As the first years walked in looking like they were going to pass out right then and there I couldn't help but remember how it felt to be in there spot. Just last year I was afraid of where I would be sorted. I had so many people expecting me to get into Gryffindor. Well that's the price with being James bloody Potter. The first child of the boy who lived, the chosen one, vanquisher of the dark lord, savior of the wizard world… and on and on. Now my brother Albus is expected to join me too, but come on there is no chance he's not. Potters and the Weasley belong in Gryffindor! Even though I tease him about getting in Slytherin, doesn't mean that I think there's a chance he will get sorted in there.
When everyone is in the hall way Professor Longbottom starts calling the names.
"Aldridge, Matthew"
"Ravenclaw"
"Conway, Lauren"
"Hufflepuff"
The names went on and on and I started to dose off when my best mate, Fred, elbowed me in the gut.
"What was that for" I hissed at him
"Albus is soon mate, after Malfoy" he whispered back. As soon as he said that I was wide awake. My head snapped up and all my attention was on Al.
"Malfoy, Scorpius"
A skinny pale boy with blond hair got up and made his way to the hat. I had no doubt he was going to be in…
"Slytherin"
The whole Slytherin table clapped, for they got the only Malfoy heir. For all I could care they can have him. The next name got everyone's attention.
"Potter, Albus"
My brother walked up to the platform. Al looks just like me except he has dad's eyes and glasses. Besides that we both had the 'potter hair'. As he sat down I could see him mumbling to himself. I expected him to be sorted right away but it seemed as if the hat was having a long conversation with him. How hard could it be, we all knew where he belonged.
"Slytherin" the hat called out. My heart almost stopped. I looked over at Fred to see if I head correctly, and sure enough his mouth was wide open with disbelief. The whole hall was speechless. I watched al how he went and sat at the end of the Slytherin table, nobody trying to talk to him.
"Weasley, Rose"
"Gryffindor"
I faintly heard my cousin get sorted into Gryffindor as I was staring at Al in shock. Malfoy had just walked over to him and held out his hand. Al shook it and I swear I saw a slight smile on my brother's face. I elbowed Fred and pointed over to them.
"Maybe Malfoy isn't such a git after all"