Allright, in all seriousness, I love the Harry Potter books. But this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. Before you read: CAUTION: if you are in love with the Harry Potter books and can't stand them being made fun of, turn around right now!

As Harry walked down platform nine and three-quarters with his son Albus and his wife Ginny, he noticed Ron and Hermione running with their children. Their three kids were as wild as could be and ate like their father, but they hardly every stopped moving. They ran around and laughed as their parents desperately tried to corral them onto the train with their friend Albus.

Harry looked down at his son, and crouched down to his level.

"Now son, this is your first year at Hogwarts and I guarantee you'll love it, but you will be away for awhile." Little Albus Potter nodded. "So I want you to be good, and remember to— " Harry was cut off by a sinister laugh. A laugh he knew all too well.

Harry's heart went faster as he heard Ginny shriek. He slowly turned his head towards the cackling sound.

There stood Lord Voldemort in all his glory. By his side was—his son? A young version of the Dark Lord stood by his father's side with his bags. He was going to Hogwarts.

"What's up, Potter?" Voldemort said, saluting Harry before kneeling in front of his son and saying, "Raise some hell, son!" With that he sent his child onto the train, where screams could be heard as the boy ran through the people.

As all of this happened Harry Potter stood there with his mouth open in shock, hardly believing his eyes.

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