Albus Severus Potter could barely move as he went up to get sorted into his house. Shivering, he sat on the chair, and the last thing he could see were his brothers green eyes, who was watching him from the Griffindor table, before darkness took over.
Suddenly he heard a voice in his head. "Mmm difficult, very difficult. you are very brave, very brave, there`s everything a griffindor would need to succeed… but there's more! A great hunger for power … and you're ambitious, very ambitious. You could achieve great things as a Slytherin. Mmm …". "Great things?" Albus murmured "like … my dad?" "You've got the qualities to make it." That's what albus always wanted. Making his father proud. He made his decision. "Good luck", the sorting head whispered, "in Slytherin!" The last word filled the hall, and everything got quiet, before loud cheering from the Slytherin table raised like a thunder in a spring storm. The sorting hat was lifted from his head and he walked over to the Slytherin table where they already started singing `we've got Potter; we've got Potter….´ "that can't be. He's my brother!" he heard James shouting.
Albus sat down next to a blond boy who was examining him carefully with his grey eyes. "I'm Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy.", the boy grinned and offered him his hand. Smiling Albus took it and said "I'm Al-""I know who you are", the boy smiled. "My dad will be proud of me as soon as he hears that I'm in the same house as Harry Potter's son." Albus opened his mouth to ask what that comment was about, as he had never heard of this boy or his father, but at that precise moment, the long table filled itself with numerous dishes and Al could hear his belly growl. He hasn't eaten since breakfast and he was too excited to eat during the journey. "Whoa" he heard Scorpius whispering next to him. Grinning he piled all different pie sorts he could find on his plate, not noticing that a few tables across his kin wasn't able to even swallow one bite out of shock that his brother wasn't placed in the same house as him.