Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Why must you keep reminding me of my inadequacy? Kidding, but really, I don't own the Harry Potter franchise.
Scorpius Malfoy was nervous. No, he was absolutely terrified. He had never witness something so frightening as a hat and stool. As his name echoed through the Grand Hall, he trotted towards the battered hat. This hat had paved the future of every wizard that attended Hogwarts. He exhaled, not noticing that he had been holding his breath the whole time. As he sat on the stool and the hat descended unto his head, he panicked for a moment but he did not have the chance to react.
Ahh, I have been waiting for you. How I longed to see the day the Malfoy lineage return to this seat
Scorpius looked up at the hat. How did the hat know about him? He sighed. Who did not know about his existence? His father's reputation had offered him numerous opportunities as being headline news for the Daily Prophet. He frowned at the older headlines:
Malfoy Heir: Is he destined to revolutionize Death Eaters
Malfoy Family Outing: 'Young Malfoy has an eye for evil'
Malfoy and Potter: The Battle continues in Hogwarts
You worry about your family name...Hmmm...where to put you? You have brains, Ravenclaw might suit you well. Ahh I sense alot of bravery in your heart. Interesting. A Malfoy in Gryffindor? Not enough kindness for HufflePuff but what is this? Cunning. Very Cunning. Might we continue the Malfoy tradition? Where to put you?
Scorpius looked towards the Slytherin table. His eyes grazed the students sitting there and the faces were very familiar. They were either distant relatives or family friends. All except one. At the end of the table sat a brunette hair boy with green eyes. Scorpius knew him. Albus Potter. Albus eyes were locked on the Gryffindor table. Scorpius could see how sad he was and the glint of longing was in the boys eyes. Scorpius felt bad for him. He could not imagine how Albus felt.
Maybe there is enough kindness in you. I know where you belong.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat bellowed. The Grand Hall remained silent as he slid off the chair and headed towards the Slytherin Table. He sat next to Albus Potter. The boy looked at him with a forced smile. Scorpius reached out his hand to him with a genuine smile Albus grinned and shook his hand. It was then Scorpius knew he had made a decision he would never regret.
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All he wanted to do was disappear. He did not particularly, like the stares that were being generated from his classmates. After spending most of his childhood watching his father brew potions, he had skillfully finished his potion after one attempt. His classmates were still attempting to accurately brew the potion. He could not explain how he managed to finish so quickly. He got so lost in the art of making the potion, he did not realize how swiftly he had finished the task. He could hear the snide remarks about how he had cheated or the ridiculous theories that his father had bribed Professor Victor. He bowed his head and stared at the potion in his cauldron. Despite the sheer perfection of the potion, he felt ashamed. He did not want to put attention on himself. His plan was to lay low and possibly make friends with two or three students. Nothing extreme. Although, it seemed like a stupid idea now. How could he, the heir of the Malfoy Manor, son and grandson of infamous Death Eaters, be invisible?
"Blimey Scorpius, you got it right on your first try. You should see mines. Look like ghoul vomit yeah? How did you do that?" His head shot up to see Albus Potter admiring his potion. He had quite liked the guy but did not speak to him as much. Scorpius felt Albus would not want to be his friend considering their parents had been rivals during their school years.
He spluttered, "I just followed the directions. You have to ensure your measurements are accurate or the potion will be ruined." Albus mouth made a silent O as he realized his mistake. The brown-haired boy gawked a this potion once more.
"That is bloody magnificent. You deserve more than twenty house points for this Scor!" Albus grabbed his items and brought them near Scorpius. He began measuring his ingredients again; he measured them accurately and the look of concentration on his face proved that he was following Scorpius' instructions. It was a few minutes later when Albus gained ten house points for Slytherin for brewing his potion correctly the second time.
"You want to be a Potioneer?" Albus asked.
Scorpius shrugged, "I don't know. I think I want to see what the Magic World has to offer."
Albus flipped through his Potions book and nodded, "I think you're right. We should see what is out there first." Scorpius grinned at Albus and it was then he knew he would always have a friend in Albus Potter.
So, I am trying something new. Bear with me.
