Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (how it should have happened)

by AlbusSeverusP0tter

My vision for CC:As Albus Potter arrives at school, the wizarding world begins to see threats that they haven't had to face in a long time. Harry must team up with the most unlikely ally as the events begin to unfold. At Hogwarts, the students and staff see that once again, the school is the focal point for something much bigger. (NO SPOILERS FOR ACTUAL CURSED CHILD BOOK)

3. Chapter 3

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (how it should have been)

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Hey guys! I have some good news and some bad news that will effect this fanfic from this chapter on. Fun fact: they're both the exact same thing! So I'll do the bad news first. Unfortunately I have been unable to find any lists that are canon that have the next gen Hogwarts teachers, except that Mcgonagall isn't headmistress, Neville is a teacher, and Hagrids a teacher. I'm not saying that more info isn't out there, just that I can't find it (if someone else finds it, please let me know). So I may make some big staff arrangement mistakes. The good news is that this means I can have whatever teachers I want teaching at Hogwarts. Oh, and I apologize beforehand for the singing. i got halfway through this chapter, and then realized that the sorting hat has to sing a song, and lyrics are really not my strong suit. Anyway, the plot must move forwards, so I give to you, my gentle viewers:

Chapter 3

ALL EYES WERE ON THE DOOR AS THE knob began to turn. No one dared to make a sound. Hagrid was still in front of the door, smiling.

The door began to creak open. The shorter students stood up on tiptoes, craning their necks to try to see past the taller students.

The door swung open, revealing an extremely old witch in dark purple robes. She bore spectacles that were clearly marked around her eyes. She had her white hair tied into a tight bun at the top of her head, and gave off a faintly strict air, which her hawklike visage did not help disperse.

"Professor" said Hagrid, nodding at her.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I'll take it from here" she said. "Please go to the great hall. I'll talk with these students, and then we'll begin the sorting" said the witch.

Hagrid squeezed past her, through the doorway, and out of sight.

"If you would all please follow me" said the witch, turning and walking with surprising swiftness through the doorway as well.

The group followed her nervously. They passed through the door and let out gasps of awe. They had walked into a grand hall which was so large it could easily fit two muggle houses inside and still have room to move freely.

"This is the entrance hall" said the witch, "the Great Hall" she pointed to a large, ornate set of double doors at the far end of the chamber, " which is where we will be going after I've gone over a few things with you, is just through there."

She stopped walking in front of a normal looking wooden door. She removed a key from her pocket, and opened the door. Stepping aside, she gestured for the students to enter.

Albus stepped into the room. It was of a moderate size, although it lacked any furniture or decoration.

When the last first year scurried into the room, the old witch strode in as well, closing the door behind her.

"Good evening to you all, and welcome to Hogwarts. My name is Professor McGonagall . I teach transfiguration here.

"Some of you are surely wondering what the sorting is, and how we do it. The answer lies in legend. The four founders of this great school created four houses. Slytherin, with their cunning and instincts. Hufflepuff, who takes those normal and restrained. Ravenclaw, with the smarts to figure out any solution. And Griffindor, my own house, where dwell the brave of heart and mind."

"Sorting is a complicated thing to explain, so I figure I will just let the hat tell you."

"When you are sorted, however, you must note that your triumphs will win you house points, which go to winning the house cup at the end of next term. Any rule breaking will result in points being taken."

"Well, I think that covers most of the basics. If you would wait here for a moment, I will go see if they are ready for you."

She walked out of the room, which immediately burst into sound. Rose moved over to Albus, who was standing by the wall with Scorpius. She eyed him curiously, then turned to Albus.

"This is so interesting! Did you notice that the door was under the school, but opens into the entrance hall?"

"Well, yes. It's complex magic. They go over it in the expanded 'Hogwarts: A History'" said Scorpius.

Rose's yes widened with surprise. She was clearly impressed.

"You're that boy from the train." She said. "I'm Rose Weasley."

"Scorpius Malfoy" he said.

"Hmm. You don't seem that bad" she said.

"Uh. . . Thanks, I guess?"

"Oh, no! I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that! I just meant that you seem really nice and smart."

