Hey, you guys! Sorry for the delay in updating. There was a small fire in my house. The kitchen was destroyed. But thankfully, everyone got out safe (including the cats) and the firefighters managed to put the fire out before it spread to the rest of the house. In the craziness, we had to move out of the house while the kitchen was being fixed and I've been living in a hotel for the past few weeks, without internet access, except if I went to the library. Well, finally I moved back in yesterday and I sat down at my beautiful computer and wrote this for you guys. My sister, Ana, told me that I'm the only person in the world who would have a fire in their house and is worried about her readers on fanfiction. But, hey, that's me!
Unfortunately, I've got more bad news. I'm back at school (ugh!) in all AP and honors classes (double ugh!) so I'm swamped with homework (UGH!) and I don't have time to update very often. Fortunately, this is a relatively easy story to update, as each chapter is only 300-400 words, so I might be able to get one or two a week up now that I'm back at home. (I love my room!) But, enough about me.
Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, after the fire, I would've bought my family a new house, but as we are living in the same house, I am not JKR. :'(
On with the story!
"Malfoy, Scorpius," Professor Flitwick called out. A small, pale boy with blond hair and grey eyes stepped forward. He looked just like his father did when he was eleven, right down to the smirk. The boy walked toward the stool and glanced up at the staff table. Neville Longbottom looked back at the boy and was surprised. He knew that this boy would be different from his father. Scorpius's eyes didn't show the cold haughtiness that Draco's had, instead his eyes seemed warmer, kinder almost, and currently, terrified.
"A Malfoy, eh?" The hat said.
"Yes," Scorpius thought.
"Let's take a look, here, shall we? Hmm…well, this is interesting."
"What?"
"Well, you seem to have a thirst to prove yourself, but not in the way I would have expected. You want to show everyone that you're not just a Malfoy, that you're not Death Eater scum, that you're better than them. But, still, I see you don't want to disappoint your father. Yes, well, anyway, on with the sorting. You don't have an ounce of bravery. You would be terrible in Gryffindor."
"My dad will like that."
"Yes, he always was a bit prejudiced. I'm not even going to consider Hufflepuff for you…yes, you're clever, you enjoy learning, that would be valued in Ravenclaw—"
Scorpius smiled. He liked the idea of Ravenclaw.
"But the best place for you would be Slytherin. The one problem I have is that you don't have the Slytherin beliefs. You don't believe in pureblood supremacy or anything like that."
"I want to be different than my parents."
"Yes, and by the fact that we're even having this conversation, you are, but I don't think I'd be able to sleep at night if I didn't put you in Slytherin."
"Yes, okay."
"SLYTHERIN!" The room suddenly turned cold. People knew the reputation of the Malfoys and knew that this one wouldn't be any different.
Scorpius turned around and stuck out his hand to Alice Longbottom at the Gryffindor table. He smiled when she took it and shook his hand.
Who knows, maybe he would be different.
Ah! It feels so good to update! Originally, I wanted Scorpius to shake hands with Albus, but then I realized he wasn't sorted yet, so I just had him shake hands with Alice instead. In case you didn't see already, the story about Alice and Fred that I told you about in the last chapter is up on the website (I uploaded it from a friend's computer). Now, it's time for my usual review solicitation. VIRTUAL TRIPLE CHOCOLATE CHUNK FUDGE COOKIES TO ANYONE WHO REVIEWS!