Defying Blood
The crowd was silent. Not a single wizard or witch spoke as he ascended the stairs, using all of his will power so he wouldn't run. Even his usually loud mouth cousins didn't utter a single peep. He quickly sat upon the stool, and waited for Professor Longbottom to place the hat atop his head. He shut his eyes, as if the hat would cause him some great pain.
As soon as the hat was on his head, he seemed to forget about his family, his friends and every single idealism they had pushed towards him. It didn't matter what house he was in, anyways. He could still do great, he was sure. He'd been studying for the main part of summer alongside Rose while the rest of his cousins…
"Ah, quite a bit of ambition, I see," the hat finally spoke, a slight chuckle in his voice. Yet another child from the Potter-Weasley clan. This one was different, he could sense it. He was quite a bit like his father, and would do so well in Slytherin. Like his father, the hat expected Albus to disagree and demand to be placed in Gryffindor. Absolute silence.
"You'd do quite well in Slytherin, I suppose," the hat muttered, a bit flustered that the boy didn't disagree at all. Albus sighed quietly, unsure whether or not to disagree with the hat. Sure, his father had been placed in Gryffindor after a slight disagreement with the hat, but was he really suited for the house of the brave? He would be much better off in the house for ambition.
"Alright then," the hat replied to his thoughts, before bellowing out the final declaration of what house the second youngest Potter would go to.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The entire hall went silent. The Gryffindor table looked close to tears, the Ravenclaws seemed indifferent to Albus' fate, the Hufflepuffs had an odd expression of both sympathy and hilarity smudged on their faces. However, the strangest of all were the Slytherins. Half of them looked like they were considering suicide, while the other half looked constipated with laughter.
Albus stood there awkwardly, gently putting the hat back on the stool. He carefully descended the stairs, almost tiptoeing to the Slytherin table as everyone just stared at him. Even Professor Longbottom seemed to have forgotten his job for the moment being. Luckily for Albus, Scorpius took it upon him to lighten up the mood a bit.
"We got a Potter! How do you like that, Gryffindorks?" he yelled, as if they had stolen Albus from the Gryffindors. Soon enough, the entire hall was in an uproar, as Gryffindor and Slytherin exchanged insults back and forth. It was a rather relaxed and playful argument. Professor Longbottom seemed to regain his posture before calling up the next student.
"You're welcome," Scorpius mouthed to Albus, a slight smirk on his face. "You owe me one now, mate!"
Albus rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. It seemed like his fears all disappeared the moment he sat down at the table. He felt more at home here than he ever did before. He felt like he belonged.
Oneshots are fun. I also have a Hunger Games one which I'll update soon…