Albus Severus Potter and the Lost Twin's Revenge

Nineteen years of solitary peace has passed, since the downfall of Voldemort. For Harry Potter, his second son, Albus, reaches that unnerving age of eleven - and he worries even more. Because Albus seems to show no signs of magic - not until a fateful broom crash that scarred him for the rest of his life. And when Albus steps into the Great Hall of Hogwarts, an unknown magic begins to twist things out of control. A cunning and seemingly unfriendly boy takes Albus' place in Slytherin, forcing him to think of what house is best - a surprising question, with shocking consequences. The Malfoys return, imposing a positive attitude instead of the bullying one that dominated the school before, and the half-forgotten Cedric Diggory returns, not alive, but as a ghost, revealing potentially disastrous secrets from the past. Questions are yet to yield answers. But when Albus finds himself gazing at the portrait of his namesake Albus Dumbledore, will he make the right choice?


1. The Day That Changed Everything

Albus gazed at the Burrow, his jade green eyes surveying everything about the ancient infrastructure, how it seemed to stay upright, despite its rickety structure.  He was poised to move, should anyone call for him.  He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Albus?" James' mocking voice asked.  "Wanna fly with us?" 

Fred's face beamed down at Albus, innocently holding out a relatively new broomstick. They both tried to hide their obvious delight.  Was this a joke?  

But still, what harm could it do?  He hadn't shown any signs of magic so far...

"Fine," he answered, gripping the dark oak broom tightly.  "I'll fly." He kicked hard, the way he'd been taught by his father, Harry.  

He soared in the air, a breath of wind gently tickling the back of his neck.  Albus glanced down, only to find Fred and James weren't there.  The broom jerked sideways, and Al yelled, almost slipping off the broom.  

Suddenly, this felt like a nightmare.  

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Fred grinned at James, a pearl of laughter escaping from his lips. 

"Wait 'til he screams," James whispered, fingering his want, anticipating what would happen.  Just then, Albus screamed a blood-curdling scream.

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"Someone help me!"Albus yelled.  "Anyone..." his voice cracked.  He badly desperately wanted to get off his broom, but he couldn't, somehow. 

He blindly lost control, his terror making it clear.  

That was when he crashed into the apple orchard, trees snapping under the resulting explosion. Albus couldn't have survived. But he did.  

The last thing he saw was pure crystal.

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