Disclaimer: I have no claim on any of the characters or the world of Harry Potter. This was just written for fun.
Title: Their Beginning
Word Count: 547
Status: In-Complete
Genre: General, Drama
Rated: PG-13
Challenge: Favorite Era Boot Camp | 50 prompts on an era in the Potter!verse.
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Summary: "It's an obvious fact, Albus. We're not our parents and we never will be." [50 NextGen Prompts]
The first thing that struck Albus Potter as being unusual about the Slytherin Common Room was the fact that it was so warm. James had told him that the Slytherin Common Room was a dungeon that was full of students who were all half-troll and that were just waiting to eat him alive so he better be a Gryffindor. But fate had something else in store for him, and within a few moments of having The Sorting Hat placed on his head, he had been shuffled off to Slytherin house.
He was the first Potter to be sorted into Slytherin house, and every few moments he couldn't help but feel as though his father would appear out of nowhere and reprimand him for not being a Gryffindor. That thought in itself was absurd, because his father had told him that it would be perfectly alright for him to be a Slytherin. That since the war, Slytherins weren't regarded in quite the same light. But even as he'd gone to sit with his new housemates, he wasn't able to escape the looks of bewilderment from the other students.
He shouldn't have relented when the Sorting Hat asked him if he really didn't want Slytherin. He supposed that part of him wanted to prove to his brother that he wasn't afraid of being a Slytherin. That he was far braver than James ever would be, because James was too scared to go anywhere but Gryffindor.
He leaned back in his armchair by the fire. The common room was far more quiet than he thought that it would be on Sorting Night, and there wasn't a party going on or anything like a celebration. Instead, various students were chatting in tight groups in various spots around the room.
A boy with white-blonde hair that James had pointed out as Scorpius Malfoy (adding something colorful about how was probably a slimy git like his dad) sat down in the chair next to him.
"Scorpius Malfoy, right?"
Scorpius nearly jumped in surprise when Albus addressed him. "Yes."
"I'm Albus. Albus Potter."
"I know who you are. Everyone does."
"Sorry. I'm just not used to um." He isn't sure what he's saying and trailed off as he tried to think.
"-being away from your family?"
Albus isn't certain if Scorpius is trying to say that he should have been sorted into Gryffindor or if he's reading into what he's saying more than he should. "I guess. My brother isn't too keen on Slytherin. Says they're all slimy gits and half-trolls who eat first years."
He expected Slytherins in the common room to look up at his remark, but no one seems phased enough to care about their conversation. Scorpius doesn't seem insulted either, and instead laughs lightly, as though he didn't just insult his new house.
"Well, my dad always said that Slytherin took care of their own. I've never been away from my family either, but I think it'll be okay."
Albus couldn't help but smile at the reassuring tone that the other Slytherin used. "Thanks, that means a lot."
"Why should it? It's an obvious fact. We're not our parents, Albus. And we never will be."