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'The new boy resembled Draco has much as Albus resembled Harry.' From the epilogue that doesn't exist.

'Welcome to Hogwarts,' said Professor Weasley. 'The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

'The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be credit to whichever house becomes yours. Now please follow me.'

And with that he turned and walked toward the doors. 'Form a line.' After they got in line he threw open the doors. Albus had never imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the other students were sitting. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor Weasley led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them.

Professor Weasley put a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool he put a pointed wizards hat. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth-and the hat began to sing:

'Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find,

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be

You might belong in Gryffindor

Where dwell the brave at heart

Their daring nerve and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart

You might belong in Hufflepuff

Where they are just and loyal

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw

If you've a ready mind

Where those of wit and learning

Will always find their kind

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make real friends

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap'

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

Professor Weasley now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.

'When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted.'

'Abbot, Harry!'

A boy with a pink face and blonde shaggy hair stumbled forward, sat on the stool and put the hat on. After no more than three seconds the hat shouted 'HUFFLEPUFF!'

'Bones, Savanna!'

'HUFFLEPUFF!' the hat shouted again.

'Boot, Dalyvete!'

'RAVENCLAW!'

'Brown, Mandy!'

'GRYFFINDOR!'

The sorting went on until Professor Weasley got to his name. He was nervous as hell when he went up there.

'Potter, Albus!'

This time the hat took its goddamn bloody time to decide. When it finally did Albus thought he could have puked, he hadn't been expecting that answer.

'SLYTHERIN!'

The Slytherins went crazy but the rest just stared at the hat open-mouthed. The first Potter had been sent to Slytherin. He went to go sit with the rest of the Slytherins.

Voldemort's dead? Yeah right, what about D.E.A.D? (Death Eaters Association with Dementors.)