"What if I'm in Slytherin?"
The whisper was for his father alone, and Harry knew that only the moment of departure could have forced Albus to reveal how great and sincere that fear was.
Harry crouched down so that Albus' face was slightly above his own. Alone of Harry's three children, Albus had inherited Lily's eyes.
"Albus Severus," Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train, "You were named after two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."
"But just say-"
"- then Slytherin House will have gained an excellent student, won't it? It doesn't matter to us, Al. But if it matters to you, you'll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account."
"It did for me," said Harry.
Sitting by the window of the train, Albus kept thinking of what his dad told him earlier. He was definitely frightened as to where he will be sorted in. James had already teased him that he would be sorted into Slytherin.
Albus didn't really know anything about Slytherin, all he heard were stories from his father and most definitely, stories from his brother which were not so great.
James and Fred were now munching on some chocolate frogs that were bought from the push cart earlier. Fred had gotten Harry's card while James had gotten McGonagall's again. When it came to looking for good cards, James had bad luck.
"We're nearing Hogwarts now," James told their cousins. "We better change into our robes."
Dominique, Louis, Fred II and Molly II nodded and stood up to change into their Gryffindor robes. But, before they left the compartment, James turned to Albus and teased him, "If you get sorted into Gryffindor, I'd be proud of you, Al."
"James," Dominique warned. "Stop teasing Al. Didn't you do enough teasing over the summer?"
"Nope," James grinned and exited the compartment. Their cousin's all gave Al a sad smile and followed behind his brother.
Al had mixed emotions. He really did want to be sorted into Gryffindor but there was a possibility he would be sorted into Slytherin as well, just like his father.
"Al," Rose said as she placed a hand on his shoulder for reassurance. "James was just teasing. You know what he usually does to you. He's your brother, you two usually tease each other."
"Yes, but, Rose," Al finally said after a minute of silence between the cousins. "This is serious. What if I get sorted into Slytherin? Would James treat me the same way?"
"He will, Al. He's your brother. He wouldn't ignore you or even treat you differently just because you were sorted into that House." Rose smiled slightly.
Al nodded but just as he did, the compartment door opened. Albus thought it was James and their cousins but when he looked up, he saw a boy his age with white blond hair and piercing grey eyes. Al recognized him as Malfoy's son.
"I'm sorry," Malfoy said. "I thought this compartment was vacant."
"No," Rose said. "It's all right. Take a seat."
Malfoy nodded and sat in front of Albus. "You're Potter's kid, right?"
Al nodded. He wasn't really fond of being addressed as "Harry Potter's kid" or "The son of the Boy Who Lived."
"And you're Malfoy's kid. My father told me a lot about your father." Al replied.
"Yes, well, I don't blame my father for anything he's done. He raised me differently. He didn't want me ending up like he did."
Al nodded once again and asked, "So, what House do you think you'd be sorted in?"
Albus was making small talk. He wanted friends as early as now so that school would be much easier to him than being a loner.
"Most probably Slytherin. All Malfoy's were sorted into that House and I don't want to be disowned as early as eleven."
"Disowned?" Albus asked in shock. "Your father could disown if you aren't sorted into Slytherin?"
"Yes," Malfoy said. "I would put shame into the Malfoy name then. Although, I don't mind being in Slytherin. He was slightly joking when he said that. Father told me that the rest of the houses treat Slytherin like outcasts just cause some of the students in that house use Dark Magic. It's bloody unfair."
Albus let it sink in. Malfoy was telling the truth. It was bloody unfair.
"I agree with you." Al said.
"Your name is Albus, right?"
"Yes, and what might yours be?"
"Well, Scorpius, it was a pleasure to me-"
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Al looked to the right to see his brother glaring at Malfoy. "Rose, why are you not saying anything? His father's a Death Eater. You should know that!"
Al forgot that Rose was there since she hadn't been talking since Scorpius entered the compartment. Al saw Scorpius slip out without another word and James' glare following behind him.
"James, don't be so mean! Scorpius was just being nice." Al defended his new friend.
"You aren't suppose to befriend him. Remember what Uncle Ron said?"
"He was addressing Rose," Al said. "Right, Rosie?"
Rose, who was staring blankly into space, shook her head and said, "What? Oh, um, yeah."
James and Al gave her a confused look but continued arguing until they reached their destination.
"What's wrong, Rose?" Al asked with concern but Rose just have him a slight smile and continued walking to the boats.
They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Albus could hear hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right -the rest of the school must already be here - but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Professor McGonagall's eyes lingered on Scorpius for a brief moment before she caught Al's eye and smiled slightly. "Come along."
They walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.
It had been like his father had described. He never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting.
These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight.
For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm 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 folk 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!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Harris, Marvin."
A boy with messy blond hair and brown eyes stepped up, shakily. He sat down on the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed on his head. A few moments later, it called, "RAVENCLAW!"
Marvin sighed in relief and made his way to the Ravenclaw table, who were applauding for their new House member.
A girl with brunette hair until her shoulders, confidently sat on the stool. A pause and then the Sorting Hat called, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Hey, that's Aunt Luna's son. I heard they had twins." Rose said, sounding just like her mother.
Lysander winked at his brother and made his way to the Slytherin table. They were applauding for their newest member.
Just like his twin brother, the Sorting Hat called, "SLYTHERIN!" and Lorcan made his way down to the Slytherin table to sit beside his happy twin brother.
Albus knew that Rose didn't want to be in Gryffindor. There were a lot of Potter-Weasley clan from there and she wanted to be unique.
Albus looked at the Gryffindor table and saw his brother and cousin's in shock. They expected Rose to be sorted into Gryffindor but Albus knew better.
Murmurs suddenly filled the room. Al heard someone say, "That's the son of a Death Eater. He's definitely going to be sorted into Slytherin. House of the Dark Lord."
It was completely unfair to Al that they were judging Scorpius because his father was a Death Easter. Al could relate to him because everyone addressed him as "Harry Potter's second son."
Al was cut off from his thoughts when the Sorting Hat called, "SLYTHERIN!"
"I knew it." Al heard someone from his right side, say. He caught Scorpius' eye and he smiled slightly at him.
This was nerve wrecking for Albus. He hoped he'd be sorted in a good house. As he sat on the stool, he saw his brother's smirking face. Al knew what he was thinking. He was teasing Al with his eyes. If that was even possible.
"Difficult, really, difficult." The Sorting Hat said. "You're just like your father. You would do a great deed in Gryffindor."
Anything but Gryffindor. Albus thought. He didn't want to be in the same house as his brother anymore. He decided that Gryffindor was just a house for those brave wizards and it just wasn't fair to the other houses.
"Not Gryffindor, eh? I know where else I could put you in."
There was a short pause until the Sorting Hat called, "SLYTHERIN!"
The hall was silent. Albus looked at the Gryffindor table and saw his brother and cousins looking shocked. He smirked at their expressions since they knew Al never wanted to be in Slytherin but he was sorted into the house.
Suddenly, cheers erupted from the Slytherin table and Albus made his way and sat beside Scorpius, who smiled at him. You could never guess what happened that night. A Malfoy and a Potter became close friends.
I'm new to the Harry Potter fanfiction world. I decided to write a HP one and came up with this idea.
Here's the video summary for the first book: watch?v=V0InbKeXs7s&feature=plcp
and here's the video for the characters: watch?v=TwklnfrEUZs&feature=context-cha
Remember this, the more reviews I get, the faster it will take me to upload.
The first part in this chapter is from p.758 of the Deathly Hallows book.