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Pouring a can of pea soup into the toilet and pretending it was vomit? No, he'd done that the last time. Ketchup on the nose, pretending it was blood? No, that one was just stupid. Faking a headache? Nope, his mum would just turn that around on him and tell him it was his own fault for staying up too late the previous night.

Kaden Dursley sighed and sat up on his bed. He gazed out the window at the overcast sky. It was impossible to tell the time of day since the sun was blocked by clouds, but his clock said it was nearly one o'clock. It would probably rain later, which only worsened Kaden's mood.

Ever since Kaden awoke at noon, he had been trying to think up a good excuse to skip going to dinner at his grandparents' house later that day. His grandparents were possibly the most insufferable people on the face of the planet, save for his Aunt Marge.

Kaden had never liked his grandparents. Sure, they'd showered him with endless gifts on his birthdays and Christmas, but that was the only way they showed their affection. Well, aside from his grandmother's bone shattering hugs, which were surprisingly tight considering her small frame. His grandparents were downright boring, their conversations ranging from the weather to what the next door neighbors were doing that morning.

However, the absolute worst thing Kaden's grandparents had done was ensure that he had to go to Smelting's in the fall. Smelting's was an elite school that his grandfather and his father had both attended. Kaden had visited numerous times and hated everything about it. He hated the awful uniforms, the stuck-up professors, and the kids who constantly argued about whose father had the best job.

Kaden had told his parents that he didn't want to go. At first, his father was willing to consider letting him attend public school with all his friends, but after his grandfather had his say, there was no discussing the matter. Smelting's it was. And after that, he would surely be destined to work for Grunnings, the same drill company that his grandfather and father worked for. What a boring life.

Perhaps if he tried real hard, Kaden would be able to give himself a fever. He'd done it once, a few years ago. His parents had wanted him to attend some sort of work related party for his grandfather, and Kaden had been dreading it. Half hour before they were supposed to leave, his temperature spiked to five degrees above normal and he'd been able to skip the party. The best part was, the fever had been gone within the hour.

He had no idea how he'd done it, though. Kaden concentrated hard, thinking of hot things such as volcanos and the Equator, but even after fifteen minutes of thinking, he still felt perfectly normal. It must have been a fluke, the other time. Must've just been a random fever.

There was a soft knock on his door and Kaden hastily got out of his bed. He opened the door, revealing his mother standing in the doorway. She was a short woman with straight brown hair, the same color as his own, that was level with her chin.

“Kaden, good, you're awake,” she smiled. “Your grandfather wants to see you in your Smelting's uniform tonight. He's gotten a new digital camera and needs to take some pictures of you in it.”

Kaden groaned. “But I wore it last time I saw him.”

“I know,” she said. “But it's really not a big deal, is it?”

“Fine,” Kaden muttered.

His mother left and Kaden shut the door again. She had always been the peacekeeper in the family. Whether dousing arguments between Kaden and his seven-year-old sister, Bethany, or easing the tension between Kaden and his grandparents, she was always keeping the peace.

Not ten minutes later the door burst open and Bethany practically flew into the room. She never knocked, something Kaden would normally yell at her for. However, this time he was too shocked at her appearance to bother shouting.

Bethany was wearing a princess outfit, complete with sparkly shoes and a crown. She was grinning ear to ear and her long blonde hair was curled.

“Why are you wearing that?” Kaden asked. Bethany wasn't normally the girly type and preferred to wear jeans and a t-shirt while kicking a football around with Kaden.

“Grandma Petunia got it for me,” Bethany grinned, “It's so much better than the other princess costumes I've seen. Now Grandpa Vernon can take pictures of me, too.”

“Wish he'd just take pictures of you,” Kaden muttered.

“Mummy did my hair. Do you like it?” Bethany asked.

“Lovely,” Kaden replied.

“I-” Bethany began, but stopped as the doorbell rang. “I'll get it!” she shrieked as she ran out of the room.

Kaden ran after her. She wasn't supposed to get the door, and not only because of the reasons most parents wouldn't let their seven-year-old daughters answer the door. A few weeks ago she had purchased over fifty chocolate bars from a kid who was selling them, with their mum's money.

“Bethany, move!” Kaden shouted as they reached the door.

Kaden pushed her out of the way and peered out the window. There was a man standing on their front porch wearing an outfit even stranger than Bethany's. In fact, it kind of looked like Bethany's. It was a dress. A black robe-like dress. Kaden had to stifle his laughter as he opened the door.

“Hello,” the man greeted them. He was shorter than Kaden's father, but taller than Kaden. His blonde hair looked windswept and he had a happy smile on his face.

“Er, hi,” Kaden said, still trying not to laugh.

“Are your parents in?” the man asked.

“Yeah,” Kaden answered. “Bethany, go get them.”

“Why are you wearing a dress?” Bethany giggled.

“Not a dress,” the man said. “Go get your parents and I'll explain.”

More curious than ever, Kaden glared at Bethany until she turned around and ran into the kitchen. Kaden turned back to the man and watched him. He seemed nice enough, still smiling as he stood on the stoop. Kaden assumed he was selling something, perhaps the strange dress-like outfit he was wearing? If that was the case, then he'd have no luck at the Dursley's house. At least he hadn't showed up at Kaden's grandparents' house, though. He certainly wouldn't be smiling after that. Petunia and Vernon hated anything abnormal and that would certainly include men wearing dresses.

Bethany returned with their parents following behind her. Dudley was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that was stretched over his rather large belly. His blonde hair was neat and tidy, which Kaden was sure was due to the dinner with his grandparents. Normally Dudley didn't fuss around with his hair.

“Dudley and Christina Dursley?” the strange man asked.

“Yes,” Dudley said as he furrowed his brow. “Can I help you?”

“My name is Professor Neville Longbottom,” the man said as he stuck out his hand. “I have something I wish to discuss with you. May I come in?”

“I suppose,” Dudley said as he shook the professor's hand.

Kaden held the door open and Neville Longbottom stepped inside. Kaden followed as his parents lead them into the living room. Christina ran to fetch drinks while Neville settled himself onto one of the couches. Dudley sat in the chair across from him, looking confused and slightly shocked. Bethany was staring at Neville.

Kaden sat down in a beanbag chair on the floor and waited for the adults to start talking. He was glad his parents hadn't kicked him and Bethany out of the room. He hated when they did that. It was rather pointless anyway since Kaden had become very adept at listening in on his parents' conversations.

