"Potter, Albus!" Headmistress Lew's shrill voice boomed throughout the Great Hall. Albus was accompanied by a great amount of whispers as he timidly sat on the stool in front of him. The hat that sorted first
years into the four houses, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, draped over his eyes.
He was startled by the voice that whispered, "Hmm...Albus Potter. Harry Potter's son, are you not?" Albus slowly nodded. "I remember sorting you father like it was just yesterday. Big trouble, that
boy was. The Sorting Hat chuckled to himself.
Albus thought over and over, Not Slytherin! I don't want to be in Slytherin! Please, anything but Slytherin!
"Oh, just like you father!" The Sorting Hat paused for a moment as if he were thinking. "Your father was lucky, kid, but this time I'm positive that there's no other path for you to take. S- " Albus listened with
horror, for he knew what was coming, " -LYTHERIN!"