A lot of people asked for it, so I figured why not. Here's The Request: The Outtakes. If you have a scene or a moment you wish you would have seen, send me a PM or leave a message in the comments. They won't be in any particular order. Hope you enjoy! -Redhead414

The Great Hall was everything that his older siblings described it to be. Bewitched ceilings, tables lined with food for days, and an energy in the room that was simply magical - and not the kind you get with the simple wave of a wand. He finally got his wand four days ago in Diagon Alley. While his mother was off picking up the school robes that had been ordered a few weeks back, his father took him to Ollilvander's. Leo didn't think his father would come back to Diagon Alley with them ever again after what happened last time, but when Leo asked him the night before they went, he was happily surprised with his father's response.

"Another Malfoy, I see," Mr. Ollivander said with neither a sneer nor a stare, but instead a smile. "I thought your time might be coming soon."

Leo beamed as Draco's hands perched themselves on top of his son's shoulders. "Hopefully he won't take as long as Claire did."

Mr. Ollivander laughed. "A very particular girl, she was. Not surprising, that we had to search for an equally particular wand." He stared at the young Malfoy, a spitting image of his father with his mother's eyes and smile, trying to get a sense about him. "Hmm," he hummed. "Wait right here. I might have just the wand."

Leo looked up at his father with excitement. "Do you think I'll find it on the first try?"

"It's rare to find your wand on the first try," Draco told him. "I tried at least six of them. Your sister on the other hand, may have tried every wand in this damn shop. Wands are finicky things, son. No one really understands them completely - not even wandmakers."

"Your father speaks the truth," Mr. Ollivander replied as he reemerged from the back with a few boxes in hand. He opened the first box and presented Leo with the first wand. "Cherry wood, eleven inches, with the core of a Thestral tail hair," he announced, placing the wand in Leo's hand. "Give a good wave now."

Leo did as he was instructed, and chaos ensued, boxes and papers flying about. "Sorry!" he exclaimed as Mr. Ollivander quickly removed the wand from his hand.

"No apologies needed," Mr. Ollivander replied as he opened the second box. "Some of your ancestors favored a Cherry wood wand back in the day, and I was curious to see if it would reappear. It clearly has not. Try this one - it's actually almost identical to your father's if I remember it correctly. Ten inches, hawthorn wood, with a unicorn hair core."

His eyes widened with excitement at the thought of having something similar in common with his father. He might look like him, but everyone was always commenting on how much he was like his mother. "Do you think the hair is from the same unicorn?"

"Probably not," Mr. Ollivander said. "Unicorn hairs are too common to find a match unless purchased at the same period of time. But I have a good feeling about this one, so give it a go."

Holding the wand in his hand, he looked up at his father, who gave him a small wink and a nod. "Give it a go, Leo. You can't make much more of a mess than you already have."

Leo laughed at his father's dry joke, and did as he was told. Suddenly, everything around him moved back to their original places, and the shop looked just as it did when it walked in. "Wow! Dad! Dad did you see!"

Draco and Mr. Ollivander both laughed. "I certainly did, Leo."

"So does this mean that this is my wand?" Leo eagerly asked Mr. Ollivander.

Mr. Ollivander gave a nod. "It certainly does, Mr. Malfoy."

With Leo's wand wrapped up in its box and placed neatly in a bag, Draco paid for the wand and gave Mr. Ollivander a polite nod as they left the store. Draco found himself somewhat surprised when Leo's hand found his. Scorpius had grown out of holding his hand a long time ago - despite the fact that he would still hold Hermione's every now and then, but Draco wasn't going to begrudge a moment of it. Leo going off to Hogwarts was just another sobering reminder that his children were growing up - and fast.

They met Hermione halfway on their path to Twilfits, and the moment Leo saw his mother, he raced straight towards her. "Mum! Mum you'll never guess what happened!"

Hermione laughed. "You found a wand?"

"Well of course I found a wand, Mum - it's why we went!" Leo said with his mother's sense of exasperation. "But guess what!"

"What, Darling?"

"Mr. Ollivander found me a wand and it's just like Dad's wand!" he exclaimed with pure glee. "It's almost identical - that's what Mr. Ollivander said!"

Hermione looked up at her husband, who gave a mere shrug as he pocketed his hands inside his jacket. "Did you hear that?" She asked with feigned wonder.

