Chapter 3: Riddle's RevengeChapter Three: Scorpius Malfoy and the Train
Albus glanced over his shoulder out the window of the carriage door as farms whizzed past then sighed and looked around for his brother. James had seemed to run off for his friends not wanting anything to do with his two year younger brother. Albus looked out of place and felt it too, jealous of the fact that James had had two years of Hogwarts experience under his belt while he, Albus, had none.
He wandered down the corridor of the train and finally spotted someone sitting in a compartment alone. He knocked on the door and slid it open slightly, Mind if I sit with you?
The boy looked up with his silver eyes and nodded slightly, Sure, youre one of Harry Potters kids arent you?
Albus looked a little shocked, Yeah. Im Albus but everyone calls me Al.
The boy extended his own hand, Scorpius Malfoy. Your father saved my fathers life a long time ago. Father pointed him out bef
Chapter 2: Riddle's RevengeChapter two: Next Generation Hogwarts
It wont be long and youll be going too. Harry told his daughter clinging to his arm.
Two years, Sniffed Lily, I want to go now!
The commuters stared curiously at the owls as the family wove its way towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Albuss voice drifted back to Harry over the surrounding clamor; his sons had resumed the argument they had started in the car.
I wont! I wont be in Slytherin!
James, give it a rest! Ginny called back.
I only said he might be, said James, grinning at his younger brother. Theres nothing wrong with that. He might be in Slyth
But James caught his mothers eye and fell silent. The five Potters approached the barrier. With a slightly cocky look over his shoulder at his younger brother, James took the trolley from his mother and broke into a run. A moment later, he vanished.
Chapter 1: Riddle's RevengeChapter One: The Iridescent Solar Eclipse
A woman was sitting in a large, black velvet, throne-like chair in front of a fireplace cackling with emerald flames. The emotion flaring behind her deep brown eyes could be nothing short of hatred and those who stood in her wake had been seeing it for years. The woman tossed her long, heavily braided, midnight black hair over one shoulder and stood making the three men behind her shudder and cower even though her slender form was obviously smaller with much less muscle then these men.
One of the men stepped forward and bowed low to the ground holding his arm out to her showing what had once been the heavily feared Dark Mark. She glared at him and stepped on it with her stiletto heeled boots leaving a deep imprint of it in his already scared arm. He cried out feeling the metal in her heel hit the bones in his wrist and had the very natural urge to run but could do nothing of the sort. She paused, smiling at his scream like an old friend before