A/N: I know it's been forever and I'm sorry! I've been computerless so I haven't had a chance to post this new chappie. It's not my best work, I know.

Song credit to my best friend in the world, thattkidjess!

If the formatting is off, that's because this was written on my iPod; I'll fix it as soon as I have a chance.

Anyways, enjoy! And please review. (:

I remember the Sorting ceremony.

We all walked into the Great Hall, nervous as could be. Well, I wasn't really nervous; I knew I'd end up in Slytherin just like the rest of my ancestors. This was a fact I was resigned to. And it's not like I really minded; it would make Mother and Father happy if I followed in their footsteps. I just kind of wanted to be different from everyone else, make a name for myself.
Looking around at my fellow first years, I saw I was one of the very few not about to vomit. Albus Potter seemed about to faint, but Rose was staring around in fascination. Not surprising. From the two minute conversation we'd had on the train, I could tell that she was overly excited about coming here. Her eyes had just sparkled and the robes she already had on were a dead giveaway.

There I went again, thinking about her. I couldn't do that; I'd promised Father.

Thankfully, Professor Longbottom walked to the front of the hall, carrying a stool and what must be the Sorting Hat, distracting me from thoughts of the forbidden redhead.

He stepped back and, along with everyone else in the hall, stared at the hat. I realized it must be about to sing; sure enough, it's brim split open a few seconds later.

In your father's eyes, you are the one to be
A strong, powerful green Slytherin,
is what he longs to see
To be like him in every way, always the one to win
Has to be the key

Eager to be here, with your robes on before you stepped on the train
Just like your mother,

But in no way will you use her fame
You are your own person, and that you will soon see
Gryffindor is where you are expected to be, but instead I will sing this song differently

What will come, no one is to see but me
Two souls will meet out of destiny
And become friends in time of need
Everything I say is a prophecy

No matter how much people will talk
These two people are meant to be
Fear and tears will make their eyes lock
But they really don't see to the tee
That they will be forever united

No one will ever suspect
That these two Ravenclaws
Will soon neglect
What they once promised their parents
Because they do not see the flaws of which their elders speak

As I will say over and over again
Beware of what might begin
Because of these rivals' kin
But no matter what don't forget
That I speak of a divination that will be met

For some reason, the words this enchanted piece of fabric sang with such certainty sent chills down my spine. Could it be? No, of course not.

Before I could over analyze the song even more, the Sorting began. I didn't pay much attention to anyone, just waited for my name to be called.

"Malfoy, Scorpius!" I heard a few mutters as I strode forward. Oh well, I was used to being talked about.

I carefully placed the hat on my head, fully expecting it to immediately place me in Slytherin. Instead, it wanted to talk to me.

"Oh ho, another Malfoy. Draco's son. Well, then, boy, I see you're expecting me to place you in Slytherin, but at the same time, you don't particularly want to go there. Want to be different. Well, that can be arranged. But which other House to put you in?

"You've got brains and you're clever, so Ravenclaw would be a good match for you. You're not overly loyal; Hufflepuff is out. But oh! You've got courage, my lad. As well you'd have to to grow up a Malfoy after the Second War. But your bravery has limits; you're letting your father dictate your friends. So I don't know if Gryffindor is right for you either..."

"Oh, just make up your mind," I thought, exasperated with the hat already. I was almost sure it was messing with me and was just going to put me in Slytherin anyways.

"Rude, aren't you?" it asked, amused. "All right, then. The best choice for you, boy, is RAVENCLAW!"

I stood up mechanically and walked to the blue and bronze table. The hall was silent until I sat down; then, the applause started, growing louder at my table especially.

I didn't really watch the rest of the Sorting. Only two people stood out to me. Albus Potter became a Gryffindor, just like his famous father, mother, aunt, and uncle. But his cousin, the enigma I just couldn't get out of my head, wasn't Sorted into Gryffindor.

She became a Ravenclaw like me.

Well. My promise to Father was definitely going to be put to the test.