Christina returned with drinks and passed them out. Neville took a sip of his, set it down, and then turned to Dudley.

“This may come as a bit of a shock for you,” Neville began. “But I am a professor at Hogwarts.”

Dudley spat out his soda and started coughing. Christina let out a small gasp and turned to look at Dudley, who had gone pale white. The two shared a look and then turned back to Neville.

Kaden was more confused than ever. What was Hogwarts? A school? Why would a professor from a school he'd never heard of show up at his door? His parents had obviously heard of it.

“That's a stupid name,” Bethany announced.

“You don't mean,” Dudley began, ignoring Bethany. “You can't be serious. This has got to be a joke!”

“It's not a joke,” Neville assured him. “I've come to offer Kaden a place at Hogwarts.”

“But, but,” Dudley said faintly. “Oh my God.”

Kaden was fully alert now. What sort of school was Hogwarts? And what had he done to earn a place? He hadn't applied to any other schools besides Smelting's. Of course, if this Hogwarts school really was offering him a place, he wanted to go. Anything was better than Smelting's.

“But what is Hogwarts?” Kaden asked.

“Dudley,” Neville said quietly. “What have you told your children about Harry?”

Harry? What did Harry have to do with this? Kaden had met his dad's cousin, Harry Potter, only a few times. All he knew was that Harry had three kids around his own age and that they lived in London. For whatever reason, Kaden's family rarely visited them. Kaden found this rather odd since his grandparents had raised Harry after Harry's parents were killed in a car crash.

“Not much,” Dudley muttered.

“You told them Harry's parents were killed in a car crash, didn't you,” Neville said, more as a statement than a question.

“What else was I supposed to say?” Dudley groaned.

Kaden stared at his father, who was looking more and more uncomfortable. Had Harry's parents really not died in a car crash? Why would his dad lie about that?

“Well, you're going to have to explain now,” Neville said. “I'll wait. Unless you'd rather I do it-”

“No, no, I'll do it!” Dudley exclaimed. “But only if we decide that Kaden can attend this school.”

“Of course I'm going!” Kaden shouted. “Dad, you know I don't want to go to Smelting's and here's the perfect reason not to!”

“I don't know,” Dudley sighed. “What will my parents say?”

Nobody said anything for a few moments. Kaden continued to glare at his father. He was sick of having to do what his grandparents wanted. Why wouldn't his own father stick up for him?

“Enough,” Christina said loudly. “Look, Dudley, we knew this could happen. It runs in the genes! He's been making odd things happen for years. We tried to ignore the signs, but we knew it might happen. And frankly, I'm happy. You and I both know he wouldn't have been happy going to Smelting's. I also couldn't care less about what your parents think. You're a grown man, Dudley, make decisions regarding your kids based on what you think, not what your parents think.”

What ran in his genes? It couldn't be intelligence. Kaden knew he was average, no better than most of the kids his age. Maybe it was football skills? Kaden was a fair football player, but no one else in his family was particularly good. How would that run in his genes?

“All right,” Dudley said quietly. “He can go.”

“Excellent!” Kaden exclaimed. “Now can somebody tell me what Hogwarts is? And what exactly I've got running through my genes?”

Dudley looked up and his eyes met Kaden's. “Hogwarts is a school. A special school that Harry attended when we were kids. It's a school of magic, for witches and wizards-”

“Wait,” Kaden interrupted. “Magic? Like Abra Kadabra and magic wands and stuff?”

“Wands yes, but Abra Kadabra is not a spell,” Neville said as he pulled out a long stick which Kaden assumed was a wand.

Kaden watched skeptically as Neville pointed his wand at his glass of soda. He muttered something in a different language and the glass began to float. Kaden gaped as he glass floated around the room and then back to Neville. Neville caught it and then pocketed his wand.

“Holy crap,” Kaden gasped. “So I've got magic running through my genes?”

“Apparently so,” Dudley said.

“Then how come I can't do magic, like make my homework magically do itself?” Kaden asked.

“You aren't trained,” Neville said, “but even then you won't be able to make homework do itself. Think, Kaden, has anything ever happened to you that you can't explain?”

Kaden thought, then his eyes opened wide and he stared at Neville. “What if a person really didn't want to go somewhere and they got a fever all of a sudden and then it went away once they didn't have to go where they didn't want to?”

Neville grinned. “Yes, that would be magic. Did that happen to you?”

“Er, yes,” Kaden said, avoiding his father's eyes. “But I didn't do it on purpose. Trust me, I've tried to do it again and it doesn't work.”

“Of course you didn't do it on purpose.” Neville laughed. “Things like that happen to a lot of young witches and wizards.”

“But what about Harry?” Kaden asked. “You said his parents didn't die in a car crash?”

“They didn't,” Dudley said. “They were murdered by an evil wizard, Lord something or the other-”

“Voldemort,” Neville muttered.

“Right,” Dudley said. “Harry was sent to live with my parents and I, who told him his parents died in a car crash. They told him nothing about magic or his parents. They thought if they ignored the magic, they could stamp it out of him. They hate magic. When he turned eleven a man showed up to tell him all about it and offer him a place at Hogwarts.”

“So, do James, Albus, and Lily go to Hogwarts?” Kaden asked. “And is this Voldemort bloke still around?”

“James and Albus are currently attending Hogwarts, but Lily is too young,” Neville explained. “And Voldemort was defeated years ago; no need to worry.”

Kaden nodded. Quite a few questions were going through his head, but he couldn't figure out which to ask first.

“So,” Dudley said. “He's going to have to get a- a wand?” Dudley's face paled a bit when he said 'wand'.

“Yes,” Neville smiled, “Everything you need can be found in Diagon Alley in London.” He rose from his chair and pulled a letter out of his robes, handing it to Kaden. “Your acceptance letter and list of supplies.”

Kaden took the letter and ripped it open. It was printed on thicker paper than what he was used to, almost like the sort of paper he imagined people wrote on centuries ago.

He unfolded it and read it aloud to his parents and Bethany. It told him of his acceptance and was signed by the deputy headmistress, Professor Padma Patil. Then it said that the Hogwarts Express would leave from King's Cross station on September first, from a platform 9 3/4.

“9 ¾?” Kaden asked questioningly. “That's not a real platform, is it?”

“It is,” Neville laughed. “It's hidden from Muggles.”

“Muggles?” Kaden repeated.

“People who can't perform magic, such as your parents,” Neville explained.

