"Now, where did James go off to?" Ginny Potter asked her son, Albus Severus. They were stuck in Quality Quidditch Supplies with a large crowd surrounding them. Shouts of 'Mrs. Potter, look here!' and 'Can I have your autograph?' came from all corners of the packed shop.

"I think he went to go look at the brooms at the back. He said the crowd was bugging him," Albus offered. "I'll go look for him."

"Would you honey?" Ginny hugged him. "Tell him I'll be up here at the front."

"Yes Mum." Albus wove through the crowd. He had inherited the short genes of the family, so he made it out with little fuss.

As he went, he saw various Quidditch robes and jerseys in the colors of all the teams imaginable. There was Bulgaria, Aunt Hermione was friends with their Seeker. And Ireland's team robes sat next to them. Other foreign ones dressed mannequins as he walked around. Uncle Ron's Chudley Canons had a lot of robes, but an older style, sitting next to the mannequin.

"Yeck," Albus muttered. "Way too orange. What does Uncle Ron see in them? They're terrible!" He thought he saw his brother, so he rushed forward, but couldn't help but backpedal upon passing the Holyhead Harpies robes. Walking up to the mannequin, he saw that the robes were sold out. "Mum was good for them. And bloody brilliant."

"You like the Harpies?" a platinum-blond boy asked from behind him. Albus jumped. "Sorry for scaring you. What's so special about them? They had a celebrity's wife on the team, no big deal."

Albus went rigid. Slowly, he turned around. "What did you say?"

"She was just Mrs. Potter. Not a big deal really. Now, the Ballycastle Bats--" the stranger said, yawning when talking about her.

"Mrs. Potter was the best Chaser that the Harpies have had. Ever. Don't insult her in front of me," Albus said, wishing he had a wand to stick in front of the snooty boy's nose. "Who are you to say that?"

"I'm Scorpius Malfoy," the blond said curtly before grinning. "You have a crush? On a married woman with kids?" Laughter gripped him.

"No!" Albus shuddered. "She's my mum," he added. That silenced the boy. "I'm Albus Potter. I best be going. Mum'll be upset if I don't find James."