Let the sorting begin!
The words rang around the great hall, echoing over all surfaces.
Albus, Potter. Whispers, asking whether that was truly Harry Potters Son. Before they got to loud, the hat made its chose.
GRIFFINDORE!
Everyone clapped for the youngest Potter.
Scorpus, Malfoy. Faces didnt turn for this name. It was ovious he was a Slitherin. The hat had bearly touched his head before it yelled its chose.
GRIFFINDORE!
Nobody clapped for the young Malfoy. He took the hat off his head, face burning. But then, the most unespected percon started clapping. James Potter, Hogwarts resident badboy, started applauging. Then Rose, then Albus, and then her friends, then Nevilles son. Before long the whole Griffindore table was clapping for their newest, and most unexpected arrival. Scopus had never dreamt of being put in Griffindore, but he was glad, the seemed friendlier than the Slitherins, who were glaring at him across the hall.
As he sat down next to Albus, James reached over the table and shook his hand. "I never thought I would be saying this to a Malfoy, but welcome to Griffindore, mate!"
"Thanks" he muttered, relived. He hadnt really wanted to be in Slitherin. Not really.
"I guess that your a bit like Sirius Black, then. First black ever in Griffindore?"
Scopus returned his atenttion to James. "Ummm, yeah, I guess. Though I dare say Mum wont disown me."
"I hope not." Scorpo look for the owner of the new voice. A young boy, same year as him suck his hand out. "Adam, AdamDeffido."
Scorpus smiled. "Hello Adam Adam Deffido, Good god man, who named you? Real mouthfull!"
Adam similed, sencin a kindred spirt
"Albus Potter,"a quite voice to his left spoke.
"Pleased to be of your aquenticess." Scorpio said pompusly.
After the feast, the three boys made their way up stair. They were sharing with a small boy, with a stammer. "W-w-willie,". He introduced himslf nevously. After extamging pleasantrys, the boys got ready for bed, and promptly fell asleep.
