CHAPTER TWO

After the eventful train ride, they finally arrived at Hogwarts. Albus fell asleep in a food coma after eating 12 chocolate frogs.

"Oi, Al!" James yelled, shaking Al awake. "Get up!"

"Huh? Whaddya want James?" His voice was slurred with the sleepiness.

"Al, get up! We're at Hogwarts!"

Al sat right up when he heard that. "Hogwarts? The school for wizards?"

"The one and only! C'mon!" James ran out with Rose, while Al stayed back with Stella.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Al was shaking violently.

"Oh, I'm just a little nervous. I really don't wanna get sorted into Slytherin. Especially not with Scorpius."

"A little? You're shaking like my grandmother when she yells, 'BINGO!' And there's nothing to be worried about. Every house is equally important. Although, my father still has no clue as to what the hell a Hufflepuff is."

"Stella, be serious. If I get sorted into Slytherin, Scorpius will torture me."

"He won't if you're in Slytherin."

"Alright…"

Albus and Stella made their way to the Great Hall. When they found James and Rose, the two were far from happy.

"Oi, Stella, where were you and Al? I was kinda worried."

"James. The boy is with a responsible fifth year. There is no need to worry."

"Alright. But don't do that again."

"You have my word." Stella winked at Al.

"Okay ickle brother, let's get you sorted!"

All of the first years gathered in the Great Hall as the other houses sat at their tables. Headmaster McGonagall made an announcement that barely anybody payed attention to. She then presented the Sorting Hat, and sat down to listen to its song.

Oh,you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your tops hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell brave of 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 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 folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And you won't get in a flap!
You're safe in my hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap

Everyone clapped politely, and McGonnagal got up from her seat to start the sorting.

"Beatrice Allgood." The first name was called, and a short, rosy-cheeked girl walked up to the sorting hat and sat down. McGonnagal placed the hat on her head, and it quickly responded with, "Hufflepuff!" The entire Hufflepuff table cheered and whistled quite loudly. Enough to burst an eardrum. Beatrice stepped down from the stool and made her way to the table. More names were called, and more students sorted as time went on, and Al was getting more and more nervous every second.

"Ignacio Jones."

"Gryffindor."

"Abigail Oxford."

"Ravenclaw."

"Albus Potter."

It was his turn. By this time, his stomach was fluttering. He slowly made his way to the stool. By the time he got there, McGonnagal looked quite impatient.

"Please hurry, Mr. Potter. Oh my, I never thought I would say that again…"

He approached the stool, and McGonnagal placed the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Ah, yet another Potter," it said. "Yes. You appear to be just like your father. I think I know EXACTLY what to do with you. GRYFFINDOR!"