AN: This is a continuation the last chapter of the Deathly Hallows (19 years later)

AN: This is a continuation the last chapter of the Deathly Hallows (19 years later).

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters (except ones I have made up e.g. Alicetra Malfoy) if I did I would be very, very rich and about 20+ years older.

Harry Potter the next generation:

The sorting

The large wooden doors swung open. A tall, thin man stood dressed in midnight blue robes, strands of grey shooting through his chocolate brown locks. The light escaped around him as he stood in the doorway.

"I've got the first year for you Professor Guan." Said the blonde man.

"Thank you, Jacob."

Jacob nodded and walked ahead through a set of doors.

Professor Guan crooked his finger to the first years, leading them into the entrance hall. The room lit by torches, the flames dancing on the walls. A large statue with the house animals sat under a window. The lion, the serpent, the raven and the badger stood around each other.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor Guan. "The start of term banquet will begin shortly. But before you take your seats, joining the others you must be sorted into your house. There are four houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Your house will be your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with them, sleep in your house dormitories, eat at your house table and spend your free time in your house common room."

Chatter broke out within the first years. What house will they be in? Where do they not want to be?

"The four houses have their own special and noble histories; each has produced great witches and wizards. While you're here at Hogwarts your achievements will earn you house points, while misconduct and rule breaking will lose you points. At the end of each year the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup. This is a great honour." The professor held his chin high as he said this. "Now the sorting will be in a few minutes. I will return when it is time."

The Professor turned and went through the door Jacob had previously gone through. The first years erupted into talk. Houses, colours…..

"I must be a Ravenclaw"

"My dad would kill me if I was a Hufflepuff."

"Forget Hufflepuff, what about slytherin. Mine would put me on a stick and cook me for breakfast."

"Slytherin a house for the wise. Better that all the others."

"Gryffindor sounds cool"

As questions flew around the room the Professor re-entered.

"We're ready for you now. Form a line and follow me." Guan walked them towards two large doors from which a lot of noise was coming. The doors opened as though in slow motion, silence washed over the hall. Conversations drifted, arguments put on hold, all head turned towards the door. Every eye on the new comers. Their stares a ton weight, a bead of sweat trickled down Albus' neck as the boy behind him whimpered.

Alicetra grinned looking to the ceiling. It appeared to be a black night sky, stars twinkling. Thousands of candles levitated above them their flames lighting the room, giving a romantic glow.

At the front of the room was a four legged stool on which sat an old witch's hat, frayed and dull. Its age was show by the patches and fading colour.

Gasps escaped the first years as it crinkled and creases appeared as a mouth and eyes.

"Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none);
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

A thousand years or more ago
when I was newly sewn,
there lived four wizards of renown,
whose names are still well known:
bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
they hatched a daring plan
to educate young sorcerers
thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
formed their own house, for each
did value different virtues
in the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?

'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!"

The hall broke into cheers as the hat ended its song. Professor Guan stepped up to the front a long piece of parchment in his hand.

"I will call out your name and you will come up and sit on the stool. Then you will put on the hat and get sorted." He said in a monotone. "Barnes, Rebecca."

The brown haired muggleborn, from before, walked forward. Standing beside Guan she sat down on the stool, waves of fear dripping from her. The hat was placed over head, falling down over her ears drowning her. It's crinkles appearing to furrow with thought.

"Hufflepuff!" The hats voice boomed.

Claps sounded from the Hufflepuff table, on the right. She moved down towards the yellow clad table. The fat friar smiled down happily to the girl as her tie changed to black and yellow.

"Brockhurst, Devon"


The B's finished and they began the C's.

"Carver, Sarah" the black haired girl fro Rose's boat moved and sat on the stool. As the hat landed on her head its mouth opened. "Gryffindor!"

Albus shuffled nervously as the line thinned, Rose turned and smiled.

"You'll be fine." She whispered

They moved through names quickly. Ravenclaw, slytherin, Gryffindor. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor.