"It's fine. I'm used to it" Scorpius said, waving off Rose's apology.

"So, what house do you two think you'll go in? I'm hoping for Gryffindor or Ravenclaw" Rose said, hurrying into a new subject.

"I don't really know." Albus responded

"I don't want to be in Slytherin" Scorpius said again.

He opened his mouth to say more, but then widened his eyes. A hush fell over the group. Rose whirled around.

Professor McGonagall had arrived back in the room. "They are ready for you" she said.

She turned and led the group out of the room, and into the entrance hall. They walked the length of the grand chamber, to the ornate double doors, which opened to receive them.

They were greeted by a few seconds of cheerful chatter, which faded away into quietness. The hawkish teacher led them into the Great Hall. It was nearly as large as the entrance hall. There were four, long tables for students going vertically across the room, and a shorter one for the teachers facing the students horizontally from the very end of the chamber. Albus saw Hagrid and Neville wave at him from that table.

"Oh! It's true! Albus, look at the ceiling!" Whispered Scorpius.

Albus looked up past the floating candles, and saw that the ceiling high above them opened into the starry heavens.

"It's enchanted to look like the sky!" Scorpius said.

At last they reached the end of the hall, in front of the staff table. Before them sat a stool, and on the stool was an old, frayed looking wizards hat.

Suddenly, the hat opened a fold like a mouth, and began to sing.

"Welcome, students, to this school

Where you will learn to brew and duel.

But first you must be sorted

and just your luck, that's what I do

let both our minds be consorted.

You might be in brave Gryffindor

Be you of courageous heart,

Or maybe your in Ravenclaw, if for you two moths ago school did start.

Or perhaps you belong in Hufflepuff,

If these other things you have no need.

Or maybe even Slytherin,

Where gather the cunning sons of greed.

So try me on, I'm in your head,

I'll place you where you go.

Where you belong, you'll find yourself

And with your new family, move to classes to and fro."

The hat grew silent and still. Those in the long tables behind them cheered and clapped.

McGonagall stepped forwards with a scroll. She shouted a name so that everyone could hear. "Aaron, Dean!"

A kid separated himself from the group of first years, and scurried over to the teacher. She took the sorting hat, and placed it on his head. It slipped down, covering his eyes. After a moment, the hat shouted "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The table to the far right cheered, and clapped, and the kid ran over to join them.

Scorpius shuddered. He was clearly anxious.

"It'll be alright. No matter where you end up, I'll support you. So will Rose. I think she likes you!" Albus whispered, although the last part was in a teasing voice. Scorpius rolled his eyes, but seemed to calm down somewhat.

One by one the students were sorted. Then McGonagall called "Malfoy, Scorpius."

Scorpius walked up to the hat. It was placed on his head. After a moment it came to its decision.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Smiling, Albus's only friend walked over to the Gryffindor table.

"That settles it," Albus thought, throwing out the advice that he had just given, "not Slytherin."

After a few more minuets, McGonagall called "Potter, Albus."

The hall went dead silent. Albus went up to the hat. He could feel every eye on him. he suddenly was wracked with horrible thoughts. what if he didn't belong to any house? or what if the hat couldn't decide? He was nothing like the boy he had made up on the train. He wasn't handsome, smart, or confident.

He lowered himself onto the stool. McGonagall gave him as small smile before sliding the hat down over his eye.

"Bee in your bonnet, Potter?" Came a voice in his ear.

"Yes, I see what's inside." I can see where to put you."

"Not Slytherin." Albus whispered.

"Ah, I did that once before, but I must remind you that I am the one who decides it in the end."

"Not Slytherin! Not Slytherin!" Albus pleaded.

"Oh, but the path is so clear. I'm my opinion, you belong in SLYTHERIN!"

The last word was shouted for the whole school to hear. The hat was removed. Albus gazed out at the hall, stunned.

There was silence, and then the hall exploded into sound.

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Hey guys, thanks again for reading. Apparently something went wrong when I posted chapter two, and it appeared just as coding, so I had to remove and repost it.

Sorry again for the cringeworthy sorting hat song. Luckily, I can only post better writing than that from now on, since I don't have to write a song like that again in this fanfic.

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