Albus Potter was curious. As soon as he had woken on a Tuesday morning in an unfamiliar room in a strange place he had taken to inspecting every inch he could find. He had soon discovered that the door was locked and that the cat flap in the door was for either him, or food to go through. There was also a snowy owl with piercing amber eyes that looked as if it hadn't been given much to go on with. Considering its cage was also locked, he supposed that whoever had brought him here didn't want him to message anyone. The room itself was small and worn and cluttered. The gray-ish blue walls were faded and the space looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long while. The neighborhood outside was a neat cookie-cutter development and he concluded he must be in a muggle town of some sort. Strange, what was he doing here?

He saw a broomstick in the corner and a trunk of wizard school supplies. There was a selection of non-muggle treats in the waste bin and moving picture on the bedside table. It was obvious a wizard lived here. Could he have been placed in the home of a muggle born or halfblood? If so, then why? He crossed out the possibility of being the butt of a complex joke, this was too much. Why was he locked in? He did not suspect that this room was made for him and that he was here by mistake. Why would this room be his if none of the belongings in it were? He did not have amnesia for he remembered his life quite clearly. He slumped down on the bed in puzzlement. He could not find his wand, this made the fifteen year old confused.

The people in the picture beside the unmade twin bed were familiar looking. They looked like older versions of his brother and sister, Lily and James. Though the 'James' in the picture was lacking freckles and the 'Lily's' hair was darker and her eyes were an emerald green like his, unlike Lily Luna's warm brown. Albus saw a Hogwarts uniform bundled up in a corner and crossed the room in a single stride to pick it up. He cheered inside as he found there was a tag with the owner's name on it. Maybe he could find out who lived here.

His eyes widened when he read the name. In disbelief, he dropped it and started reading of the name's marked on all the other clothes and possessions he could find. In shock he stumbled backwards and tripped over a large bulky trunk and fell over. No, this was impossible. So is magic a nagging voice in his head reminded him. Because as he reread the name that he saw everywhere else in this room he was sure he was imagining things, or had gone bonkers.

Harry J. Potter