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Dear reader, forgive us for tempting you and not delivering. This fic is unfinished and will remain so. We're keeping it here though, so that we can hold on to our dear friend Jacqui a while longer.

Jacqui was in a fatal car accident in February 2008. She'd been a member of SnitchSeeker.com for 2 1/2 years, and she has made many friends in that time. Those of us who knew her will miss her greatly. We send our prayers and thoughts to her close friends and family, and here in our little corner of the Potter Fandom, we offer up this bit of story she created for us, her friends. Enjoy.

Jan (aka evlpez)
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This FF takes off right after the 7th book ends, but from (of course) Albus' point of view. Suggestions are very welcome and I hope you all enjoy the story!

The eleven-year old looked at his friend of the same age, and couldn’t help but let out a great sigh of relief. He grinned and, his hands flying through the air, said, “We’re finally going!”

His friend grinned too, obviously as glad as him. “I know! Where should we sit?” She said, her red hair swinging wildly.

The boy hesitated for not even a moment, and then answered, “Let’s find an empty compartment, or one that’s only got a few first-years in it.”

His companion nodded and the two kids walked off together, peering through the windows of each compartment for a place to sit. It wasn’t long before they found one, although it had one young boy in it already.

“Er… hey,” the boy said, pulling open the door. “I’m Albus, mind if we sit here?”

“Make yourself at home,” the stranger said. “I’m Matthew, but you can call me Matt.”

“I’m Rose,” Albus’ friend said as she and Al sat down opposite Matt. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“So are you two first-years?” Matt asked, receiving two nods in reply. “Cool, so am I. You guys excited?”

“Yeah, but my brother has been telling me about all these things that don’t sound too pleasant,” Albus answered. “What house do you think you’ll be in?”

“Dunno,” Matt answered with a shrug. “I don’t really care that much.”

“D- Don’t really c- care?” Albus repeated, not believing it.

“Al is really stressed about it. He doesn’t want to be in Slytherin,” Rose explained. “I myself think I’ll be in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.”

“What’s wrong with Slytherin?” Matt asked, frowning. “Aren’t all houses good? That’s what my Dad tells me.”

“Well, my Dad tells me it’s alright if I’m sorted into Slytherin because the bravest man he knew was in that,” Albus said, but uncertain. “I don’t know, though. I mean, Salazar Slytherin wasn’t the nicest bloke, was he?”

“He couldn’t have been that bad, though,” Matt replied, trying to reason with Albus.

“He built a secret chamber in the school where the heir of Slytherin would command a basilisk to kill students!” Al protested.

“Oh, come on, you can’t really believe that. It’s just a myth,” Matt said.

“Don’t believe it? My Dad killed the basilisk in his second year with Godric Gryffindor’s sword!”

Matt snorted and then laughed. “Tell me you’re pulling my leg,” He said.

“Er… Matt, Albus isn’t lying,” Rose spoke up. “His surname is Potter. His Dad is…”

“Potter?” Matt coughed out, his eyes widening. “Your Dad is Harry Potter? The Harry Potter?”

Albus nodded and said, “Haven’t you ever heard of me? I’m Albus Severus Potter.”