Now Albus had already made a friend, he knew very well he had nothing to worry about being in Slytherin. He had learnt a lot about the Slytherin house now he was friends with Scorpius. He had learnt that you didn't have to be truly evil to be a Slytherin; you just had to be cunning and think about things before you do them. And Albus truly believed he wasn't evil, he was just cunning, like his father, though of Couse Harry would never admit he was a Slytherin at heart.
Albus was walking down one of the corridors along with Scorpius, talking about nothing in particular when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was faced with Rose Weasley. He sighed.
"Yes Rose?" he said, annoyed that his annoying cousin had interrupted his time with his best friend.
"I know you're in Slytherin Albus, but you don't need to resort to being friends with him." She said with unexpected venom.
Scorpius folded his arms, "At least my mother isn't a filthy little mudblood." He hissed, sounding all too much like his father.
"You say that again Malfoy and I swear you'll regret it." She said, pulling out her wand.
"You want a bet, Weasley?" Said Scorpius, also pulling out his wand.
Albus stood in-between them.
"I know you two can't stand the sight of each other, but please, there's no need for a fight." He said calmly.
Scorpius lowered his wand.
"I won't fight if you don't want me to, Albus." Said Scorpius quietly.
Albus reached forward and hugged Scorpius tightly,
"Thank you." He whispered.
Albus turned back to Rose who still held up her wand.
"Enough's enough Rose. Put your wand away." Said Albus calmly.
She stood still for a moment then lowered her wand. "This isn't over. I'll prove to you both that Albus is in the wrong house." And with that, she sauntered away, once again reminding Albus all too much of Hermione. He sighed,
"What's wrong, Albus?" Asked a concerned Scorpius, lightly wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
"I can't help but get the feeling I am in the wrong house." Said Albus doubtfully.
Scorpius frowned. "Of Couse you're in the right house, the sorting hat is never wrong."
"I know but…"
"But nothing." Said Scorpius stiffly, "You're in the right house Albus. Trust me."
Albus looked up into his best friends grey eyes, the ones he'd actually grown to love and trust over the past few months. He smiled,
"I do trust you Scorpius. Rather a lot actually." He said, sliding his arms tightly around Scorpius' waist and hugging him, burying his face in his shoulder.
Scorpius hugged back, equally as tight. If he was being honest, he really did love his best friend.