Chapter 2
As Hagrid led them into the vast entrance hall, where they were met by a strict looking witch. Hagrid smiled and said,
"Firs' years, meet Professor Johnson. She'll take yer to the sortin' cermony." Professor Johnson nodded.
"Thank you, Hagrid. Follow me students. You're right on time." She smiled and started walking towards the closed giant doors that lead into the Great Hall. She waved her wand, and the doors glided opend smothly.
"Follow me, First years." She set of across the hall, in between two long tables, towards the staff table and an ancient stool. When she reached the stool, she stopped the First years and pulled out from behind the chair an even more ancient looking wizard's hat. She held hat by the top in one hand, hovering over the stool. The other hand held a roll of parchment which unravelled in her hand, and clearly she caled out in a ringing voice,
"Anderson, Jane!" Jane Anderson stumbled up to the stool and sat down. Professor Johnson dropped the hat on her head, which completely covered her eyes. The seconds rolled by until, quite suddenly, the hat bellowed,
" HUFFLEPUFF!"
Jane smiled, took off the hat and ran over to the Hufflepuff table, who were cheering and clapping very loudly. And so it continued.
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Scorpius waited anxiously. Olivia Finnigan had just been sorted into the same house her family had been in for decades. She looked so happy. But what about him, Scorpius? Would he be happy to be sorted into Slytherin, where his family had been for centuaries? Be with people who he had been forced to be friends with. He hadn't had a choice. But wait...He thought, as 'Kenny, Joan!' had just been sorted into Ravenclaw. Didn't he have a choice? Isn't it our choices that make us who we are? Could he be in....No. He could not. His family would hate him. Sighing, he went back to watching the sorting. Suddenly, he froze. Emily Mable had just been sorted into Slytherin. That mean't he was next. Sure enough, Professor Johnson glanced at the list and called out,
"Malfoy, Scorpius!" Slowly, Scorpius climbed towards the stool. He sat down and was imiedately swallowed in darkness.
"Ah, Mr Malfoy. I wondered when I would sort you." said a sly voice in his ear. "Lets take a look at you...Oh my, this is very confusing. You want to live
up to your family's name, yet you don't feel you belong there. Well, it's your choice. I will sort you based on your decision. So, tell me. What wil it be? Like father, like
son?"
*
Elle watched Scorpius anxiously. He'd been with the hat for over 5 minutes, and people were starting to get restless. Elle was certain she'd been right (She was almost always right) in the compartment; he wasn't sure where his loyalty was. With his family, or with his heart? Suddenly, the rip in the hat opened and it bellowed, louder than ever before,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
There was complete silence. No one clapped, no one cheered. Scorpius himself was frozen to the stool, hat in hand. Quite suddenly, he heard looked around and saw the girl with the dark hair who had taken Pansy's wand smiling at him and clapping. It was her! Slowly, more and more people joined in. Suddenly the whole of Gryffindor table stood up and started cheering. As he walked over to the Gryffindor table, he looked at the girl with dark hair. He knew he'd lost his old friends, but now he'd gained a better one. Scorpius saw a space and instantly ran to it. He sat down just as the hat started sorting the rest of the first years, and for the first time in years, he smiled.
Rose looked at Elle. She was grinning at Rose and pointed at Scorpius Malfoys joyful face. Rose turned to look at him and smiled inspite of herself. A Malfoy in Gryffindor! Thought Rose. Whatever next! Rose looked back at Elle and mouthed,
'You knew he'd be sorted into Gryffindor!' Elle giggled and mouthed back,
'I had a hunch' They stood there giggling as the line of first years slowly shrunk.
*
And so the sorting went on for hours, or so it seemed to Albus. Nothing interesting had happened since Scorpius Malfoy had been sorted into Gryffindor. Scorpius was sitting opposite James, with a massive smile on his face. Pansy Nott had been sorted into Slytherin. Just when he thought he'd die of bordem, Professor Johnson called out,
"Potter, Albus!" Quite a bit of muttering broke out, until Professor Johnson called for silence. Suddenly wide awake, he clambered up to the stool and just got a glimpse of James' anxious face before blackness enveloped him.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't another Potter." said a small voice. "You are very like your father, courage, brains, wanting to prove yourself...Oh yes, I have no
trouble placing you...
It'll have to be....
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Cheering errupted over at the Gryffindor table. Pulling off the hat, Albus smiled in relief. His grin grew wider as he walked over to the Gryffindor table where James, though he was trying to hide it, looked almost as relived as Albus felt. He sat opposite James, next to Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius smiled at him, and Albus smiled back. Now he had been sorted, he felt a lot more awake. He anxiously watched the sorting, desperately hoping his friends would be sorted into Gryffindor with him.
*
Albus had been sorted into Gryffindor. Elle smiled when she saw him sit next to Scorpius. It looked like they'd get on well. David and Peach had just been sorted into Ravenclaw together. Quickly, the line got smaller until all of a sudden, Professor Johnson called out,
"Turner, Elle!" Rose gave her the thumbs up as Elle walked towards the hat. She felt the excitement that had been bubbling up inside her all day reach it's peak. Here we go! She thought as she sat on the stool. As soon as the hat was placed on her head, she heard a voice say very quickly in her ear,
"My my, another Turner." To the rest of the hall, the hat shouted,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
As the whole of Gryffindor cheered, Elle ran over to were Scorpius and Albus were making space for her. She sat down between them, threw her head back and beamed at the ceiling in relief. She'd been sorted into Gryffindor faster than any other student had been sorted into their house. She couldn't help but feel thrilled that she was not in the same house as her Grandfather had been. That would have been a night-mare.
A/N: YAY! I have an AMAZING plot line now! Err, so it won't be '5 years later' until chapter *does math* 6. That's because the first three chapters I wrote were massive, so I've had to cut them up. R&R please!