So, in my head, it's totally canon for Albus Potter to be sorted into Slytherin House. It just has to be. The stupid prejudice has got to go down one day. And despite his fear, I think he may grow on the idea. So this is a fic on what I believe he would say about it in a letter to Harry.


Dear Dad,

Hogwarts is just as you always said it would be. The train ride was a long one, but surprisingly the hours just slipped by, especially after James's chocolate frog hopped up and down the window. It was hours before James finally grabbed and ate it. Also, I found a picture of Dumbledore in mine, just like the first one you opened, Dad. Do you still have yours?

Anyway, the boat ride to the castle was amazing. The lights shone so brightly that they illuminted the giant squid as it rose to watch us. I know it doesn't attack students, but I admit it did startle me. And I wasn't the only scared, a boy in my boat, Tobias, nearly toppled out. All of us in the boat got splashed and I had to walk into the Great Hall with squishy socks.

Has Hagrid gotten taller? I kinda forget from the last time we saw him, but I felt smaller in front of him. I actually asked him and he laughed. Loudly. We already have plans for tea on the weekend, just as you asked.

I hope Mum isn't mad that I only addressed this to you, but I didn't want her reading this right now. And I know we talked about this at the station, but I just wanted to tell you.

I got sorted into Slytherin.

I first saw James's reaction and it's why I've already sent you this letter. I haven't spoken with it to him yet, and I hope he doesn't hate me for it. I hope Mum doesn't either.

You told me that I could choose my house if I wanted and I wanted Gryffindor. I even told the Sorting Hat, but then he started talking, in my head. At least I hope so because I don't want anyone in the Hall to hear what we spoke about. It told me that I would do well in Slytherin, and that it had said the same to you. I asked it why and the answer it gave me made me change my mind. I used to believe that Slytherin was just a bad house. Not as bad as it was, but still bad. I guess that can be true, even the Sorting Hat admitted that to me. But it told me that the house was meant to be a great one. Not great in bravery like Gryffindor, or smart like Ravenclaw, or friendly like Hufflepuff, but great. It just hasn't been figured out yet. And I found that I want to figure out what that greatness could be. I want to know what being a Slytherin could be. If, in Slytherin, I could be someone that could bring the house pride, like Headmaster Snape.

I used to be afraid of being Albus Potter in Slytherin, but I'm not anymore. The Slytherins are my housemates, and Rosie and Tobias (he was sorted into Hufflepuff) are my schoolmates. Any of them can be my friends. Even Scorpius Malfoy.

So, I'm happy, I guess. I'm happy to be in Slytherin.

Love, Albus

P.S. I guess you can tell Mum if you want to.


So this fic just sprung into my head and insisted to be written and was done in about twenty minutes. Hopefully it doesn't feel rushed and ridiculous in the effort. And again AlbusxSortedxSlytherin forever!