This story is told from Albus' pov. This idea had been kicking around in my mind for a couple days. Setting, the Potters' रात का खाना table. When? The summer of Albus' first साल at Hogwarts.

Lily was stting the तालिका, टेबल while I was fighting with James. It was hard to tell what we were fighting over at this point. Probably Quidditch.
Finally, Dad was angry enough to leave the letter he was लेखन and pull us apart. Mum always टिप्पणी जोड़ा गया हे on how James and I looked just like Dad.
I could see Dad's scar, on his forehead. At school, I had heard some strange stories about it. Every time I tried asking about it, he put me off, forcing Mum to come to my rescue.
It took a few moments for us to calm down. द्वारा that time, Lily had finished setting the table.
"Dinner's ready," Mum called. James and I raced to the table.

There was a lull in the conversation. I decided to make my move.
"Dad?" I asked. "Where did आप get that scar? Everyone at school kept talking about what they heard from their parents. It all seems too incredible to be true."
He was quiet for a moment. He sighed. I could tell I was finally going to hear the truth.
"Many years ago, before I was born, a Dark wizard द्वारा the name of Lord Voldemort rose to power. From what I heard of that time, he loved killing. My parents and I lived in a village called Godric's Hollow at the time.
"One हैलोवीन night, when I was only a साल old, he came to Godric's Hollow. My dad told my mum to take me upstairs. He thought he could fend off Voldemort.
"Once Dad was dead, he came upstairs for me and Mum. She tried telling him not to take me, to take her instead. Her sacrifice is why I am here today.
"When Voldemort turned his wand on me, his Killing Curse rebounded upon himself. His fragmented soul विभाजित करें, विभक्त करें again, making me into a Horcrux.
"I was दिया this scar and the gift of Parseltongue as mementos of that night. When I was younger, I hhoped my parents would find me.
"My first memory of that night was merely a flash of green light. Later, when I met dementors, I could hear Mum and Dad…
"Later, I discovered a few other abilities. I had a uniqe connection with Voldemort, allowing me to see his thoughts. It helped many times. My scar would always hurt if he got near या if I was connected to him."
James sat there, fork halfway to his mouth. Lily looked disgusted. And I, I was fascinated. It was hard to believe that all those stories were true. I was sorely tempted to write to the Weasleys and tell Hugo and Rose what I heard.

So, what did आप think? Should I write more? Should I document the अगला generation?