The first years shuffled nervously into a small room where a familiar woman with curly hair and a kind smile stood, beckoning the first years towards her with a chuckle, "Don't look so scared, I'm hardly going to feed you to a basilisk. I am Professor Brown, the transfiguration teacher and I shall introduce you to Hogwarts. Hogwarts was founded by four of the greatest wizards of time, and each have a house named after them that they nurtured and picked. Shortly, you will be sorted into a house which will become like your family, any problems and you go to your prefects or heads of house. Rewards may be given in the form of House points, but any punishments may lose points. Now wait here whilst I notify the headmistress of your arrival." Professor Brown disappeared through a humongous wooden door, as it opened Albus could hear shouts and laughter, he shivered, he could just imagine the look of amusement if he was put in Slytherin... he kept replaying the scene over and over in his head, the sorting hat shouting out to a crowd of pupils that Harry Potters son was in Slytherin, the most evil of the houses, everybody laughing at him, or, even worse being told that he was not in fact magic and would have to get the Hogwarts Express home to his ashamed parents- Albus was jolted out of his daydream by the creak of the door and a smiling Professor Brown looking at the first years." You can come in now, line up in the middle aisle, I will call your names one by one, you will sit on the stool, and wait for the Sorting Hat to make its decision, then you can sit at your houses table." The first years unwillingly walked into the Hall, where they were greeted by an amazing sight. The ceiling of the hall was a dark nights sky, scattered with stars that twinklled mischeviously. Once again snapped out of their stupour, the first years realised that the Professor was calling someones nam and the rest of the hall had fallen silent, waiting for "Allinson, Henry" to try on the hat. The short, chubby boy stumbled up to the stool, almost tripping over it in the process. He jammed the hat upon his round head and the hat shouted almost immediatly, "HUFFLEPUFF!" Cheers erupted from the table to Henry's left, and he staggered clumsily to the table, blushing furiously. Albus started to ignore Professor Brown until he heard, " Potter, Albus" His heart skipped a beat, and he walked to the chair, ignoring the whispers from the tables around him. He sat on the rickety stool and placed the shabby hat gingerely on his head, pushing it up when it fell past his eyes. He heard a deep voice in his ears, and looked around to see if the rest of the hall could hear it, when they couldn't he relaxed nad started to listen, " Hmmm, another Potter I see, well you are just as difficult to place as your father was... hmmm... I can feel wit, and brains, but a hint of cunning, perhaps Slytherin would be your destined house," Albus, remembering what his father had told him, thought, not slyhterin anywhere but slytherin, please, "So your father told you that one, did he, wel, its my choice not yours, although I can sense a great deal of courage, and honour, and pride, but the cunning, and the brains... hmm better be-!"