I'm sorry it took so long! I was on vacation for pretty much all of July and I just got back. I know this chapter is short, but it's better than nothing. I'll try to upload something again soon.

Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling, and am simply using her ideas to create my own story.

Albus 4

It was nighttime in the dormitories, and no one was allowed in the Common Rooms at such a late hour. At the desk in my dorm, there were stacks of parchment, as I sat there, scribbling on them, fearful of my parents. Perhaps if I complained about how awful Slytherin was, my parents could understand?

Dear Mum and Dad,

Hogwarts is terrible. The Sorting Hat is a pile of crap and put a load of soot in my hair, and then it decided to make me a dumb joke of a person by placing me in Slytherin! I am NOT a Slytherin! I don't belong in a place where everyone is evil enough to talk about how high and mighty "He Who Must Not Be Named" and "You Know Who" are. I don't even know who they bloody are, yet they keep asking my standpoint on who should've won in the last war. Obviously I think the good guys who won should've won!

Rose and I met this great Malfoy guy on the train, but then it turned out tha

Nothing was good enough. I wrote and rewrote my letters, hoping my parents wouldn't react too badly. How could I sooth the matter over? Maybe if I pointed out everyone else's flaws . . .

Dear Mum and Dad,

I'm in Slytherin. I don't know who to trust, because everyone around me is evil! Everyone glares at me and questions your honor, just because you were on the side that won. A 3rd year named Zabini was yelling at me about how the majority of his family was in Azkaban prison because of you but I

No, I wasn't going to get anywhere with the truth. If I really wanted my parents to accept me, I had to lie, and be the child they all wanted me to be. I decided to insist upon my Gryffindorness. What would my raw emotions be? I decided to start out simple, and maybe I would elaborate as I went on.

Mum and Dad,

I became a Gryffindor, just like you wanted me to! I am so excited. They gave us our Gryffindor robes right away, so I can show them off to James and Rose, and then anyone who isn't part of our House. I'm really proud of myself. I'm so glad that I proved James wrong! Because I am not a Slytherin! There is absolutely no way I am. I am doing well in my clas

No that was terrible. It was much too forced. I couldn't simply deny that I was Slytherin! I thought about what would happen if I were Gryffindor. Rose and I would skip to our classes with huge smiles on our faces, and then we'd study together, as we'd have all the same classes; not just a few. I hated school, but at least I'd be in Gryffindor. Then, we'd get to the best part of school: flying lessons. I already knew how to fly a broom, so I'd be excellent. I searched my mind for the things I should say.

Dad and Mum,

James is teasing me as usual. He keeps telling me that me being Sorted into Gryffindor was a mistake. When I woke up all of my bed sheets, clothes, and even my wand was colored green and silver. When Rose found out she immediately told Neville and he scheduled James for a detention with him tomorrow night. Don't bring it up to him or anything though, because he's going to get mad at me for telling you. Actually, I was talking to Louis and he said that James might be telling some untrue things about me in his letter. I mean, for example, he might say I'm actually in Hufflepuff or something—A House that I am most definitely not a part of.

I am enjoying all of my classes so far. Actually, I think I have a knack for potions. You mentioned that Severus was the Potions professor in your day so maybe I get it from him. I guess that doesn't really make sense, but maybe people named Severus just have knack for Potions class, you know?

I'm not just following Rose around everywhere, too. I made friends with a boy named Sean Dakota. We have many common interests. An example is that we are both in Gryffindor, and, as I'm sure you both realized in your Gryffindor days, Gryffindors have many things in common. We played Wizard's Chess together, but I beat him! Plus, I've got loads of other friends here.

However, one of Rose's new friends was Sorted into the House she least wanted to be in, and would like some advice on what she should do. She is a Muggle-born, so she asked us to ask our parents for advice on the situation. You should definitely reply with advice as soon as possible.

