IMPORTANT YOU READ THIS: OK, I know that Mcgonagall retired from being headmistress around this year, Albus's first year, but I don't know who was after her and I can't think of a good name for another head so i'm just going to stick with what I've put. I hope it's good enough because I spent quite a long time on this chappie, also i am NOT trying to copy the actual Harry Potter books/films so please don't put things like: that happened before that or no one said that because it doesn't matter unless i'm quoting, thanks
Chapter 1
Albus:
Rose and I along with the rest of the first years huddle together in front of a Professor who looked very strict. Her hair was in a doughnut bun with only a couple of stands falling so that they frame her middle aged face I can't remember her name. She stood in front of a chair which had, placed on it an old looking brown witches hat. The sorting hat. Dad and James sat for hours telling me stories about it, of course James made things up in a failed attempt to spook me out but i didn't fall for it. OK i did but the things he said were gruesome and not very nice at all. I've had nightmares about the sorting hat and me being sorted into Slytherin, the house where every witch or wizard sorted into it turns bad, and becoming an evil Dark lord like the legend that my own father defeated and i'm scared of embarrassment and humiliation. I want to go into Griffindor like my Dad. The hall we were in had candles floating in the middle of the ceiling. Aunt Hermionie says it's bewitched to look like the nights sky. The floor is wooden and the ceiling is high. in the middle of the hall are four extremely long tables. Behind the sorting hat is the teachers table; at it, sit all of the Hogwarts Professors including Professor Longbottom who my Dad is really good friends with and in the middle of them the headmistress of Hogwarts; Professor Dingell-Ravenclaw, the last known ancestor of Rowena Ravenclaw and the best Headteacher after Dumbledore and mcgonalgall (Rose and I looked her up) but everyone just calls her Professor Ravenclaw. It only makes sense she's now head of Ravenclaw.
''When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Rebecca Dashwood'' the professor called, the room is silenced and a girl with red hair and blue eyes walked slowly and nervously towards the chair, her steady footsteps echoing against the wood beneath her feet. When shes sat down the professor places the sorting hat onto her head. The girl has her eyes closed as if she's wishing or praying hard for something
''Hufflepuff!'' The sorting hat says loudly before the hufflepuff table begin clapping and she joins them.
''Lillian Morgana'' I could not help but be reminded of the old legend of Arthur then. She walks up confidently and sits down.
''Slytherin!'' I shudder at the word. The sorting hat says and slytherin mimic hufflepuff's previous reaction. A few other people are chosen from the various houses of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Griffindor and Slytherin before the surname that my father had warned Rose and I to stay away from was said and Rose and I exchanged curious looks.
''Scorpius Malfoy'' He walks up. It's a blonde haired boy who wears a sickening smirk on his pale face and his eyes are deep and careless, but hey, maybe i'm biased.
''It's him'' Rose whispered looking as if she... admired the way he looked, i raised my eyebrow at her and an unreadable expression crossed her features before it returned to a more guarded expression.
''Malfoy eh'?'' The sorting hat said in an amused tone. ''easy, Slytherin'' he said as if it were no suprise, which it certainly wasn't. All too quickly it was Rose's turn and I gave her an encouraging look before she proceeded to the hat.
''Weasly i've been wondering when i'd be seeing another one of you'' the hat spoke, ''Griffindor!'' I was so happy for Rose but I couldn't help thinking about my Dad's near-slytherin experience, I was more nervous now since the amount of first years left were rapidly decreasing.
''Albus Potter!?'' the professor seemed suprised it was more of a question than a calling or a name. I was almost frozen to my spot but after a few seconds I had to walk up to the hat. I sat down, crossed my fingers and began to chant to myself
''Not Slytherin, anything but slytherin, please not slytherin''
''You remind me of your father, Potter, are you sure? I will say to you as I once said to him: they could make you great you know. Why not pick the choice your father couldn't?'' I continued to chant which gave him the hint. It was when I stopped chanting when it was as if all of time stopped. This would be my house for the next five or six years and I realized i want to be in Griffindor like James and Rose and like the rest of my family.
''Very well, if you're certain then, Griffindor.'' He said. It was then when the whole of griffindor began cheering for me and I felt a flood of happiness and relief. The Proffesor who's name I still can't remember lifts the hat off of my head and i go to sit next to James with the rest of my house. I feel kind of victorious.
''Bluebell Benthusen'' the professor called out and a pretty girl with stormy grey eyes and brown hair walked up to the sorting hat.
''Seems to me like your made for slytherin but that's the problem, isn't it Benthusen? You are destined for Ravenclaw... how difficult.'' I watched Bluebell as she stared down at her clasped hands. It seemed as though she was whispering please.
''Ravenclaw!'' The sorting hat decided after a long pause and I watched as she let out a breath and walked, to her rejoicing table of Ravenclaw, there's something different about her and I want to find out what her story is. A few more people go before there is no one left.
''Thank you professor Dronham,'' That's her name, the sorting hat Lady. Professor Dronham. ''I do hope you are all comfortable in your houses. I have a few quick notices i would like to address, firstly I would like to say the third floor, second corridor on the right is out of bounds due to current re-construction which hasn't be completed and I would not advise going up there unsupervised. Any student with no pass or who isn't supervised will be punished. Let the feast... Begin!'' and with the clap of Professor Ravenclaw's hands all sorts of amazing, tasty foods appeared on the table before me. We dug in hungrily.
''You Potter? The Potter? James' brother?'' A boy with spiky dark hair who was opposite me said. He wasn't a first year. I nodded and he smirked. ''Welcome to Hogwarts'' He said knowingly as if there was a secret he was hiding.
''err, thanks?'' I said
''Stop your creeping Walker, he's not giving you an autograph!'' James cut in
''I bet she will.'' He stated gesturing to Rose who was already talking to some friends she'd made in Diagon Alley.
''Don't even talk to her, she won't look twice at you'' James said
''Hey, Rose is it?'' Rose turned around to look at him
''Do you mind telling your cousin to stop telling people not to talk to you and Potter here,' the last part was aimed at me. Rose gave him a fake smile with a hint of disgust before turning back around to her friends. I laugh as Walker pouts and continues to eat his food.
''I'm a muggle-born, the names Danny'' a blonde boy from my left introduces,
''My names Amelia,''
''Lilly''
''My names Lotus''
''They call me Terrible Tim, cos' i cause so much trouble'' the people on the table laugh
''I'm Albus'' I say before taking a chicken leg from the plate in front and biting into it
''Ah, named after the one and only Dumbledore no doubt'' Lotus commented
''Yes actually,''
''Lucky you, i'm named after a flower!'' he said
''Hey!'' Lilly warned
''I'm a guy, that's different!'' He argued. For the rest of the meal we enjoyed friendly banter and talked until the feast was done and we were shown to our common room and dormitories by the prefects.
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