This is just a small series of one shots between Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy that I'm doing. It won't interrupt '77, I plan on finishing it quite soon. Will contain swearing and light slash in later chapters, be warned.

"Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat's cries seemed to echo endlessly throughout the Hall. Shocked gasps rippled throughout the sea of Hogwarts students, all of whom were wearing identical looks of shock on their faces. Time itself seemed to be standing still. For Albus Potter, anyway. He didn't want to move from the stool. He didn't want the Hat to be taken off of his head, it was far too big for him and therefore did the wonderful job of obscuring his face. But then he felt Professor Bowie remove it and Albus knew that he couldn't put it off anymore. He stood up and shakily walked over to the Slytherin table. As he did so, a smattering of half-hearted applause began.

Then it was time for the next student to be sorted. Everybody soon returned to normality, as if nothing had ever happened, but Albus knew what they had all been thinking: Harry Potter's son, a Slytherin. Albus sought out his brothers face across the hall. James might have had a look of glee on his face as he teased his brother about this very predicament earlier on that morning, but there was no laughter on his face now. James caught his younger brother looking at him with a worrying gaze, and quickly managed to muster up an encouraging smile.

Albus knew that him being made a Slytherin wasn't the end of the world, but it made him feel like he was now the black sheep of the Potter family. Where had he gone wrong? Then a horrible thought struck him: A part of Lord Voldemort's soul had lived in his father... Had Harry somehow passed a bit on to his son?

Albus knew that he was being ridiculous now. He tried to shake himself out of his horrified state.

"Albus, is it?" A voice said beside him, "Have a chicken leg."

Albus stared. The glittering golden plates in front of him were suddenly over flowing with food. His stomach rumbled. He had forgotten how hungry he was.

"Er, all right. Thanks," Albus said.

The boy beside him passed a chicken leg over. He was a rather thin boy, with a pale face and even paler blonde hair. But his eyes, which were a chocolate brown colour, seemed kind. Albus realized that it was Scorpius Malfoy, the boy his Uncle Ron hadn't seemed keen on at Kingscross.

"I'm Scorpius," Scorpius announced, as if he had read Albus's mind.

"I'm-" Albus began.

"Albus Potter, I know," Scorpius replied.

Albus smiled weakly, unsure of what to say. He began to chew on his chicken leg as a means of something to do.