A/N: Hey! Thanks for the reviews! Here's Chapter 2.

Disclaimer: All characters and the wizarding world belong to J. K. Rowling.

Nervously, Scorpius twisted his robes around his hand as Professor McGonagall slowly made her way down the lengthy list of names. As he waited, agitated, for his fate to finally be decided, Scorpius pondered over what Albus had said. Why should he be in Slytherin?

He recalled his father pulling him aside at the station looking quite saddened.

He had warned him of his family's reputation, how everyone would assume he was a spoilt brat and that even the Sorting Hat will presume that he is destined to be in Slytherin.

"But that doesn't matter," he had said "you can be whoever you want to be."

He remembered feeling confused, until he noticed the scowls heading in his direction and he was soon sitting entirely alone in a train compartment. It didn't matter that he would be in Slytherin, it mattered that he would spend 7 years, possibly longer, completely lonely.

And then he met Albus, the very person he least expected to walk into the compartment, so willing to be friends. It was strange, he found himself latching onto his every word, and a strange fire sprouted in his stomach. Perhaps he was wrong; he won't be alone after all.

"Malfoy, Scorpius!"

McGonagall's voice echoed around the whispering hall. He could have sworn he heard a few snickers from the Gryffindor table.

Scorpius untangled his hands form his robes and strode confidently towards the small, three legged stool.

Just convince the hat.

He settled queasily on the rickety seat.

No. He was a Slytherin. He would still have some classes with Albus. Besides, his grandfather would be so disappointed.

And so, as the Hat was lowered onto his head, he wasn't remotely surprised when, without talking to Scorpius privately, it shouted "SLYTHERIN!", and a few Slytherins clapped lamely as he took his seat.

He avoided Albus' eyes lest he remind himself of the friend he could have had. Instead, he stared at the empty dinner plate, feeling the steely gaze of the students around him.

He knew the Slytherins would hate him. Families with Death Eaters had damaged Slytherin's reputation, his father was a coward, and his grandfather was snobbish.

He sighed and waited for the rest of the first years' names to be called out.

...

Albus mournfully watched Scorpius scuttle to the wrong table. Great, he had just made a friend and now he won't get to see him.

Several times, he attempted to catch Scorpius' eye, but his friend seemed determined to avoid his gaze.

A few names later, "Potter, Albus!" was called and Albus trembled up the small steps. Turning around, he spied Rose seated at the Gryffindor table with two other first year girls. He briefly met eyes with James, but turned his gaze away before his brother could make a rude gesture at him. His eyes found Scorpius, who remained staring at the polished silver before him.

The Sorting Hat was lowered onto his head; Albus fixed his eyes on the doors ahead of him, barely visible beneath the oversized hat.

Determined. I'll give you that, Potter.

Albus started at the voice in his head.

I just want to be with my friend, he thought.

Just a friend, eh?

I don't care about Gryffindor anymore, just let me be with Scorpius.

Don't fret, young Potter. It's inevitable that you be in Slytherin. It's all here in your head.

Inevitable?

Well, you're courageous I suppose but you thrive on adrenaline and determination. And I could hardly let two halves of a whole denature in separate houses.

What' s that supposed to mean?

"SLYTHERIN!"

...

A collective gasp bounced around the room and all eyes followed Albus Potter as he calmly walked over to Scorpius – who now looked at his friend, gaping – and sat down.

No one clapped nor cheered. Instead, they started to snicker. "Harry Potters' son," they whispered, "in Slytherin."

After a few minutes, Professor McGonagall, who had managed to recollect herself, drew the attention back to the Sorting.

Albus started to feel uncomfortable with the shocked stares and amused glances.

"You said you were in Gryffindor." A voice hissed in his ear.

Albus wished Scorpius would stop gaping at him.

"I guess I was wrong." Albus muttered.

The rest of the Sorting passed quickly and the rest of the school prioritised their hungry stomach rather than the odd occurrence of Albus Potters' Sorting.

Scorpius seemed to recover from the astonishment fairly fast, realising that he wouldn't be so lonesome after all. They talked as enlivened as they had on the train ride, ignoring the occasional whisper or stare form other students.

Eventually, led by a prefect, they made their way to the Slytherin dormitory near the dungeons.

They found that they were the only Slytherin boys of their year. They weren't too surprised though: the amount of students sorted into Slytherin had decreased dramatically after the fall of Voldemort.

Albus laughed at the almost empty room, and stuck his hand out to Scorpius, "Well I suppose it's just us two that has to put up with each other, then."

Scorpius smiled and shook Albus' hand, but in that moment, he realised he wanted more than just a handshake, and he inwardly mourned at the thought.

Because he knew that Harry Potters' son would never want anything more than friendship.

A/N: So I think I sort of rushed this chapter. Next chapter will likely be 5 years later or I might do a little more while they're young, like maybe Harry's reaction to his son in Slytherin, or maybe a couple of years later, or maybe all of the above. What do you think?. Please review at let me know what you think so far.