"Malfoy, Scorpius"
He didn't swagger nor did he have a sneer on his face. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was nervous and showed the world his weaknesses. Stepping forward and sitting on the little stool, a hat was put on his head.
"My, my... Who are you?"
The boy thought and decided not to be a Malfoy. Instead, he answered correctly: "Pius"
A moment of silence occurred and many people who gathered around the sorting, whispered to one another. Why did a Malfoy need so much time for such a simple decision? Every Malfoy had been a Slytherin and those who hadn't been, weren't accepted as such.
Scorpius was the last Malfoy, really. After the defeat of Lord Voldemort, many shivers inserted, Draco and Astoria Malfoy (nee Greengrass) had watched their only child going from Draco's neat muggle apartment to Astoria's cold remnants of Malfoy manor. Half a muggle, half a pureblood, though blood did not matter in hindsight. It was about prestige and names and other things Pius couldn't remember.
Draco Malfoy hadn't been Draco Malfoy in a long period of time. David Baker, the normal guy from number thirty-seven often was seen with his child, Pius, happily chatting while eating the best cake in town at Rosy's Confectionery, a rather antique looking building with a friendly old lady as owner. Aunt Rosy loved it when they came, although she had dreaded it when David had told her about sending his kid to this boarding school in Scotland.
Astoria Malfoy filled out the hole in the family tree of the Malfoys. She taught her heir what he needed to survive in pureblood society and she had done a good job in doing so. If there only weren't her ex-husband to influence little Scorpius in such a disgracing honor...
Alas, the sorting would show which path was chosen.
Pius trembled slightly as the hat began humming.
"My, my, my, where am I going to place you? Gryffindor surely isn't you new home and in Ravenclaw you would maybe find your kind, but that is not for granted. Huh, Slytherin or Hufflepuff..."
"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin, please, not Slytherin!" Pius mumbled.
The hat actually chuckled and said: "Twenty years ago, there was a boy just like you. Mind, he would have done great in Slytherin, but one of the people who brought him not to choose the house of the snakes was your father. Ironically, Draco Malfoy let you not choose Slytherin, too..."
Pius put a stop to his mantra and asked who the boy was.
"Well, it was no-one other than Harry Potter, our dear young headmaster. Are you sure? You would do great in..."
The grey-eyed boy snorted once and told the Sorting Hat to already put him in the right house.
"HUFFLEPUFF"
"Thanks, dad..."
Somewhere in London, Draco Malfoy, also known as David Baker sneezed. Huh, he must be catching a cold.