No, in fact, I do not own Harry Potter. I cried at the end of Deathly Hallows, oh wait what? Umm haha just kidding, anywhom, this has about a million and one mistakes, but oh well, enjoyyyyyyy!

"Malfoy, Scorpius,"

The deep voice that is the Sorting Hat called out. He knew, well hoped that he would be in Slytherin. He had well, a feeling. He took a shaky breath, but pulled on his signature smirk, and sat on the stool, waiting impatiently for it to make up it's mind.

"Hmmm interesting, a Malfoy, pure-blood..." He trailed on.

"Yeah, I'm aware, now can you please put me in Slytherin?"

"Slytherin, my boy? But, but you do have the heart of a Gryffindor, this is interesting, my my."

Scorpius felt his heart race, and beat faster, and faster.

"No! No-," He could feel everyone's stares at him, whispering, they couldn't understand what they were saying, or hear.

"What? the Sorting Hat hissed, "Hmmm, this is the hardest decision by far I have ever made, you are very interesting...."

"But, but sir, I'm a Malfoy, a pure-blood!" He cried,

"Yeah, I know, but you seem to have, something special. It's unique, brains, hard work, courage, everything. I have never, ever, met anyone like you, you should feel special."

"But I don't, he whined, I just want to be in Slytherin, just like my ancestors!" He implored, wishing for it to stop, and he be put in Slytherin.

"Oh, so it's a matter of ancestry, now, is it? I have seen many kids in Ravenclaw become Aurors, Hufflepuffs working in the ministry, Slytherin's in the Order of Phoenix, and Gryffindor be Death Eaters! " He roared,

They all have had different ancestry, it does not matter about your mother's or your father's, but what matters is you. You, not anyone else. You are your own person."

Scorpius was speechless. He could not think of anything, but he felt a deep pit sink into his

stomach, and wringing his sweaty hands.

"GRYFFINDOR!" It called out, and his heart felt like it was going to fail.

No one had made a sound, everyone seemed speechless.

The Slytherins faces, in a different point of view, would be priceless. They were all shocked, some dissapointed.

He knew they would think of him as they thought of his father, a cowardly Death Eater. He was not his father, after all, he had been placed in Gryffindor.


The Gryffindor's faces were surprised, and scared.

He saw one face, that helped his hopes.

Rose Weasley was perhaps the only Gryffindor, along with her cousin Albus, cheering and smiling.

They all started to, a ripple, louder than anyone else's who had been sorted.

Maybe being in Gryffindor wouldn't be so bad, after all.

Uhhh, corniest ending I have EVER seen. Makes me wanna barf. Review!