Love,

Albus

Scribbled letters lay crumpled around my bloody green bed and along the floors of the Slytherin dormitories. My roommates were sound asleep except for Malfoy, who was staring at me from his bed with a half-opened eye.

"Yes, Malfoy?" I inquired, as I blew the ink dry. He shifted so as not to face me, and hid his head under the covers. "Malfoy, I know you're awake."

The blond boy groaned. "Fine, you caught me. What do you want?"

"To know why you've been spying on me," I told him dryly.

"I haven't been spying you—watching you, maybe, but not spying." I raised my eyebrows, and he shrugged. "Okay, fine, you can call it whatever you want, but I'm curious about what you're going to tell your parents."

"You know, it really is not any of your business." I turned away to seal my final draft, but out of the corner of my eye I saw him open up one of the crumpled letters.

"How do you think they're going to react?" he asked, after he scanned through one of the first ones I'd written. I shrugged in reply. "I'm sure they would've sent a Howler by now if they really minded. Someone in your family is bound to have told them by now." And that was something he was right about. I had delayed writing to them for a whole week, and now my parents were sure to have found out about my Sorting from one of my many cousins. Then again, they hadn't written to me yet, either. Maybe they were shunning me. Maybe they disowned me without letting me know. My false letter I was about to send would clear the whole matter up.

I hid the last letter under my pillow so Malfoy wouldn't discover the contents, and quickly told him that we should talk about something else. "What about you?" I asked. "How did your parents react? I thought you said your dad hated being in Slytherin."

"He did," Malfoy confirmed, "but he reacted all right. He told me that he actually had a great time in Hogwarts at first, so I don't really see why he and my mother wanted me to be in Ravenclaw so badly. My granddad is absolutely thrilled though." The more he talked, the more cheerful he got about it, but I still couldn't understand how anything could possibly have warmed him to the thought of being in Slytherin. "Your family is going to react fine. Just look at mine."

"Your family has been in Slytherin for centuries. Your family is full of Pureblood oafs with your Pureblood pride about having the same amount of bloody magic as everybody else!"

Malfoy's jaw dropped, and just as I was satisfied with my angered spurt, he shouted, "Well, just because I'm a Pureblood doesn't mean I think I'm better than all the Mudbloods or whatever! If I recall correctly, you're a Half-blood, which means that somewhere in your ancestry line, someone was a Pureblood and still liked a Muggle or Muggle-born, so obviously we're not all prejudiced!"

"Mudblood? You even say the bloody word!" I yelled back at him. "Only prejudiced people say things like that."

"Are you bloody serious? I used it for emphasis not for bloody—"

The floors resonated with a loud thump the moment he cut out, and just as the triumph of winning an argument rushed through me, a sharp rock unsuspectingly whacked me in the head, and knocked me over. I placed a hand on my wound, and felt a small amount of sticky red fluid creeping down my skull. "SHUT. THE HELL. UP!" another First Year screamed. "I'm trying to bloody sleep!" He threw another rock at us for good measure, and I heard Malfoy yelp quietly in pain.

We waited, silent on the ground, for what felt like hours. Finally, when could safely assume the attacker was fast asleep, I whispered, "Malfoy?"

It took a moment for him to register, but at last he replied. "Yes?"

"Well, um . . ."

"Get on with it."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess I am. I'm bleeding a little, but it's fine. He had a mean throw." I silently agreed.

"Who was that, anyways?"

I had to think about it for a moment. "It might have been Millicent." I said his name extra soft, just in case he heard it and woke up again. Thankfully, we only had four students in total in our dorm room. With the overflow of students, most Slytherins had six or seven roommates. The other kid in our room was a boy named Richard King, but he never talked. It was almost as if he wasn't even there.

Malfoy's breathing became even, and I realized he was asleep. Because of the throbbing in my head, I stayed awake and looked up to the ceiling. It was shimmering, like I was staring at the night sky from underwater. I got the creepy feeling that someone up there was watching me. No, it couldn't be true.

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