On trembling legs, the youngest Potter son ambled forwards - the opposite of his brother’s confident swagger.
The Hat fell past his eyes…
“Well well well. Harry Potter’s son?”
“Yes.” Albus thought back, his teeth chattering.
“Yes, I know, silly. Your minds are the same… oh, and nervous about…
We should send JK Rowling a letter about you
ALL THE FUCKIN AWARDS!!!!!!
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