Sorry it's so slow. School has just started back up again, so I'm up to my wand in homework. Not much action happens, it's just a fill-in. That's why it was hard to write. Don't expect a masterpeice guys, which is why I do not own anything. AT ALL.
Damn. DamnDamnDamnDamnDamn. Scorpius screamed inside. When he said down with the rules, he never meant this far across the line. God, Dad'l be unbearable. A Malfoy and a Gryffindor. It's never been that way. I'l be disowned, he thought mournfully. There was whispering behind him.
'Well, wasn't that a tad unexpected ?' Said the irish witch in an undertone. Unexpected? Unexpected? You might as well have warranted my death sentance, you hag, Scorpius thought. Everyone was stunned. Even the Gryffindors weren't cheering. They always cheered. Even when the overly unco-ordinated Longbottom twins were both assigned to their house they cheered louder than any other house could. But now they were silent. He glanced at the slytherin table, all looking shocked. They thought I was a shoe-in, thought Scorpius. I was a shoe in. I was definitely a Slytherin at the station this morning, he thought. Was it on the train? Or was it the Ghost? Maybe it's the fact that Slytherin is a house, Gryffindor is a family. That's not true! Scorpius was torn. The hat couldn't be wrong, could it? The Slytherin house, for a moment was silent with shock, as if registering the loss of one of their own, before looking at him angrily. What once were his friends were now his sworn enemy.
'Malfoy, you need to go and sit down now' Longbottom said kindly. Even he expected me to be a Slytherin.
'No, I have to be resorted, please! You don't understand!' Malfoy cried. But he knew, the Hat was barely strong enough to sort the rest of the first years. He couldn't sort one more. Especially seeing the damage he had done the first time round. Malfoy hopped off the seat and trudged towards his new house. He sat next to the Longbottom twins, as they had been the last Gryffindors sorted.
'How strange!' Gushed Poppy in an undertone. 'I mean, I thought you were a-' But she was stopped mid-dentance by Alex, who probably saw the lack of tact in her words. Thankfully, James saw the awkward situation occuring and came to the rescue.
'And so the Snake turns into a Lion! Welcome to Gryffindor, mate!' James appeared to be the only person excited about Scorpius' situation. 'I hope you're a pranker! I got some stuff to test out from my uncle.' Scorpius looked confused. They were test driving?
'My Uncle George owns Weasley Wizard Wheezes. He gets me to be his Hogwarts salesperson by test-driving all their new gear! Me and Freddie there' He pointed to a boy with tan skin and chocolate coloured hair 'And Zavier Wood' He motioned to the boy next to him ' Are the next gen marauders. We were hoping Al would join the business, but he doesn't seem keen. Speak of the Devil, here he is.' Albus was walking up to sit on the stool, his eyes wide with fear and excitement. The hat sat on his head, muttering about his ancestors. His eyes scrunched up, and he appeared to be muttering something over and over under his breath. The hat continued-
'I told your father the same thing, you know. You could be great in Slytherin. Ah well, better be... GRYFFINDOR!' And the table erupted into applause.
'Thank god,' James said to Scorpius under his breath. 'I almost thought he wouldn't make it!' Most people could talk a hind leg off a donkey. James, Scorpius decided, could talk four whole legs off a Hungarian Horntail. Albus plonked down next to him.
'Erm, Albus – The hat' he said. Albus had forgotten to take the hat off and had to return it to Lavender Patil, who was squirming on the chair. Everyone else was roaring with laughter and Scorpius noticed Al's ears go rather pink. James almost fell onto the floor saying 'God Bless 'im'. Scorpius was just glad that people had stopped staring at him. Albus was covering his head in his hand.
'Just be glad that the Hat didn't have another heart attack' Scorpius said as words of comfort. Everyone returned to their conversations, or for the few that watched, the sorting. 'Don't worry. They've stopped looking.' Scorpius said. Albus lifted his head, his face red as a tomato.
'Oh gosh! Aren't you red!' Gaped Poppy.
'I get it from me mums' side...' muttered Albus. There seemed to be an awful lot on his mum's side, as 8 of his supposed 27 cousins came up to congratulate him. And then there were the friends.
'We don't really know them,' explained James as he smiled at a teacher. 'Dad just went to school with their parents or auntie or something. And Al gets all the attention because he looks like dad.' Albus just smiled. The Malfoy family was small, always had been, always will be. He had no aunties or uncles to meet up with. And the family had no friends that would be the surrogate uncle who gave great presents. Most of the people his father talked of, were in prison. Three guesses why.
At that point, James' other cousin Louis stepped up, shaking. He sat the Hat on his head, the rim covering his nose. 'RAVENCLAW' The hat yelled. Louis slumped, but didn't object and he trudged over to his house.
'Damn. He's bloody smart, that one, so I'm not surprised, but... Gosh!' He sounded very surprised to Scorpius. I suppose Louis had just done what Scorpius had. Broken family tradition. Ancient family tradition. Maybe we can start a club, thought Scorpius. 'Ah the famous Rose. Definitely a Gryffindor, no doubt about that.' James continued to ramble. The world is full of contradictions, Scorpius had just learned, so he ignored the comment. Scorpius was right. The Hat sat on Rose's head for a whole two minutes before deciding, in a slightly sorry tone that she was destined for 'SLYTHERIN'. James, for once, was speachless.
Rose didn't even flinch. Without even a hint of anger, sadness or frustration, she went over to her new house. Everyone in Gryffindor slumped in their seats. Rose smiled, somewhat sadly at ALbus before sitting herself in what should and could have been Scorpius' seat. She almost looked pleased. Rose was the last to be sorted. It was probably just as well, because the hat looked ready to pass out.
'How can a Hat be so tired?' Asked Poppy, almost reading his mind. 'I mean, It's a HAT! All it does is sit around all year, waiting to sort people! How can it be so... dead? And gosh, what a shock, I mean with you, Scorpius, and Louis and Ro-'
But Poppy was stopped mid-sentence by Proffesor McGonigal, who was standing at the podium, ready to give the welcome speach.
'Now, as eventful as this feast has been, we really must press on.' She said crisply. 'I have something to announce. This year, at the advice of many government officials, and the sorting hat, we have decided to invest our time in some inter-house co-operation.' Everyone began to talk at a rappid pace. What they meant, was the end to the silent and unspoken rule: Slytherins are not to be fraternised with. 'So, you will not be going back to your houses tonight, for this school will no longer be split so far. Prefects! Please come forth.' And with that, Victiore, Teddy, Lachlan Wood and Elsbeth Bell came up to the front of the hall. It began to rain overhead. Teddy began to call names. Mine, Albus, Rose and Louis, Lavender Chang and so many others. And with that we were ushered up to the Gryffindor Tower. Except the red and gold I had expected, wasn't there.
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