A/N: Everyone seems to like the idea of Albus being in Slytherin, but I've never really bought into it. That being said, I think it would make sense for someone in the Potter-Weasley family to be a member of that house.
It couldn't be happening. Not really. She had to be imagining things. A nightmare, or something, or a hallucination. This couldn't be real.
The Great Hall had fallen completely silent. Everyone was looking at her as if they couldn't believe what was happening, as if they, like her, were in a daze.
"Lily?" Professor Longbottom's voice was quiet and gentle. "You should go and take a seat now."
Her body wasn't her own anymore. She stood up and walked almost robotically to the side of the hall that wasn't red, or blue, or yellow, but a deep, dark emerald green.
What would her father say? What would her mother say? She couldn't even fathom the thought of facing her brothers, both safely stowed away in Gryffindor.
Not like her.
She wanted to cry. She wanted to run out of the room and get back on the train and go home, where she didn't have to be in a house her family hated, a house her family had fought for years and years. She wanted to curl up in a ball and forget what the Sorting Hat had said, what the Sorting Hat had yelled out for everyone to hear.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The word echoed in her mind, bouncing back and forth in her brain until she couldn't think. She shuddered as she heard the Sorting Hat call "GRYFFINDOR," making the scarlet side of the hall cheer for Hugo.
Not her.
She kept her eyes on the worn, scrubbed wood of the table, but she could feel the gazes of her cousins trained on her from across the room. James, shocked and suspicious; Albus, pitying her; Molly, most likely thinking of ways to comfort her as soon as possible; Rose, sad and completely understanding as she stared at her from the Ravenclaw side.
She wasn't going to sleep well that night.