The great hall was buzzing with chatter as professor McGonagall read out the name, "Malfoy, Scorpius," and a boy, who was taller than average, with blond hair, and gray eyes, walked up to the stool. If I hadn't know who he was, I'd have said he was a good looking bloke...but I knew who he was. What disturbed me the most was the way Al and Rose were watching him, as if they were praying for him to be sorted in his house of choice, watching with eager, hopeful, eyes. I found out mere moments ago, from Victoire, that they were sitting with him on the train. I couldn't wait to write to Dad and Uncle Ron about this development. (Oh, and by the way, didn't I tell you that Teddy and Victoire would get together? Well they did, just like I said. I'm always right about these things!)
The boy sat on the stool, but instead of looking smug as most future Slytherins did, he looked nervous. The hat thought for about thirty seconds before saying, "Ravenclaw!" The entire hall fell silent. Dead silent. No one knew what they had heard, because Draco Malfoy's son couldn't be a Ravenclaw. Slowly the Ravenclaws began to clap as a grinning, can you believe it? GRINNING, Scorpius sat down at their table.
I was so lost in thought about this development that I didn't register McGonagall calling, "Potter, Albus," until Steven elbowed me and whispered, "Your brother!"
"Huh, what?" I asked, before noticing Albus. I wasn't really worried about him though, he was a Potter through and through. I'd even saved him a seat, cause he wouldn't want to sit alone. (I was feeling particularly brotherly, in case you hadn't noticed.)
The hat thought for two whole minutes, before shouting "Ravenclaw!". The entire hall was silent. Dead silent. Albus Potter, Harry Potter's f-ing son!, had just been sorted into Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw I tell you! This was madness! First the Malfoy boy, now Albus! Ridiculous.
Albus, however, didn't seem the least bit upset, he grinned, and sat down right next to Malfoy, I'm not even joking! And then, get this, Malfoy clapped him on the back! This. Was. Madness. MADNESS I TELL YOU!
My brain was still comprehending the incomprehensible when I noticed that only Rose was left.
"Weasley, Rose," called McGonagall, and Rose stood up, trembling. She looked terrified. She sat on the stool, and put on the hat, which debated for about a minute before shouting "Ravenclaw!" She beamed, and went to sit between Albus and Scorpius. And then, get this, she hugs them. Both of them!
The entire hall is shocked, and no one more so than me. My entire world, and everything that was certain in it, had collapsed. My Potter-Weasley brother was a Ravenclaw! My pre-sworn enemy, son of the enemy of my parents, was a Ravenclaw. My cousin, my Weasley cousin, complete with the famous Weasley outspokenness and temper, was a Ravenclaw. I knew she was smart, but Aunt Hermione was the smartest in her year and even she was a Gryffindor. But this was only half of my reason for being shell-shocked. The other more disturbing thing was the fact that my Weasley cousin, and my Potter-Weasley brother, had both just hugged a Malfoy! They were chatting now like friends! Victoire was right! They were traitors.
That Malfoy kid wasn't going to live long.