Disclaimer - Yet again, it pains me to say I own nothing from the Harry Potter world.
A/N - I'm not sure if I'm happy with this chapter, but it's my longest yet so here goes! Thanks again to my reviewer J-star Black :) maybe you guys will join him/her in writing a quick review? Much appreciated x
Albus Potter
Standing in the first years line, Albus Serverus Potter looked around the Great Hall at Hogwarts that he had heard so many stories about. So the cieling really does reflect the night sky, he thought. It was weird to think that Grandma and Granddad Weasley had once been seated in here, Grandma and Grandpa Potter also. His parents and aunts and uncles had told him many tales of events happening in this very room, and all his older cousins had memories here. Every generation of his family had been here, where he was standing right now. As well as being a bit strange, it was also a very comforting feeling to the young Potter. Everyone he was close to had expeirenced this, or was going to.
"Potter, Albus"
Lost in his own thoughts, Albus was only alerted to the fact it was his turn to be sorted by a finger prodding him hard in the back, and a voice hissing "Albus!".
"Thanks Rose" Al whispered, as he left the line and headed for the old hat.
Albus was very nervous about his sorting. Nightmears had been tortering him, "Albus Potter, SLYTHERIN!", he would wake up to the line every morning, ringing in his mind. James hadn't helped. He seemed to find it extremly amusing when Al accidently let slip to him about the dreams. It was almost like James wanted him to be a Slytherin. Albus's parents, Ginny and Harry heard the teasing from down stairs, and once their oldest son was back in his bedroom, they tried desperatly hard to reasure Al. Yet nothing seemed to work. On platform 9 and ¾ Harry had one final attemp to get his son to stop worrying. He told Albus of his own sorting, and how he chose Gryffindor over Slytherin. None of the other Potters knew about what happened when the raggedy hat was placed on the Boy Who Lived's head. Albus's mind was put at ease, knowing that he had some choice in the matter, but he was still worried all the same.
He now sat down on the stool and pulled the hat onto his messy black hair.
"What your father told you is true you know"
Albus jumped, and nearly tumbled off the stool. James had told him the hat looked into your mind, but Al wasn't prepared for how much it could actually read your thoughts.
"I..erm..are you on about chosing which house your put in?"
"Yes Mr Potter, yes I am"
"Oh well-"
"Why don't you want Slytherin Alubs? Whats so bad about that delightful house?"
"Its just..Slytherins known for dark wizards"
"Yes, and?Not all from that house are dark. You want to prove to your dad that you can be just as great as he was. You want to show James that your not just a little boy…Those sound like Slytherin qualitys to me"
"I'm not a Slytherin! Please Sorting Hat, if I really can chose, I'll have anything but Slytherin!"
"Well young Potter, if it really means that much to you….
GRYFFINDOR!"
Breathing a big sigh of relief, Albus Potter took off the Sorting Hat, placed it back for the next student, and headed over to the red and gold table. Domi, James and Fred were all seated there, grinning at him.
"Aw Al, I was convinced you were a Slytherin!" James exclaimed once Albus was sat oppersite the three.
"I think you might've kicked you out of the family if you were mate!" Fred laughed.
"Well yeah, I'm not though am I", Albus smiled, "You were wrong James.I'm a Gryffindor through and through!"
"Through and through? Bet the hat wanted to put you in Slytherin" James said slyly.
"What? No! I was Gryffindor from the start" Albus replied, although he found that his green eyes couldn't quite meet James's hazel ones.
"Whatever little bro" James pulled a face at Fred and Dom, and then turned back to the sorting.
Albus rolled his eyes. One day he would out smart his older sibling.
