A/N: Look, guys. I've got a new fanfiction, it's called Secrets, a Destiel one on Wattpad that I may upload onto here sometime, that I've been putting a lot of effort into nowadays. I want to just say I'm sorry that I wasn't paying as much attention to this fanfic, and I hope you guys like this chapter. The next one will be better (and longer, but the last chapter was really long, so let me be) and have a lot more quality. I may rewrite this one. For now, I'm planning on holding this one off for a bit. I hope you guys enjoy, and I'm sorry for the low enthusiasm.

"Anderson, Rolf!" Professor Longbottom shouted. Anderson was shaking so much that he looked more like a blurry outline of himself rather than an actual person. Professor Longbottom lowered the hat onto Anderson's head, and it stayed there for about five seconds before yelling "Slytherin!" out loud for everyone to hear. The whole table of Slytherins began cheering. For once, they were actually lively. All the names went straight through, and Al's heart pounded as they got closer and closer to the P's. It turns out all of the Femun crew ended up in the Slytherin. Of course, they hadn't found out about Parkinson, but still.

"Malfoy, Scorpius!" Professor Longbottom yelled out. His face seemed to get a bit angered when he read the name out. He almost glared at Scorpius as the blonde boy walked up to the Sorting Hat. Longbottom picked up the hat and Scorpius sat on the stool. The angered teacher plopped the hat on kid's head, but suddenly, and obviously unexpectedly, the hat stayed on. Murmurs and whispers rang out throughout the whole hall.

"The Malfoy always get into Slytherin."

"Yeah, but it also gets decided immediately."

"It's taking longer than ever."

"You think he'll end up in another house?" someone said. Right after they said that, the House yelled something no one expected.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat yelled. Everyone stared at the hat with open mouths. For the whole Malfoy bloodline, everyone ended up in Slytherin. Even in the Greengrass bloodline. No one could believe it. Al and Rose looked at each other and smiled. They slowly started clapping for The Gryffindors suddenly began clapping. First it was James, then Grace, then Carl and Maxum, and suddenly all the seventh years, and slowly the whole table was erupting in cheer. Longbottom's jaw almost hit the floor. The other houses began clapping, too. Even Slytherin. Scorpius took the hat off and handed it to Longbottom, who put the hat back on the stool. He then shook his head and began clapping. The whole Hall was clapping for Scorpius.

"Ok, ok, that's enough." Longbottom finally said. All the cheering and clapping quieted, and he yelled out the next name.

"Mindus, Polyer!" he yelled out, and the boy right in front of Al walked up. Suddenly, he was brought back to reality. What if Al didn't end up in Gryffindor. Dahlia Parkinson ended up in Slytherin, just like the rest of the Femun crew.

"Potter, Albus!" Longbottom yelled. He seemed to start glowing at this, and everyone parted for Al to go forward. Al, meanwhile, felt his legs go weak, and walked up to the stool. The He sat down, and felt his heart pounding in his chest. Whispers rang out throughout the whole Hall, about whether or not he would get in Gryffindor, or if he would end up in Slytherin. Longbottom lowered the Hat onto his head, and Al's heart pounded so quickly he thought he was going to have a heart attack. Once the Sorting Hat was on his head, all noise outside was blocked out.

"Um, Mr… Sorting… Hat, I guess, um, do you mind if I could ask a favor for a moment?" Al thought in his head.

"Absolutely. I could sit here all night on your head. Your house is something that will change your fate forever. Take your time. Tell me everything you need to." The Sorting Hat replied in a very soothing, gentle-manly voice.

"Ok, my friends are all going to be in Gryffindor. They're all amazing, and you saw Scorpius. He's always wanted to impress his parents, and he ended up in Slytherin. I want to be in Gryffindor." Al thought.

"Your father, and your grandfather, and your brother, have told me all of this. They've wanted to become like their friends. Or at least they thought. The truth is, you are Slytherdors. That means you could be in Gryffindor or Slytherin. Both houses are perfect for you. The difference is that your family has always made the decision of Gryffindor. I expect that one day, there will be a change, but in the distant future. The truth is, I would love to shout out Slytherin, but Gryffindor is the only house that will let you guys be as successful as you have become. You don't have to thank me. I'll make the same choice I've made for the past, oh, one hundred years. Ever since old crackhead Potter came along. My, my, you'll make an amazing wizard if you're anything like your predecessors."

With that, the Sorting Hat yelled nice and loudly, the House that Al was going to be in.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the Hat yelled. Longbottom took the Hat off for Al, and the whole Hall burst into cheers. Even the Slytherins. They seemed strangely… jolly, all of a sudden. Al smiled so widely he thought his cheeks would rip. Waving to everyone, he handed Longbottom the hat and jogged over to the seat next to Scorpius. They laughed and high-fived before half of the table started cheering.

"BOTH THE POTTERS!" they yelled. "WE'VE GOT BOTH THE POTTER'S LOT!"

"Good job, Albus!" Grace and Maxum yelled to Al. He waved to them. James walked over.

"Hey, uh, Scorpius. I'm happy you got into the house you wanted to get into." James said. Carl clapped his shoulder.

"Nice job, there, Malfoy." he said. The third years all slid over.

"Hey, we've come up with a name." Maxum said. "The New Marauders." He made a gesture in the air. Al nodded.

"Sweet. It's a cool name. Our trio might just be the 'New Golden Trio'. We're all sticking up to standards." Al said. Scorpius agreed.