"Almost reassuring really," Draco teased. "If we didn't look the same, I'd swear he wasn't mine."

She gave him a playful swat on the arm before linking hers with his. "That's not even funny," she replied. "Come on, Leo - let's go get Katie from Anya's house. I know she's dying to see your wand."

Leo felt an arm nudge him. He looked away from Professor McGonagall as she stood at the front of the hall, explaining how the Sorting hat worked. He looked to his left and saw Mickey Finnegan, the freckle faced boy he met on the train. They were fast friends, and spent the entire time on the way to Hogwarts talking about their favorite Quidditch teams and what they hoped Hogwarts would be like.

"Are you hoping you'll be a Slytherin?" Mickey asked.

Leo shrugged. "Mum and Dad said that if it really means that much to me, I can ask, but I don't know. I don't want to tell the Sorting Hat what to do."

Mickey nodded. "It does look like a pretty grumpy hat."

"Just a bit."

"Well," Mickey said reassuringly. "We can still be friends, even if we're in different houses, right?"

Leo nodded quickly. "Definitely. Which house do you hope to be in?"

"Me dad was a Gryffiindor and me mum was a Hufflepuff. I figure it could go either way. I'm secretly hoping for Gryffindor though. But I didn't tell me mum that."

"My mum was a Gryffindor."

"A famous Gryffindor," Mickey added. "Everyone knows who your mum is, mate. And your dad."

"My dad isn't a bad guy anymore," Leo quickly defended.

Mickey nodded quickly. "Oh I know. My dad works with him at the Ministry. Says he's wicked smart at a lot of things. Your mum, too. I bet you'll be at the top of our class with smarts like that. You'll probably have to tutor me."

Leo grinned. "I'm sure you're just as smart. We can help each other."

"Look," Mickey said, pointing towards the front of the hall. "They're calling for the first years. Let's go!"

Leo followed Mickey along with the crowd of first years, all in their plain grey and black uniforms towards the front of the room. Leo looked over to the far left of the room, and saw Scorpius, sitting with his friends. Catching his attention, Scorpius gave him a thumbs up and mouthed the phrase it'll be fine. He looked a ways back towards the end of the Slytherin table and saw Claire, who looked as if she were waiting for Leo to find her. He gave her a small smile, and she replied with a wink.

One by one, the first year names were announced, and suddenly, it was Mickey's turn. Leo watched as Mickey confidently strolled up to the stool and sat down, closing his eyes as the Sorting Hat was placed on his head. Leo watched as the hat murmured and mumbled, only taking a few seconds before bellowing out the word Gryffindor. Leo laughed as Mickey did a fist pump in the air, before jogging over to the Gryffindor table for high fives and congratulations.

Suddenly, he heard Professor McGonagall's crisp voice announce his name, and the entire hall went dead quiet. It hadn't been this quiet for the others, but Anya, Claire, and Scorpius all told him it would the moment his name was called. It's just because of Mum and Dad, Scorpius told him. Don't let it psych you out.

Walking up to the stool, he took a seat and looked up at Professor McGonagall, whose eyes smiled brighter than her lips, as she placed the hat on his head.

"Hmmm," the Sorting Hat mumbled, as if he'd been given a delicious puzzle. "Interesting, definitely unexpected, knowing who your parents are. You are brave and loyal to a fault, very intelligent, very forgiving, with a thirst for knowledge and the desire to prove yourself…but where should you go?"

Leo bit his lip. "Just put me where you think is best," he said quietly.

"Put you where I think is best?" the Sorting Hat asked. "Well, in that case, better be…GRYFFINDOR!"

The entire hall was silent, for certain another Malfoy would head into Slytherin. Leo interpreted the silence as shock, and not of the good sort, until he saw his friend, Mickey, jump on top of the bench seat to cheer at the top of his lungs. Soon, all of the Weasley kids he knew started to cheer as well, and with a wolf whistle from his sister, everyone was clapping and cheering for Gryffindor's newest recruit.

Approaching the table, Leo took a seat next to Mickey and gave him a high five. "Thank goodness we only have to do that once!" Leo exclaimed.

"Right!" Mickey replied. "This is going to be the best year ever. Let's make sure our bunks are next to each other, ok?"

"Definitely," Leo replied. He was officially a Gryffindor, just like everyone said he would be, and he was a proud one at that. He couldn't wait to write to his parents to tell them all about it.