“Oh,” Kaden replied as he unfolded the list of supplies. It was full of odd books such as Magical Herbs and Fungi, brass scales, and even a pewter cauldron. If his father hadn't have already known about magic, he would've thought the whole thing was a joke.

“I can take you to London and show you where Diagon Alley is, if you would like,” Neville suggested.

“No, no, I think I'll ask Harry,” Dudley said.

“That's fine,” Neville replied. “Do either of you have anymore questions?”

“Am I a witch?” Bethany asked.

“Well, I'm not sure,” Neville answered. “If you get a letter the summer you're eleven then you're a witch. If not, then you're not a witch.”

“Oh,” Bethany said disappointedly. “I want to be a witch.”

“I'm sure Kaden will tell you all about Hogwarts once he's there,” Neville assured her as he stood up. “I'm going to have to go, but if you've got any questions, just get ahold of Harry.”

“Thanks,” Dudley said as he shook Neville's hand. He still looked in shock and not all the color had returned to his face.

“I'll see you at Hogwarts,” Neville said to Kaden.

“What do you teach?” Kaden asked.

“Herbology,” Neville replied. “Magical plants.”

Kaden watched as Neville left the house and then turned his attention to his parents. Dudley had slowly sat down on the nearest chair and let out a small moan.
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The only sound at dinner was the chink of utensils hitting the china plates and the loud burp that Kaden let out after chugging half a glass of soda, earning him a stern gaze from his grandmother. It seemed that nobody could think of anything to talk about. Even the usual topics of the weather, sports, and work had been exhausted.

Kaden and Bethany had been given strict orders by their father not to mention anything about Hogwarts, Harry, or magic whatsoever. Kaden's grandparents hated magic with a passion, something that kind of amused Kaden but seemed to frighten his father. Kaden has also learned that his grandparents did not like Harry due to his being a wizard, which explained why he rarely saw Harry or his children.

Vernon and Petunia were still under the impression that Kaden was going to attend Smelting's and Kaden had just endured an hour of having his photo taken by his grandfather while wearing his Smelting's uniform.

“You should get involved with boxing at Smelting's,” Vernon said in between bites of potatoes. “Your dad was a champion boxer when he was there.”

“I like football,” Kaden muttered while wondering if Hogwarts would have football. Wizards would still play sports, wouldn't they?

“Football...” Vernon muttered. “Better than nothing, I suppose. Smelting's does have an excellent football team. I'll give the coach a ring and let him know you'll be joining.”

“Well I'm not sure yet what I'll be joining,” Kaden said as he pushed his carrots around his plate.

“You'll join a sport, though,” Vernon insisted. “Boys grow into proper men when they play a sport.”

“We'll need to bulk you up, too,” Petunia commented as she placed another pork chop on Kaden's plate.

“I've already been to the school twice,” Vernon said as he took another large gulp of brandy. “Spoke with all your professors and they're quite excited to meet you. Long line of Dursley men who attended Smelting's, you know.”

“Yeah, you've mentioned it five times,” Kaden said under his breath.

“What was that?” Vernon asked.

“Nothing,” Kaden muttered.

Kaden really didn't like lying to his grandparents. His parents had always taught him that lying was wrong, but now he knew that they had been lying to him his whole life about Harry. Now, he had to lie to his grandparents. How long would he have to keep lying?

“Dudley had a wonderful time at Smelting's,” Petunia commented as she refilled Vernon's brandy glass. “Another glass, Dudley?”

“No, no, I'm fine,” Dudley said. His own brandy glass was still half-full.

“Every holiday, coming home with wonderful stories of your friends and all you'd done during the past term...” Petunia smiled as she reminisced.

“And that's where he started his boxing career!” Vernon said proudly. “You'll do us proud, Kaden. You've got the Dursley blood.”

Not really, Kaden thought. More like he had the Potter blood. Or perhaps not. He wasn't technically related to the Potter side of the family, just the Evans side. So he had Evans blood.

“You know what?” Christina said. “That's it. Dudley, we're telling them.”

“Telling us what?” Vernon asked, setting down his brandy glass.

“We can't,” Dudley hissed. “We said we wouldn't tell them tonight.”

“This is ridiculous, Dudley,” Christina said. “It's not fair to the kids.”

“Tell us what?” Vernon asked, more loudly this time.

Christina stood up. “I'd like to talk with you in private, Dudley.”

Dudley got up and followed Christina out of the room. The two of them disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Kaden and Bethany alone with their grandparents. Petunia was sitting straight up, wearing a pinched expression, and staring at the kitchen door. Vernon was sipping on his brandy again. It was all very awkward. Kaden pushed his uneaten food around on his plate and tried to avoid his grandfather's eye.

Christina and Dudley returned a few minutes later, Christina looking triumphant and Dudley looking anxious. They resumed their seats and Christina gave Dudley a knowing look.

Dudley sighed and glanced at Vernon, before staring at his plate. “Mum, Dad, we've got to tell you something. Kaden's not going to Smelting's.”

Vernon dropped his brandy glass and it shattered onto the table. Petunia looked so shocked that she did not even move to clean it up. “He's WHAT?” Vernon exclaimed.

“He's not going,” Dudley said quickly. “It's not for him. He hasn't wanted to go there from the start and we're not going to force him.”

Kaden felt his grandfather staring at him, despite the fact that he was not looking up from his plate. “That's not true, Kaden,” Vernon said.

“It is,” Kaden muttered. Kaden finally looked up and saw that his uncle was staring agape at Dudley. Petunia looked mildly uncomfortable.

“Then where's he going?” Vernon asked. “Not public school. You know the issues that exist with them.”

“Yes, public school,” Dudley said immediately. Christina turned and glared at him.

“Public school?” Vernon roared.

Public school? Kaden thought. Was his dad really going to switch one lie for another?

“He wants to stay with his friends, Dad,” Dudley said. “We just can't force him to go somewhere that he doesn't want to go.”

“Every boy in our family has gone to Smelting's!” Vernon exclaimed as he slammed his fist down on the table. “You can't break that tradition.”

“Vernon...” Petunia said quietly. “Kaden is their son. It's up to them.”

“It's outrageous, Petunia. The boy won't get a proper education in public school,” Vernon insisted.

Kaden wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Was that the sort of thing he could do with magic? It would be very useful for dinners with his grandparents.

“You'll regret this, Dudley,” Vernon said. “Mark my words. Smelting's is the only suitable school out there. He's going to miss out on a lot.”

