After dinner, Albus pulled me up to the library. "Are you ready to learn why?" He asked when we got there.
"I...I guess. How bad is it?" I said, unsure how this would go.
"Well," He said as he sat down, I followed. "Your father, was a very bad man. He called himself Lord Voldemort. He killed a lot of people."
"Oh my... Did he do anything bad to this school?" I asked, terrified to know the answer.
"Yes, he attacked the school. He killed quite a few people here."
"Wow... No wonder people hate me... What happened to him?"
"He was killed by my father, Harry."
"Wait, Harry? Do you mean Harry Potter?" I asked/
"Yes, you know him?" He asked.
"Yes, I talked to him today. He was the one that said I could switch."
"Wow..." He sounded amazed.
"But can't people see that I am not him. It's not fair to see him when they look at me!" I complained.
"I know, I'll try to explain to people around the school, but I don't think they think they will ever be okay around you." He said, sounding sad.
"Well I am trying to be nice to everyone." I said, depressed.
"Don't worry. I'm sure, sooner or later they will come to warm up to you." He said, trying to be hopeful. "Besides, being friends with a Potter will put you on the good sides of some people."
"Well, I am glad I do have you as a friend."
"Yeah, I can keep the bullies away." He said with a smile.
"Thank you. If you need help, I'll help you too!" I said smiling back.
"Well, it's all most time to go to bed. Shall we go back?" He asked.
We both headed back to the dorm, told each other goodnight, and went to sleep.