Slytherin
"Albus Potter!" McGonagall called into the mass of first years. It was silent, everyone wanted to get a look at the-boy-who-lived youngest son. He was small with hair like his father's, but eyes like his mother's. Even McGonagall was curious to see where the boy would be placed. To Gryffindor like his parents and those before even them, or to another house. As the small boy cautiously walked up and sat on the stool McGonagall gave him a reassuring smile before placing the hat on his head. With a plop the hat swallowed the boy's head and looked as though it was eating him. After a long pause the hat took in a breath before letting out a word that shocked everyone.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The hall was silent as the young boy nervously took off the hat and got off the stool before setting it back down and rushing over to the table when a single clap was heard from Gryffindor, James. Scorpious soon joined in from over at Slytherin and soon the entire table was welcoming the small first year to their house. McGonagall looked at the small boy and let a small grin set on her face. The first Potter to be put in Slytherin, she couldn't wait to tell Severus, especially since the boy carried his name. She then turned back to the other first years and continued out the next name on the list.