Kaden glanced up and glared at his grandfather, who luckily did not notice. Why was he so against any school besides Smelting's? He knew the reason why Dudley didn't want his grandfather to know he was attending Hogwarts, but would it really be that awful if they told him? Did he really hate magic that much? But he, Kaden, was a wizard. A wizard just like Harry, and Vernon hated Harry and all wizards. Did that mean his own grandfather would hate him, Kaden? It gave Kaden a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach and he pushed his plate away.

“May I be excused?” Kaden asked quietly.

“Yes, that's fine,” Christina said as Vernon continued to shout.

Kaden escaped the dining room and ran upstairs to the smallest bedroom. He knew it had been Harry's bedroom, although it no longer contained any remnants of his wizard cousin. It was neat as could be, decorated in pastels and flowers. Kaden sat on the bed and stared out the window.

Earlier in the day he'd felt so excited about finding out that he was a wizard. It explained all the strange things he'd done in the past. The fever was not the only time something inexplicable had happened to him. Once, he had fallen off his bike, landed hard on his wrist, and suffered no more than a scratch. Another time he'd left a library book at home that he had meant to bring back to school, only to find that it had appeared in his backpack during lunch.

Why hadn't his dad told him about Harry being a wizard? Perhaps there was some sort of law preventing wizards telling Muggles about magic? That would explain why most Muggles did not know about magic. But his mother had known. Dudley had clearly told her. Harry must have done strange things as a child and Kaden wondered if his own father had realized what Kaden was when he did strange things.

There was a knock on the door a few minutes later. Christina popped her head into the room and told Kaden they were leaving. She looked angry. Kaden nodded and quickly followed her down the stairs and out the door, without even saying goodbye to his grandparents.
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The next few weeks were both exciting and awkward. Kaden put up a calendar on his wall to count down the days until he got to leave for Hogwarts. Harry had said he would take them to Diagon Alley a few weeks before term started and Kaden was very much looking forward to that.

Kaden's parents had a very big row in the days following the dinner at Vernon and Petunia's. Christina insisted that they tell Vernon and Petunia about Kaden attending Hogwarts and Dudley still wanted to keep it a secret. In fact, during those few weeks, they did not see Vernon and Petunia at all, when they normally saw them once a week.

It took a long time for Christina to convince Dudley that he should tell his parents about Kaden attending Hogwarts, but she finally did. In fact, it was the evening before Kaden and his family were to go to Diagon Alley with Harry that they went over to Vernon and Petunia's for dinner once more.

The affair was very quiet at first, with nobody knowing what to say and the only phrases mentioned being “pass the salt” or “could I have some more brandy, please?” Kaden did not say a single word, which even he knew was rare, since he liked to talk a lot.

It was Vernon who finally broke the silence. “Still set on this public school, are you?”

Dudley and Christina exchanged glances. “No, actually, Kaden was never going to attend public school,” Dudley said quietly. “He's been selected to go to a small, private school in Scotland. He didn't apply, but he's been selected to attend.”

“Then why did you tell us-”

“He's going to Hogwarts, Dad,” Dudley interrupted, clearly wanting to get it over with. “There. I told you. He's going to Hogwarts. Kaden is a wizard, just like Harry.”

Kaden watched as both of his grandparents visibly paled. Vernon dropped his brandy glass. Petunia let out what could only be described as a small squeak. Vernon's face then turned the purplish color it did when he got angry.

Petunia squeaked again and Vernon slammed his fist down on the table. “That place! That place where the boy went. Where ABNORMAL people go. You can't honestly be thinking of sending Kaden there?! I won't have it, I won't!”

“It's not up to you,” Christina said shortly. “He's our son.”

“He's going, Dad,” Dudley said quietly. “Christina and I, we had a feeling....”

“A feeling about what?” Petunia asked.

“Kaden's done strange things,” Dudley answered. “Like Harry did when we were kids. We never told him about magic, but we half expected this.” Dudley left out the part about him debating whether or not to let Kaden attend.

Vernon gave Kaden a very strange look, one that made Kaden feel mildly uncomfortable. It was a weird mix of confusion, anger, and the slightest bit of revulsion, as if he could not stand to think that someone actually related to him was a wizard. Vernon had surely prided himself on the fact that he was not actually related to Harry.

“You don't have to send him there,” Vernon said, after he tore his eyes away from Kaden. “It's not required. You're under no obligation-”

“He's going, Dad,” Dudley said. “It's what's best for him.”

“No, it's not!” Vernon exclaimed. “He'll get mixed up that same crowd that your aunt did and you know what happened to her.”

“She was murdered!” Dudley exclaimed. “You can't blame her for being murdered. And the madman who did it is gone.”

“He'd be better off at Smelting's,” Vernon muttered as he poured himself another generous helping of brandy, in a new glass. “Smelting's won't be happy to hear this.”

Kaden couldn't care less about Smelting's. He was just happy he'd never have to set foot in the place again. Anything would be better than Smelting's and what little he knew about Hogwarts was better. He just wished his grandfather would be a little more accepting. Kaden may not have particularly liked his grandfather, but he still loved him and hated feeling as if it was not mutual.

Vernon sighed and stared at Kaden once more. Kaden immediately looked down at his plate of uneaten food.

“Vernon,” Petunia said quietly. “He's still your grandson. You may not like that he's a wizard, but he's still your grandson.”

Vernon chose to ignore this and continued eating. The table settled into uncomfortable silence once more and Kaden managed to choke down a few bites of chicken before Petunia brought out dessert. She served Kaden a very large helping of pudding, but he only ate a few bites before stopping.

Kaden and his family did not linger after pudding was finished. No one seemed inclined to visit any longer. Vernon and Petunia walked them to the door, but Vernon beckoned Kaden into the living room before they left.

“Er,” Vernon began. “Your grandmother's right. You are still my grandson. I can't say that I'm not disappointed you're not going to Smelting's and I absolutely hate that other...school...but you're still my grandson.” Vernon gave Kaden an awkward one-armed hug.

Kaden nodded, smiling. As far as he was concerned, that was as good as an apology from his grandfather. He caught up with his parents and Bethany, gave his grandmother a hug, and they left.

Kaden lay in bed that night feeling very content. His grandparents may not have been happy about his attending Hogwarts, but they did not seem to hate him for being a wizard, and that was as good as he expected. Plus, the following day he would get to go to Diagon Alley with Harry and the rest of his magical cousins. It would be his first taste of the magical world and he could not wait.
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A/N: Big thanks to my Skype writing group who helped me come up with a title for this! Especially to Mikayla, who came up with the title I used.

