I know I had this labeled as complete-and it was. But then I decided to continue it just because I was bored. I obviously don't own anything.
~Prongs
As Scorpius ate, ignoring everyone at his table as thoroughly as they were all ignoring him, he thought about his options. He could always just accept that he was in Gryffindor and make the best of it. But that would be giving in, and he did not give in. Ever. Period.
He ran through a few more, unlikely options, such as asking to be resorted, or just to transfer to Slytherin. No, most professors respected the Sorting Hat too much to allow that. At this point dessert had just finished, and Dumbledore was giving another speech, a speech that Scorpius didn't bother to listen to. The prefects got up and wrangled the first years into a semi-respectable line, before starting off towards the common room.
As they walked an idea came to Scorpius that seemed so good he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. He would write to his father. Even after the fall of He Who Shall Not Be Named (even though he was dead, his name still struck fear into most people's hearts) his father had retained a decent amount of power where it mattered. He could get him into Slytherin, where he rightfully belonged.
The prefects led the first years to the portrait of The Fat Lady. Scorpius noticed that all the other first years were giving him a wide berth. He tried not to let it matter, but it still hurt a little. They gave the password, and everyone filed into the gold and red themed common room. Most of the first years went straight to the dorm rooms, but Scorpius went straight back out the portrait to contact his father.
When he got to the owlery he wrote a letter to his father, describing the situation he found himself in. He was sure that his father would get him out of Gryffindor before classes started tomorrow, but he thought it would be best if he returned to Gryffindor tower and made some alliances-friends he corrected himself. He would rather have friends.
He sent his owl off with the letter and returned to the portrait. He stood there dumbly for a few minutes before swearing loudly. He had forgotten the bloody password! What the hell was he supposed to do now! As he was pacing and contemplating his next move he lamented on the fact that everything that could go wrong had gone wrong.
But as he continued pacing, at a loss for his next move, he heard someone approach him.
"Lost snake", the voice practically hissed at him. He looked at the speaker to see who it was. He didn't recognize him, but the boy was wearing a Gryffindor tie, so he must know the password.
"No, see I seem to have forgotten the password," he said, as polite as he could manage after being so obviously insulted. "Perhaps you could help me? I'm Scorpius by the way."
"Oh I know who you are," the other boy said, not quite rudely, but it was close. "And I'm James. James Potter." He put considerable emphasis on his last name as if it constituted a reason for him to be acting rudely. "You don't belong in Gryffindor." He stated plainly.
"Well I have to agree. I've already sent an owl to my father explaining the situation. I'm sure he'll be able to fix it somehow." Scorpius said, for a lack of anything better to say.
James let out a sort of laugh/snort. "No he won't," he said plainly. "What the hat says goes. I was simply letting you know that I don't think you belong in Gryffindor." He said the password and began entering the common room. Halfway through the portrait hole he turned back to a stunned Scorpius.
"But feel free to prove me wrong." He said with a half smile before entering the common room. Scorpius stood there for a few moments stunned by the confrontation. He no longer wanted to switch to Slytherin. He had been challenged, and he fully intended to prove that he did belong in Gryffindor. With this resolve he entered the common room, ready to make friends and prove himself.