Albus' Sorting
Albus was scared. He kept thinking of what his father told him before the train set off to Hogwarts. 'The sorting hat takes your recognition too.' 'You are named after two headmasters of Hogwarts.' 'The bravest man I ever knew.' He looked around at the other first years surrounding him just outside of the great hall. They all looked just as scared and curious as he did. He saw Scorpius standing on the other side from where he was standing, and decided to confront him. Albus' father had told him stories of how he and the Malfoy's had been enemies. But maybe, just maybe, he could change that. Maybe they could be friends. He confronted the young blonde-haired boy that seemed the most confident out of the rest of the first years.
"Um, hey. You're Scorpius, right?" The boy nodded. "I'm Albus. Er, you can call me Al though. Most people do anyway."
Scorpius looked him up and down, giving that little smirk he had inherited from his own father. "You're that Potter kid, huh? My father told me about you guys."
Albus remained quiet for a moment. What was it that his father told him about? Was it any good? Albus was nervous now. Maybe this wasn't the right time to make friends with them yet. He was even about ready to walk away, but Scorpius continued talking. "He said that he and your father weren't at all friends. In fact enemies." Here it goes. "But...he did tell me that I, er, we should start this whole family feud thing over. That we should be friends."
Now this, Albus definitely did not see coming at all. "O-oh. Yeah, I mean. We should. That's actually why I came over here in the first place." He felt his confidence slowly rise back up again, as a smile formed on his face, as well as Scorpius'. Albus could tell now, that this year was definitely heading in the right direction.
Once the doors of the great hall finally opened, the first years slowly came forward in two jumbled lines, passing between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. As they came tumbling in the front, Albus couldn't help but look behind him at the Gryffindor table. His brother James Sirius seated with the rest of the Gryffindors.
After the sorting hat was brought out and had sung its usual song, the headmistress, Professor McGonnagall, called out name after name of the first year students to be sorted. Scorpius Malfoy was called up next, and just like his father, the sorting hat had barely touched the hairs on his head before calling out, "Slytherin!"
A few other students were called up and placed, and Albus grew more and more nervous. He didn't know which house to be in. Which one would be for the best. His father had told him that it didn't matter which house he would belong in, just as long as he was happy being in it.
Finally, it was Albus' turn. And as he walked up to the empty stool, he couldn't help but being stared at. He did have his father's looks except for the scar, but that couldn't be it. He figured it was just his nerves getting the better of him, and quickly shook them away just before the sorting hat was placed upon his head.
Just like his father, the sorting hat took his time, searching through Albus' mind and personality and thinking hard about which house he deserved most to be in. Finally, after a moment of silence, Albus mumbled under his breath with his eyes tightly closed, "Put me where ever you want to put me. I'm ready." he breathed out.
The sorting hat was surprised by this answer, but without hesitation, the hat yelled out loud and clear, "Slytherin!"