for Rose, and she walked inside. Albus hoisted Rose's luggage onto the rack, took out Curses and Countercurses and his wand, and started on the Prophet.

Unknown Evil (Possibly Heads of Triadic Party) Strike in Scotland

Unknown Dark witches or wizards struck late yesterday evening in a town called Brookdale in Scotland. He waved his wand, conjured a meteor, and demolished everything in a twenty-mile radius.

By the time members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad were dispatched to the scene, Muggles everywhere were in panic. Most of the Muggles in the surrounding area had been killed, although one survivor managed to recount a scene.

"I was looking out of my window, and saw a man on top of the hill. I live close, so I got a good look. He was thick, with black hair and a long nose. He waved a twig, and a meteor hits the Earth!" Mrs. Morris cried minutes before her memory was modified.

The man she described matches the description of Rodolphus Lestrange, a man who is wanted from the recent escape from Azkaban. While interviewing Kingsley Shacklebolt about this, he confirmed that the man was indeed Rodolphus and that he must have been a powerful wizard to destroy an area that large.

Albus pulled the paper away from him, with the now-traditional look of disgust that he wore whenever he saw or heard anything to do with the Triadic Party,

"What is it, Albus?" Rose asked. She had taken out The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 and had been trying to learn how to make her bracelet fly. Albus threw her the paper. Within seconds, her look matched his.

"Idiots," Rose spat.

"They should all be put down like the animals they are!" Albus roared.

"Who should?" Williamson must have heard Albus's shout, because he was back. He snatched the paper from Rose's hand and gazed at Albus.

"Potter, be careful what you say. Many of the students here believe, or have parents that believe in the views of the Triadic Party. Many are indeed crazy, and would kill any Shield, even if he is the son of the Boy Who Lived."

"Thank you, Professor," Albus said. Williamson walked off, still holding the paper. Albus and Rose immediately started to discuss the recent events, but had barely started when the door opened a second time.

"Do you two mind if I sit down? Everywhere else is full." The speaker was a boy their age. He was tall and had blonde hair, with a tanned complexion.

"Not at all," said Albus. The boy sat beside him.

"Albus Potter," said Albus, shaking his hand.

"Tancred Littlecreek," replied the boy, shaking his hand. Rose then introduced herself and shook his hand.

"Did you see the paper, Tancred?" Albus asked.

"Oh, yeah, the Triadic Party must be crazy. You can't bother yourself with people like that, though. A shame about all those Muggles, though.." Soon Tancred, Rose, and Albus were discussing how angry they were. For Tancred, like the two of them, was a Shield and believed that the Triadic Party needed to be exterminated.

Albus, Rose, and Tancred all brought various sweets from the trolley when she went by, and then a most unpleasant thing happened to them.

Scorpuis Malfoy walked inside, and his face triggered another memory from the Platform. Ron seemed to think that Scorpius would not be pleasant company, and he appeared to be right.

"Well, well, well," said Scorpius. "Albus Potter, son of the famous Harry. And Rose, his filthy half-blood cousin. You must be a Littlecreek, with your confident strut, tan, and blonde hair."

"Potter, this is Darin Goyle and Max Zabini," said Scorpius, indicating his friends. "You need to hang out with us. We're so much better than them."

"How dare you!" Albus roared. Even though no curse occurred to him, he pulled out his wand and directed it at Scorpuis. "Get out!"

Scorpius eyed the wand warily, and then backed out followed by Goyle and Zabini. He threw a look of hate through the glass, which Albus returned, and then they were off.

"He's a jerk," said Albus.

"Agreed," said Rose. "Tancred, which House do you think you'll be in?"

"Both of my parents and my older brother were in Gryffindor. I think that's where I'll go, too. What about you guys?"

"Gryffindor," they said in unison.

"Attention, students!" Someone was speaking on a loudspeaker. "We will be arriving at Hogwarts shortly. Please change into your robes."

Albus and Tancred threw on their robes while Rose looked away. Then they did the same for Rose. Five minutes after they were done, the loudspeaker spoke again.

"We have arrived at Hogsmeade Station. Please leave your luggage and pets on the train. Someone will bring them up to the school."

"Let's go," Tancred said. They walked off of the train, and almost immediately heard the cries of "Firs' years over here! Firs' years! Hello, Albus, Rose."

"Hi, Hagrid," Rose said.

"How are you?" Albus asked.

"Fine, and how abou' you?"

"Good," they both said.

"Well, get in a boat, we're headin' up in abou' a min'" Hagrid said. Tancred climbed in first as he was the tallest, and helped Rose and Albus inside. Once all the first years were inside of a boat, Hagrid roared "FORWARD!" Albus looked at Rose and smiled. They were home.

 

A/N: Hey, guys. What do you think of Scorpius and Tancred? And what about Williamson? Any reviews are welcome. Thanks.
 


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