If you enjoyed this, check out Albus Potter and the Tracks They Left Behind, in which Kaden's story is continued in.

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.
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Albus Severus Potter stared out his bedroom window and watched as an owl flew closer and closer to Grimmauld Place. The sun was just above the horizon and was already shining brightly into Albus's room. Albus ran a hand through his messy black hair as he waited for the owl. True, he didn't really know if the owl was for him or not, but he was eager to see. He was the only one awake at this hour anyway. His brother James was surely sleeping in, as he had been doing all summer. Albus slept in for the first few weeks, but after a while the novelty wore off and he started rising at an earlier hour. Albus watched the owl through his green eyes as it soared towards his window. Albus leaned over and opened the latch, and the owl landed on his desk.

It was a large brown screech owl that Albus immediately recognized as his friend, Matt Eckerton's. It stood proudly on top of Albus's Transfiguration book with its leg sticking out, waiting for Albus to untie its letter. Albus went over to the owl and retrieved the letter. Once he did so, the owl flapped its wings and flew out the window once more. Albus flopped down onto his bed and ripped open the envelope. It had been weeks since he had last seen his friends from Hogwarts and eagerly anticipated their letters. John Brickston and Matt Eckerton had each written him a couple times. Albus unfolded the letter and silently read it.

Albus,

My parents said yes! I can go to yours and Rose's birthday party!
I really wasn't sure if they'd actually let me, but they've been
talking to your parents a lot and they finally agreed. They've got
it all arranged. I'm going to go to your house a couple days before
the party, in about three weeks, and I can stay a couple days after,
too. But then I'll have to go home; you know why.

We're going to meet up with you in Diagon Alley, since we're not
on the Floo Network. John tells me he's visiting some of his
cousins right before your party, but that he'll be able to stay at
your house after.

I can't wait until the party. Things at my house are dreadfully
boring. And my parents have been kinda depressed. Amy
moved out last week. You probably already knew that since
Victoire went with her. But Mum's been crying a lot. She's
talking about how her baby is all grown up.

Anyway, I'll see you in a few weeks!
Your friend,
Matt

Albus grinned broadly as he set Matt's letter down next to John's most recent one. He was thrilled that both of his best friends would be able to go to his birthday party. John had said yes right away, but Matt's parents were very protective of him and had to be convinced. Both of his friends would wind up spending about a week with Albus and he couldn't wait. Albus wondered what Mrs. Eckerton would do with herself while her son was at Grimmauld Place. Albus had only met the woman twice, but he got the feeling that she was even more protective of her children than his own grandmother was. He could only imagine what Matt's mum was doing now that her daughter had moved out. Only a week before, Matt's sister ,Amy, and Albus's cousin, Victoire, had moved into a flat in London. The two of them were beginning their Healer training in September.

Albus heard footsteps running down the hall that he recognized immediately as his little sister Lily's. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly nine. His mother must be up, too. Albus got up from the bed and got dressed. He opened the door and went down to the kitchen. When he got there, he saw his mother standing near the fire tending to a cauldron. Lily was sitting at the table in her pajamas, playing with her pet pygmy puff.

Albus sat down next to her and watched her as she fed the small creature Wizard O's.

"Hi, Albus!" she said cheerfully, "Wanna feed Martin?"

"Er, no thanks," Albus told her.

"Hi, Al," Ginny looked up from the cauldron and smiled at him, "I'm cooking some oatmeal."

"Sounds good," Albus said as his stomach growled, "I got a letter from Matt just now. He can come to the party and he's coming a few days early."

"That's wonderful," Ginny smiled and went back to stirring the cauldron.

"Would young master like any pumpkin juice?" Kreacher appeared at Albus's side carrying a flagon of juice and a cup.

"Sure, thanks, Kreacher," Albus told the house elf. Albus liked Kreacher. He was always there to help whenever Albus needed him. Harry had told him that Kreacher was not always this nice, but Albus could hardly imagine it.

Albus took the glass of pumpkin juice and grabbed the copy of the morning Prophet that was laying nearby. He immediately opened it to the Quidditch section. "Ha!" he laughed when he saw the headline, "I wonder if Matt's read this!"

Ginny glanced over at Albus's shout and looked at him quizzically. "The Chudley Cannons just lost another game. Their newest Seeker tripped over his own broom as he was kicking off from the ground and gave himself a black eye," Albus laughed. "Matt supports the Cannons."

"Who supports the Cannons?" James came slowly down the stairs, yawning as he rubbed his eyes.

"Matt does," Albus said and he tossed James the paper, "Read that."

James read the paper silently for a few minutes and then burst out laughing. "They're hopeless."

Albus nodded in agreement as he started eating the oatmeal that Ginny had served him. He discussed Quidditch with James and his mother for the next half hour. All of them agreed that the Cannons had no chance of ever making it to the League Cup. When Albus had finished his oatmeal, Harry came stumbling down the stairs in his pajamas.

"There's oatmeal in the cauldron, honey," Ginny smiled warmly at him and got up from the table. She planted a quick kiss on his face as he reached for an empty bowl.

Albus twisted his face up in disgust as James shouted, "Mum! Can't you do that when we're not looking?"

"Someday you'll understand, James," Ginny laughed, "Someday soon, girls won't have cooties anymore."

"That's already happened," James muttered quietly so only Albus could hear him, "It's just I'll never want to see my own parents doing that."

"Do you have to go into work today?" Ginny asked as Harry sat down next to her at the table.

"No, thank Merlin," Harry told her, "First Saturday off in a month. I hadn't realized how far I got behind when I was teaching."

"Have you decided if you're teaching yet next year?" James asked. He and Albus had been asking their father this over and over again for the past month, but he had yet to make a decision.

Harry sighed, "I'm still not sure. Professor Kendrick is looking for another teacher, but he hasn't found anyone yet. It would seem as if people think the job's cursed again. If he doesn't find anyone else, I guess I'll do it."

"I hope you do teach, Dad," Albus told him, "I like having you for a teacher."

Harry grinned, "I'm glad you like it. What do you say we have a Wizard's Chess tournament after breakfast?"

"Yeah!" Albus shouted excitedly. "Might actually have a chance at winning since Uncle Ron and Rose aren't here."

