As everyone got out of the train, a familiar voice was shouting "Firs' Years, firs' years o'er 'ear ! All righ' Albus? You look like yu dad when 'e was a kid. And yu' dad looked like James… Sorry, now cum'on, onto the boats now." Albus gratefully sat with his "Cousin" and Rose. They were quickly followed by Joseph and Joseph's second-hand toad, Trevor.

"Cum'on, not so slow, speed up, all righ' Albus, duck ev'ryone now, we're goin' under the bridge."

"I really hope I'm not in… well you know what I mean." Albus said to Rose as they paddled under the bridge. The next moment, after Hagrid had told them to duck, they paddled under the bridge and washed up in a cave underneath Hogwarts. They walked up a narrow staircase into a small room, where they were told what they'll do next. While they were waiting, Scorpius Malfoy scowled at Albus.

" You have a debt to pay."

"What do you mean?"

"Weren't you listening, Potter. I said, you have a debt to pay. My father hated your father. Your dad was arrogant, and mean."

"Right," said a tall, smiling man, unaware of the tension between two of the eleven year olds. "I am Professor Thomas, and will be your charms teacher for years to come. Please follow me to the great hall to be sorted. The First-Years formed a line and followed Professor Thomas into a Hall where the whole school except them, sat. Albus stared up, astonished that he couldn't see the ceiling, just a bright, starry sky.

The old, worn, hat started to sing...

There are four good, good houses.

Each student is sorted by me

Into the house where they belong

Though you might not see,

Why you should go in that house

That's why you consult me

You may belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

This was given a lot of applause, and James commented to Fred (his cousin) that the end was exactly the same as his dads first year.

"Maybe it's ran out of ideas!"

"Alastor, Gregory!" Professor Thomas called, and a thug of a boy walked up to the old wooden stool, sat down, and he placed an old hat on the boy's head a few moments later the hat shouted "Slytherin!". The table on the far left clapped, the others scowled, and Alastor sat down on that table. Next came "Bachelor, Olly!" a timid looking boy. This time they waited two whole minutes till the hat decided. "Hufflepuff!"

Then there was:

Bakes, Edmund-A short, fat boy waddled up to the hat, who immediately shouted "Hufflepuff!"

Bletchley, Fergus- An undernourished boy with a mean face sat on the stool. The hat decided "Hufflepuff!" and as the boy made his way to the table scowling, the hat changed it's mind. "Slytherin!" and this time, grinning, Fergus made his way to the Slytherin table.

Boot, Liam- A tall, good-looking boy sidled towards the hat, as if such things were beyond him. "Gryffindor!"

Denes, Samuel-Griffindor

Dursley, Bradley-Hufflepuff

Fawn, Edmund-Slytherin

Finch-Fletchey, Jacob

Finnigan, Merles

Flint, Yokan

Jases, Thomas-Hufflepuff

Jordan, Lok-Ravenclaw

Longbottom, Joseph-Gryffindor

Mases, Yestor-Slytherin

Malfoy, Scorpius-Slytherin

Patil, Padma-Ravenclaw

Patil, Posy-Hufflepuff

"Albus, Potter" called Thomas, and Albus walked up to the hat. "Difficult." A voice whispered in his ear. "Plenty of courage, a ready mind, but where should I put you?"

"Not Slytherin." Albus thought.

"Not Slytherin, eh. Well, if you're sure, then your father would know where you'll go. He also made that decision. You'll be in… GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted the last word to the whole hall, and the table on the far right cheered, and the rest clapped politely. The Slytherins scowled. Then came:

Quento, Saskia-Ravenclaw

Sacks, Bob-Slytherin

Weasley, Rose-Gryffindor

Weasley, Roxanne-Gryffindor

Zabini, George-Slytherin

Professor Thomas put the roll of parchment in his pocket, as he returned to the staff's table.