New Generation
"Oh, here he is," the voice cooed, "the next Potter. I've heard whispers about you." Albus swallowed hard as he stared at the darkness of the hat as it covered his eyes.
"What have you heard?" Albus thought, his heart racing.
"Well, isn't that for me to know... And you to not know."
"You're a tease!" The boy hissed aloud.
"Guilty..." The had chuckled into Albus' head. "But where to put you? So many options! What to choose?"
"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin," Albus muttered under his breath, hoping that what his father had said was true... that the hat would listen.
"Not Slytherin, eh? Just like your father, listening to ill conceived notions and prejudice. You could be great, you know? Remember what you father said... 'Bravest man I ever knew'..."
"My family will disown me."
"Your family does not see what I see; How great you could become!" The smooth voice of the mystical hat echoed through his head. "Do you want to limit yourself because of what your family will think?" Albus considered his options for a brief moment and barely an instant after he made up his mind, he could practically feel the hat smile as it yelled:
"SLYTHERIN!"
A/N: Words - 202
Sept Event - 4. (plot) Being Sorted.