The whole Potter family played game after game of chess, until James was declared the champion. By the time lunch rolled around, Albus was sick of the game. "Can we go play Quidditch after lunch?" he asked.

"Maybe," Harry said in between bites. Harry often took them to play Quidditch at Rose's house. Since the Potters lived in London, they really couldn't play Quidditch at their own house. "Rose won't be there, though. They're visiting Aunt Hermione's parents."

"That's all right," Albus said, "Rose doesn't really like Quidditch anyway."

"I'll never understand that," James sighed.

At that moment, Albus heard a high pitched ring coming from the kitchen counter. He looked over and saw the small mobile phone that always sat next on the window sill. The Potters did not have many Muggle devices in their house, but they did have one telephone in case they had to contact any Muggles. Usually the phone was just used when Harry talked to his cousin, Dudley. But James and Albus had given the number to their Muggle born friends. Amanda had called Albus earlier in the summer to tell him that she would be able to go to his party.

Harry glanced at Ginny, who shrugged. It was obvious that neither of them were expecting a call. Harry wordlessly got up from the table and answered the phone. "Hello?" he said. He went quiet for a few moments while whoever was on the other end told him something. Harry's eyes widened in shock and a grin spread cross his face. "What? Are you serious? Dudley, that's brilliant!"

Dudley? Albus thought. Normally, Dudley only called around holidays and birthdays. Even then, the conversations tended to be short and not filled with excitement like this one obviously was. Albus was very curious at this point and he glanced at James, who looked just as curious.

Harry's excitement calmed down a bit as he continued the conversation. "Well, you'll have to tell them sometime. Yes, I know they won't be thrilled," he paused, furrowing his brow as he listened. "No, I'm not going to tell them for you!"

Harry listened for a few moments as he started to pace alongside the counter. "Hmm, well, if you'd like, we'll take him to Diagon Alley with us when we go. You can come, too, of course."

Harry talked for a few more minutes and then hung up the phone. He started laughing as he sat back down at the table. "Just spoken with Dudley...."

"Yes, I'd guessed that!" Ginny said quickly, "What about?"

"You'll never guess...."

"So tell us!" Ginny replied.

"Kaden is a wizard," Harry grinned.

Albus's mouth fell open. Harry's cousin, Dudley, had two kids. The older one, Kaden, was a little younger than Albus. Dudley had never been a fan of magic and Albus could only imagine what he would think of his own son being a wizard.

"You're kidding!" Ginny shouted.

"Nope, he got his letter this morning," Harry told them, "The owl scared the heck out of Christina, but Dudley says Kaden is thrilled." Christina was Dudley's wife. Dudley had told his wife about magic, but had not gone into great detail and neither of the kids knew anything about it. "He's not looking forward to telling Vernon and Petunia."

"I would think not," Ginny said, "Merlin, they're going to flip."

"Dudley actually asked me if I'd tell them," Harry laughed, "I told them definitely not."

"Good," Ginny agreed, "I wouldn't even want to be in the same room as your aunt and uncle the moment they find out about Kaden."

Harry and Ginny continued to talk about Kaden even after James and Albus left the table. The two of them went up to James's room, where they spent a few minutes discussing it themselves.

"Wonder what house he'll be in," Albus said as he tossed around one of James's practice Snitches.

"I'd guess Hufflepuff," James commented. Albus had to agree with that. He had met his cousin, Kaden, before and he'd seemed the Hufflepuff sort. James had managed to pull quite a few pranks on him over the years and he didn't seem to be the sharpest quill in the box. Albus remembered the last time they'd seen Kaden. It had been a couple years ago. Albus and his family tended to visit the Dursleys every couple of years, but the Dursleys had never been to Grimmauld Place. Albus guessed it was probably because Kaden and his sister didn't know about magic. Well, they did now, Albus thought.

"Think he'll be any good at Quidditch?" Albus asked.

"Who knows?" James shrugged, "He's never been on a broom before, but look at Dad."

"I can't wait to see him eat Bertie Bott's Beans for the first time," Albus grinned mischievously, "The first time Amanda had one of those, she spat it out in John's face."

"I guess he's coming to Diagon Alley with us. Dudley, too, probably," James said, "That'll be interesting."

"Yeah, I can't wait to see what Dudley thinks of the place," Albus laughed.

"Just wait until Kaden asks for his first broom," James grinned.

Albus burst out laughing, thinking of the look on Dudley's face when Kaden announced he was going to play Quidditch, "We'll have to teach him how to play Quidditch!"

"Definitely," James agreed. "This is going to be a great year, I can feel it!"

"That's because you get to go to Hogsmeade this year," Albus reminded him.

"I know," James grinned, "I can't wait!"

"Plus, Washburn's gone," Albus commented, "Wonder who they'll get to replace him?"

"Hopefully someone who's not a Slytherin-loving git."

"Or who wants to steal the Hallows."

"Or who's goal in life is to become the next Voldemort."

"Or who stares at you so menacingly you can't even perform the simplest spells."

"Or who gives you detention every other day."

James and Albus continued to list off Washburn's faults, which quickly turned into insulting the way he looked, until they were both laughing so hard they were in tears. They were still laughing hysterically when Harry came into the room a while later.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

Albus stopped laughing and looked up at him, grinning, "We, er, were talking about Washburn."

"Ever notice how he's kind of got a unibrow?" James asked, laughing.

"I guess," Harry smiled. "Anyway, do you two want to go play Quidditch?"

"Yeah!" the boys shouted at the same time. James grabbed his broom off the top of his desk and found a Quaffle, along with a practice Snitch.

Albus ran out of the room and grabbed one of his mother's old brooms from the nearby cupboard. It was old and started vibrating if you flew too fast, but it worked. He was hoping he would get a new broom if he made it onto the Quidditch team this year. "Ready," he said as he rejoined his dad and brother.

"Are Mum and Lily coming?" James asked.

"No, they've got some shopping to do in Diagon Alley," Harry told them as he left the room, "I think we'll Floo."

Albus followed his dad and James down the stairs and into the drawing room. Harry grabbed a handful of Floo powder, threw it into the fire, and shouted, "Ron and Hermione Weasley's house!" James followed after him, and then Albus.

Albus landed in his Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's living room. Their house was a small, cozy place in the middle of a field with a forest nearby. It seemed strangely quiet without anyone else in it. Albus, James, and their dad headed out the door and into the field. Albus watched as Harry pulled out his wand and muttered a few spells that would keep the Snitch from roaming too far.