"Malice, Janis" The dirty blonde haired boy sat down. His nose a little up turned, head held high. His hair was combed to the side, obviously pompous of his stature.


The slytherin table cheered as the boy was placed. He sauntered over to the table joining his housemates.

"Malfoy, Alicetra"

The room whispered as she stepped forward gracefully. Slowly she sat down onto the stool, the hat placed on top of her luminescent blonde hair.

"Hmmm… well, well, well you are confident. You're sure. Ok, Slytherin!"

A smile crept onto the corner of her mouth as she walked confidently towards the green and silver clad table.

The table cheered even though some glared and whispered.

"Malfoy, Scorpius"

Scorpius sat down on the stool as the hat fell into place.

"Well you are a puzzle aren't you? Not good, not bad. Not smart, not dumb. Not loyal nor traitor. Don't want to be Daddy but still have some of that blackness."

"I'm NOT my dad!"

"Maybe not but you could be."

"I'm not!"

"You belong there…"

"I'm not him."

"Slytherin can be good too, good for you…." The hat soothed. It's eerie voice creeping into every curve, every crevice of his mind.

"I'm not my father!"

"No, your not. But you are you!" The hat smirked. "SLYTHERIN!"

Scorpius stood, face emotionless. He glided towards the slytherin table. The table clapped but some still glared as they did with Alicetra. A broad shouldered boy glared his way, along with an attractive yet creepy boy beside him doing the same.

He reached the two boys; both were a year or two older than he. There glares burning into him. The larger boy shifted moving in front of him. A force hit Scorpius' chest knocking the air from him. The boys had arm rammed into his torso.

"Fucking traitor!" The larger growled, "You don't belong here."

"Why not go and sit with the other blood traitorous scum and dicks who sent down a great wizards at the Gryffindor table!" The other boy spat, his brown hair coming down slightly over one eye.

Scorpius halted looking to the boys, the rest of the table oblivious to what was happening. Scorpius gasped clutching his chest. Then flicking a glare then continuing to his sister.

Landing beside his sister rubbing his chest she looked at his raising her brow in question.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh…. nothing. I'm fine"

"What did he say to you?" Alicetra asked her voice only slightly interested as she raised an eyebrow.


Jabbing her finger in the direction of the boy who had stopped Scorpius she drawled. "Him"

"Oh, he just said some stuff?" Scorpius gave a half-hearted shrug. "And don't point."

"Mattes, Julian"

Alicetra turned giving her brother her full attention. "Don't give me that! What happened?"

"Uhhh" Scorpius sighed. "They said I was a 'fucking traitor'. 'You don't belong here', 'why don't I go sit with the dicks who sent down a great wizards at the Gryffindor table?'"

"Oh for fucks sake. Why did you even stop?"

"Ah... he kind of rammed an elbow into my chest." Scorpius cringed still rubbing he afflicted area.

"Oh, are you okay?" Her face giving a slight sympathetic look.

"Yea, I'm fine."

"McAtamney, Riley"

"Good" Alicetra turned around again, lifting a gold goblet. She took a sip of the pumpkin juice, pursing her pale pink lips.

"Potter, Albus"

Alicetra choked on the mouthful of liquid, spluttering. "Oh Morgan!!" (Morgan le fey. Famous magical witch, defeated by Merlin)

Scorpius looked from his sister's undignified state to the stool at the front. His mouth hung open as he saw Albus sit. "Ahh…uhh"


A mass of cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table as Albus walked forward.

"Go Al!" A tanned boy with black hair with hints of red, jumped up whooping.

"Shut it Fred!"

"Please not slytherin, please not slytherin." Albus sat down, a bead of sweat trickling down his neck.

"Well, well, well."

"Not slytherin."

"Father like son."

"Please not slytherin"

"You so sure?"

"Quite a bit of courage, a fine mind, loyal for those you care. Hmm… truly a Gryffindor.

