Albus had the best, more incredible voice anyone had ever heard, it was the perfect mix between soft, high, fluid and powerful. As a child, he would sing everywhere; in his bath and while his nappy was being changed as a younger kid and at special occasions like parties or weddings as he grew older. It was his comfort for the worst days when nothing went right and the world seemed against him. It was his way of keeping the worst of his anger under control and to not let himself explode and burst or of recovering when he just wanted the ground to swallow him up. Because he knew that even if everything or everyone changed around him, the one thing that would always stay the same would be his love for singing. At night, if he couldn't sleep, he'd cuddle up with a thick, warm blanket on the window sill and sing softly to himself, watching the rain fall heavily, battering the window harshly. Like it did every night.