As Harry walked down Platform Nine and Three-Quarters with his son Albus and his wife Ginny, he noticed his dear friends Ron and Hermione running frantically with their children. Their two kids, Rose and Hugo, were wild as could be and hardly ever stopped moving. Harry and his mild-mannered son walked up to meet them. The red-headed terrors ran around and laughed as their parents desperately tried to corral them onto the train with their friend Albus. They did not succeed. Ron greeted Ginny with a hug while Harry helped Hermione pry Hugo away from a sweets trolley.
Harry looked down lovingly at his boy, and crouched to his level.
"Now son, this is your first year at Hogwarts and I guarantee you'll love it, but you will be away for awhile." Little Albus Potter nodded excitedly. "So I want you to be good, and always remember to— " Harry was cut off by a sinister laugh. It was a laugh he knew all too well.
Harry's heart went faster as he heard his wife Ginny shriek. He slowly turned his head towards the cackling sound. His knees went weak and his scar began to ache.
There stood Lord Voldemort in all his glory. He was well dressed in a suit and the crowd around him cleared out in seconds, everyone running in fear. By his side was...his son? A younger version of the Dark Lord stood by his father's side with his bags. He was going to Hogwarts. His reptilian eyes blinked at Harry, oblivious as to what all the fuss was about. He looked up to his father for answers. Harry nearly fainted, he pushed Albus behind him.
"What's up, Potter?" Voldemort said, saluting Harry before kneeling in front of his son and saying, "Raise some hell, my boy!" With that he sent his child onto the train, where screams could be heard as the boy ran through the people.
Albus Potter was thoroughly confused. His father was very secretive, but Albus had always known he was an important man. Apart from being one of the most celebrated Aurors of his day, Harry Potter was somewhat of a celebrity. Albus could just tell. He could see it in his nanny's eyes when she first saw who she would be working for. He could see it in the waiter's mannerisms at every restaurant they went to. Even at the grocer's market his father was gawked at. Albus knew there must be something that made his father stand out, but his parents had always been very secretive about it. He never heard more than hushed whispers, and had never had the courage to ask. But now, today in the train station, he would learn everything.
He stared in wonder at the strange looking man before him, trying to peer around his father's side. His dad wouldn't let him see. Everyone had run in terror from the snake-like man, and Albus could understand why. It was unnerving just being near him. His very demeanor was evil, despite the mocking look he gave Harry Potter.
"What's up, Potter?" the man cackled. Albus heard his mother whisper as she grabbed for him, "Voldemort...it can't be."
But Albus didn't see the big deal. He'd always been taught not to judge someone on their looks (just take Uncle Ron, for example). He didn't think it proper to recoil from this man simply because he was ugly. His parents must have had a reason. The man sent his similar-looking son off onto the train with a few words and gave Harry Potter one last glare before turning and disappearing, literally, into the crowd.
Albus heard his parents breath a sigh of relief. His father whispered to his mother and glanced at him. They went to talk to Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione for a few minutes, keeping a close eye on Albus and his cousins. The adults appeared to come to some decision after a while, saving Albus from Rose's painful game of "Pin the Luggage Tag on the Cousin".
They ushered their children onto the train one by one, hugging and kissing them fiercely. Albus looked up at his mother as she hugged him, and he could see that she was crying.
"Mum, I'll see you at Christmas, it's not that long away," Albus offered. His mother laughed through her tears.
"Oh I know sweetheart, I just have to remind myself that Minerva would never let anything happen to you. Now darling, if there's anything wrong about one of your classmates or you're being bullied in any way, I want you to write to me straight away, you hear?" She took his shoulders and nodded in approval as he replied, "Of course, Mum. "
He looked to his father. They had the same green eyes, though Albus had no need to hide them behind glasses. His father cleared his throat and bent to hug his son one last time before he was off.
"Albus, be safe. And make sure to write to us and tell us what house you get in...not that it matters." His father smirked as Albus rolled his eyes. Maybe it was time to ask.
"Dad...who was that man-" the train's horn honked loudly and the engine started up.
"All in good time my boy, I love you! Don't forget to write!" His father shouted over the sound of the engine as the train pulled away. Albus looked back at his family's shrinking figures one last time before he turned to find his cousin's compartment.
Little did he know, the young eyes of his father's enemy's son were watching, waiting, and plotting.
"Only eight years to go."