Albus Severus Potter slowly walked up to the headmaster, Professor McGonagall, as his name was called to be sorted. As he crept up the walkway, he noticed Scorpios Malfoy talking with Rosie Weasely, his cousin, in the Gryffindor section. Scorpios was at first upset that he was a Gryffindor, which Albus did not understand, because he was dying to be a Gryffindor.
Albus put on the sorting hat. Albus Potter, the hat murmured, you wouldn't make such a fine Slytherin. Albus sighed with relief. Slytherin was the one house that he didn't want to be in, even though one of his namesakes had been a Slytherin. But I see something different in you. You seem a little softer. Maybe a… "Hufflepuff!" The hat squealed. Albus felt tears in his eyes. Well, he thought, if the sorting hat thinks I'm a weakling, why pretend otherwise?
Albus blushed, quickly hurrying over to the Hufflepuff area. "Hi!" A short girl long, caramel-colored hair chirped. "I'm Jessylynne Creevy! My pop, Dennis Creevy, went here, and so did my uncle who died in battle-" She frowned, then continued babbling- "And he even took pictures of the boy who lived! The seventeen-year-old who got rid of you-know-who! They knew him! Cool, huh? See, you probably know this story, but this boy, Harry Potter…" She started droning on and on about the story of Harry Potter. When she finished, Albus nodded slowly. "Yeah, I know those stories. My mum tells me those stories quite often. Harry Potter is my pop."
Jessylynne's eyes widened and she seemed speechless for the first time. "Wow! The Harry Potter? Then why are you a Hufflepuff? Oh no I didn't mean it like that…It's just that since both of your parents are Gryffindors, I just assumed… Sorry. See, my parents thought that I would be in Ravenclaw, because I'm often called intelligent, but no, I'm a Hufflepuff. What are you most excited to learn about at Hogwarts? I want to learn Defense against the Dark Arts. Or maybe Transfiguration. Or potions. Or no, flying! I know! Them all! It's just so hard to decide, you know? Good thing we don't have to decide. I can't wait for second year, when we can finally join the Quidditch team! Are you any good at Quidditch?" She didn't wait for him to respond. "Of course you are! I mean, both of your parents are Quidditch stars. I mean… sorry. Well, so anyway, I really like Hogwarts so far. Don't you?" Albus sighed. "I suppose."
To be continued…