A smile began to creep on Albus' face

"Not so much your father as I thought after all… Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor table broke into cheers, claps and wolf whistles echoed. Albus gave a high-five to Rose on his way passed the remaining line of first years.

As he made his way down the table, his tie changing from black to red and gold, he was grabbed from behind and pulled onto a seat. His family gleamed at him. James, Fred, Roxanne, Molly and Lucy. Victoire and Dominique smiled from the Ravenclaw table.

Scorpius' eyes darted to the front again when Alicetra choked once more as another name was called out, wiping the dribble of pumpkin juice sliding down her pale chin.

"Weasley, Rose"

Rose stepped forward. Her cheeks a little pink as her cousin Fred wolf-whistled, resulting in multiple swats from the others.

The hat slipped onto her head coming to her eyes.

"Hmmmm…. So very smart. You'd be a wonderful Ravenclaw. But within you is so much more. A fire inside. Courage also. A lion or a raven? Or perhaps a snake?"


"Of course, no. Your kind-hearted naturally, caring for others." The hat chimed, its voice soothing. "Better be… Gryffindor!"

Rose joined her family, taking the same greeting as Albus with the loud claps and cheers. Her family's warm smiles and cheerful comments welcoming here to the table.

The sorting moved on quickly, sieving through the last of the first years. Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff.

The cheering died down as McGonagall steeped forward.

"Welcome back to all we know and welcome first years. We hope your first year with us is a magical one here at Hogwarts." Her gaze passed over all the students. The gaze firm and professional yet her smile warm. "The come of a new year comes new beginnings. It gives you a chance for a fresh start. It will will bring new friends and new experiences…"

"How long does this last?" Albus whispered to his brother

"Varies" James shrugged

"I know you must be starved but I must give you some announcements. As you should all know the forbidden forest is strictly out of bounds…"

"Hence the name." Fred whispered

"Therefore the name. I was asked also to remind you of certain contraband goods such as certain Weasley products that are banned…."

Roxanne and Fred grinned shaking a small box in front of them

"Such as skiving snack boxes. A list of these items can be found at the caretaker's office. Last of all quiddich, could all captains schedule tryouts and inform your head of house of the dates. Now, let our meal begin!"

As she finished the tables filled with food and drink. Golden plates appeared in front of them.

Albus and Rose stared in awe at the glorious vast table of food. All around them people piled there plates, ravaging their meals like wild dogs.

"Merlin, I though James was lying when he told me about the amount of food. This is amazing!" Albus exclaimed grinning excitedly.

"I'm amazed at how quickly he's eating that mound of I don't even know what" Rose pointed to James who was stuffing his face with potatoes and chicken. His plate piled high and constantly being refilled.

"Yea…" Albus smiled, lifting a chicken leg from a pile in front of him. As he removed this a ghost floated out. Its blue face smiling. "AHHHH!!"

James laughed, swallowing, from beside his brother.

"Hello, welcome to Gryffindor" The ghost greeted smiling.

"You're Sir Nicolas aren't you?" Rose questioned looking closely to the ghost.

"Yes, yes I am indeed. It's nice to meet a first year who knows me for my real name." He said surprise filling his voice, giving her a grateful nod

"Ohh… You're nearly headless Nick!" Albus jumped in realisation, remembering his dad telling him of the house ghosts.

"Yes, but I do prefer Sir Nicolas." Nick glided away with his head held high.

The meal continued swiftly. They ate, talked and laughed. Fred told stories of his plans to annoy the Slytherin prefects. As desert began and ended McGonagall stood again.

"Now that we have been fed to our full it is time for us to retreat to bed. First years follow your prefects to your dormitories now. Good night to you, the rest of you stay and finish off. Finish your drinks and talk."

Prefects stood from their tables as did the first years. Other students slid from their seat moving to talk to other friends in other houses or further up their tables.

"Gryffindor firsties!" A sandy haired boy called, a P crest on his chest attached to his robes. "This way."

R&R please.

A/N I know its short but I'm trying to break it up and updating is really hard at he moment. Please forgive and say loyal