"Let's do some Quaffle drills," Albus suggested as he mounted his broom, "I need to practice for try-outs."

Harry and James agreed and mounted their brooms as well. The two of them were up in the air before Albus was, due to their superior brooms. Albus saw James release the Snitch and wait a few moments before taking off after it. Harry had the Quaffle in his hand and once Albus was in the air, he passed it to him. Whipping out his wand, Harry conjured a large wooden hoop and suspended it in mid-air.

"There you go, Al," Harry grinned, "Try and put the Quaffle through that. I'll Keep."

"You've got to conjure two more, Dad," Albus told him, "Otherwise it's too easy for you."

Harry laughed and conjured a few more hoops. Albus flew around him for a little while before sending the Quaffle into the left most hoop. Harry was too slow and the Quaffle sailed through.

"Good one!" James shouted as he caught the Quaffle on the other side. He tossed it to Harry, who then tossed it back to Albus.

They continued playing for a couple hours, taking short breaks to rest. Albus managed to score a lot of goals, with Harry only blocking a couple. After a while of catching and releasing the Snitch, James joined Albus and the two of them teamed up against Harry. Harry wasn't able to save many goals with both his sons passing the Quaffle back and forth. Eventually, they all got tired and decided to call it a day. Albus flooed back to Grimmauld Place tired, but happy.
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A/N: Well, here it is, the first chapter of the sequel! I hope everyone enjoyed it. Just a note to any new readers out there, I highly recommend you read Albus Potter and the Secrets Within, which can be found on my author page.

Thanks to my sister and beta, Dancer_of_Starlight. Thanks as well to my other sister and my brother.

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Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.
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"Can we go now, Dad?" Albus asked impatiently. He was supposed to meet Matt at the Leaky Cauldron in five minutes, but Harry was on the phone talking to Dudley.

"Dudley, you just have to tell them, all right?" Harry sighed, "You can't keep it from them forever."

"Dad..." Albus tapped his foot. Harry said he would take Albus to Diagon Alley a half hour ago, but then Dudley had called. The two of them had been talking for the past thirty minutes.

"Listen, Dudley," Harry began, "I've got to take Albus to Diagon Alley. Yes, that's the place Kaden will go to get his stuff. Ok, I'll talk to you later. Bye." Harry closed the phone and set it down on the windowsill.

"Finally!" Albus sighed, "Can we go now?"

"Yes," Harry told him, "Sorry about that. Dudley still hasn't told Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia about Kaden. I've told him he's got to do it soon."

Albus followed his dad to the fireplace and the two of them flooed to the Leaky Cauldron. The pub was very crowded since it was a Saturday. Albus tried to peek through the crowd in order to find his friend, but he didn't see Matt.

"Hey, it's Harry Potter!" someone sitting at the bar shouted. He was clearly drunk. "Hi Harry Potter!" he waved lazily.

Everyone else in the pub looked over at the fireplace that Harry and Albus just came through. Harry nodded to the drunken wizard as he and Albus walked past the bar. The crowd parted in order to allow them through. Once they made it through the crowd, Albus spotted Matt and his parents at one of the tables in the back. Albus hurried over to him with Harry following closely behind.

"Matt!" Albus shouted as he sat down, "How are you?"

"I'm great! How are you?"

"Brilliant," Albus grinned, "I'm so glad you could come."

"Me, too. I've been bored out of my mind," Matt told him, "I've even started some of my homework."

"Wow, you must've been bored," Albus laughed.

Harry sat down next to Mr. Eckerton and the two of them shook hands. "Why don't we get some lunch?" Harry suggested. Everyone agreed.

"Hi, Harry!" A pregnant Hannah Longbottom walked over to their table.

"Hannah, how've you been?" Harry asked.

"Fine," Hannah grinned, "Just a couple more months and there will be another Baby Longbottom! So, what can I get you?"

The group ordered their food and a short while later it arrived. Albus and Matt spent the whole time telling each other about their weeks apart while the adults talked quietly with each other.

"So guess what?" Albus said while eating a bit of his sandwich.

"What?" Matt asked.

"You know my cousin, Kaden?" Albus grinned.

"Is he your dad's cousin Dudley's kid?"

"Yeah, and he's a wizard!"

"What?!" Matt spat out a mouthful of pumpkin juice.

"Matthew," Mrs. Eckerton scolded, "Be polite."

"Sorry, Mum," Matt wiped the pumpkin juice up off the table and turned back to Albus, "Are you serious?"

"Yup, he got his letter a couple weeks ago," Albus told him, "Mad, isn't it? Of course, it isn't that surprising. I mean, there's obviously magic in the family."

"Yeah," Matt laughed, "But what did your Uncle Vernon say?"

"Dunno, Dudley hasn't told him yet," Albus said, "That's why we were a little late. Dad was on the phone with Dudley trying to convince him to tell Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia."

"We'd better be getting home," Harry stood up, "See you in a few days, Walter and Julie."

Albus, Matt, and his parents stood up as well, "See you then," Mr. Ecketon replied and turned to Matt, "Have fun, and don't make too much trouble."

Mrs. Eckerton hugged Matt tightly, "I love you, Matthew. Don't hesitate to owl if you need us."

"I'll be fine, Mum," Matt replied once his mother stopped hugging him.

"Don't worry, Julie," Mr. Eckerton put an arm around his wife, "Let's go visit Amy before we go home." Mrs. Eckerton nodded and the two of them left the pub.

"We're flooing home," Harry said as they walked over to the fireplace, "Have you ever done that, Matt?"

"Er, yeah, but not in a couple years," Matt eyed the fireplace nervously.

"You'll be fine," Harry told him, "Just throw the powder in and say 'Number 12 Grimmauld Place.'"

"12 Grimmauld Place," Matt repeated, "Got it."

"You can go first, Al," Harry handed him the bag of floo powder.

Albus threw it into the fire and shouted, "Number 12 Grimmuald Place!" He was whisked away in a swirl of green fire and came out in the drawing room of his house. He quickly stepped away and waited for Matt and his dad to appear.

A few minutes later, Matt fell out of the fire and landed on the floor. He was coughing and sputtering. "I didn't like that," he groaned as he stood up.

"You'd better step away," Albus pulled Matt away from the fire just before Harry appeared.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked when he saw Matt coughing.

"Yeah, I think so," Matt coughed, "But I think I prefer Apparition."

