After much consideration, the Sorting Hat shouted, "Slytherin!" Albus screamed. He, Albus Severus Potter, son of the famous Harry Potter was sorted into Slytherin? "Professor Slughorn there has got to be a mistake! I can't be in Slytherin! My whole family has been in Gryffindor, from both sides! My brother, my dad, my mom, my grandparents, my relatives all have been from Gryffindor! I hate Slytherin!"
"Well, now really, Slytherin's not a bad place to be in! If you really hate it so much, bring the matter up to the headmaster, Professor Dennis Creevey!" Slughorn replied.
Albus's heart sank. He knew Dennis, who had hated Harry, blaming him for Colin's death. As the prefect led them up, he wept and wept, not caring for those guffawing people. The prefect then said the password, "Mudbloods are scum!"
After hearing that, he cried even more. When he reached his dorm, he sent an owl to Rose.
Rose,
I can't believe I got into Slytherin! I know what dad said, but it's still horrible! I wish I was in Gryffindor, like you! If Mr. Weasley was my dad, I'd be disowned! He said that at the platform for a reason. Slytherin is horrible. People keep on laughing at me, and the only thing closest to a friend I've got here is Scorpius! I would even rather be in Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw!
Sincerely,
Albus Severus
Pidweg flew off. He fell asleep. Meanwhile, eight tiny ghosts flew up and saw him. "Perfect! The sorting hat was bamboozled into calling him into Slytherin! Now our plan can be put into action!" one of the Voldemorts said.