"You get used to it," Albus told him, "Come on, you can drop your stuff in my room."

"Wow, this is a pretty big house," Matt gazed around as he followed Albus up the stairs. "Reminds me of the house we had in Australia."

"Yeah, it used to be Sirius's house," Albus told him, "It was a lot different then. It had a lot of creepy and Dark stuff in it. The Black family was pretty involved in the Dark Arts. Except for Sirius, and his brother Regulus changed his views at the end of his life and tried to destroy a Horcrux. Anyway, my dad managed to get most of the Dark stuff out."

"Well, that's good," Matt said as they entered the next floor.

"My room's the last one on the right, but first I've got to show you something," Albus led Matt into one of the other rooms, "This is James's room. But it used to be Sirius's."

"Your brother's not very neat, is he?" Matt asked as he stepped over a pile of dirty school robes and books.

"Nope, he's not," Albus said and walked over to one of the walls, "Here's what I wanted to show you," he pointed to a picture of four boys, "Sirius put a bunch of pictures up on the wall and no one can get them off. My dad covered up most of them, but he left this one. It's my grandpa, Sirius, Teddy's dad, and Peter Pettigrew."

"Wow," Matt stared at the picture, "So that's Moony, the only other, you know, to have gone to Hogwarts?"

"Yup," Albus told him, "Thought you'd like to see it."

"Yeah, thanks," Matt said, still looking at the picture.

"Well, do you want to go to my room?" Albus asked after a few minutes.

"Sure," Matt replied, turning away from the picture. "Let's go."

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A few days later, John arrived at Grimmauld Place. The boys spent their time playing games and talking. John was just as shocked as Matt was that Kaden was a wizard. Harry took them to Rose's house to play Quidditch a few times. Amanda was there and the five of them managed to do a bit of homework after Rose prodded them a few times.

"So, what do you want to do now?" John asked. The three boys were lounging around in Albus's room, tossing a Quaffle back and forth.

"I dunno," Matt threw the Quaffle to Albus, "What do you want to do?"

"Hmm," Albus caught the Quaffle and stopped to think. He had given his friends the grand tour of Grimmauld Place as soon as they'd arrived, but there was one place he had yet to show them. "Want to explore the attic?" he grinned mischievously.

"Yeah!" John jumped up from the bed. "What's in it?"

"All sorts of old stuff," Albus replied. "I don't go up there very often, but it's great for exploring."

"Let's go," Matt agreed and got up.

Albus led his friends down the hall and towards the stairs. They climbed all the way up to the top and opened the door. The attic of Number 12 Grimmauld Place was a very large room, filled with old boxes and furniture. It was dark, cramped, and dusty and hard to move around in. "Here we are," Albus announced and walked into the room.

"Whoa," John exclaimed, "What is all this stuff?"

"Mostly old Black family heirlooms and other stuff that belonged to the Black family. But some of it is my mum and dad's. When they moved in, they moved a lot of the stuff that was here originally into the attic," Albus explained.

"It's not dangerous, is it?" Matt asked as he peered into one of the boxes.

"Nah," Albus assured him, "My parents got rid of all the dangerous and dark stuff."

"Wicked!" John shouted as he pulled out an old silver tea tray, "I'll bet this is worth loads of galleons."

"Probably," Albus agreed and went over to examine the tray, "It's got the Black family crest on it, too."

"What's in there?" Matt had walked over to the only door leading off the room, besides the one they had come in.

Albus jumped over three boxes and threw himself against the door. "Don't go in there!" he shouted.

"Why not?" Matt asked curiously.

"There's a portrait of Sirius's mum in there," Albus told them, "She's horrible. The portrait used to be in the hallway downstairs, but my dad managed to use a relocation charm to get it up here. He couldn't banish it from the house, though. There's some sort of charm on it that keeps it in the house."

"What did she do to make you keep her up here?" John asked.

"She insults everyone who comes into the house. The screaming's awful. My Uncle Percy came up here once looking for some spare kitchen utensils and we hadn't told him not to go in there. It took three hours to shut her up."

"She sounds horrible," Matt agreed.

"I bet she was worse when she was alive," Albus commented. The two of them walked back over to the box John was rifling through.

"Look at all this!" John grinned, "The whole box is filled with fancy stuff. Goblets, silverware." John pulled out a very large candelabra and examined it. "Are those, snakes?" he pointed to the parts of the candelabra that would hold candles. Each of them was a snake's head, and the candle would sit in the snake's mouth.

"I think so," Albus took it from John and stared at it, "That's kind of creepy. No wonder it's up here."

"Not to mention the fact that it's very Slytherin," John commented. Albus and John bent down and continued to look through the box, while Matt watched them. "Funny," John announced as he picked up yet another silver item. It was an old teapot that looked like it went with the tray, "There's not much gold up here. If the Blacks were so rich, why didn't they have any gold?"

"It's too Gryffindor," Albus laughed.

"True," John replied. He examined the teapot more closely. "Hey, Matt, could you hand me that tray?" He pointed to the tea tray that he had set on the floor earlier.

"Erm," Matt glanced from the try and then to John, "Sorry, I can't. I'm allergic to silver."

"Really?" John asked as he picked up the tray himself.

"Uh, yeah, all werewolves are," Matt explained.

"That's interesting," John said.

"How did we go a whole year without knowing that?" Albus asked.

"Well," Matt grinned, "There's not much silver in the Gryffindor common room. It's too Slytherin." The boys all laughed.

"These definitely go together," John announced, holding up the tray and teapot. "I'll bet there's a whole set."

"Probably," Albus agreed and stood up, "Let's find another box, one that doesn't have silver in it."

John agreed and put down the tray and teapot. Matt looked very grateful as they started wandering around the attic. Albus and John peered into the boxes, looking for one that didn't have any silver in it.

"Are there any without silver?" John asked after they'd looked at at least ten different boxes.

"Here!" Albus announced, pointing to a large box at the far end of the room. "This says 'Sirius' on the side. I'm sure there's no silver in it. It would be too Slytherin. Plus, Sirius hated his family."

"Excellent," John sat down and opened the box. Albus and Matt joined him and started pulling stuff out.

"Look at these old robes," Albus held up a very old set of Gryffindor robes.

"And this," John pulled out an old copy of 1000 Magical Herbs and Fungi. "Bet it hasn't changed in the least."

"Broken Snitch," Matt announced, "Broken Sneakoscope, a few dungbombs, broke