Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (how it should have been)
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Hello, gentle viewers. This is my fifth and final chapter (nah, just kidding). Due to the popularity (for lack of a better term) for the review "why are the chapters so short?" I will be trying to make the chapters longer (but when typing on a small ass phone, they seem longer than they actually are, so good luck with that). Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, because this one and the next one is where shit starts going down.
Chapter 5
"Did you hear that?"
"Harry potters kid?! In Shytherin?!"
"Do we have shit in our ears? We can't have heard that right!"
These were some of the things that Albus heard from the people in the Great Hall as he sat, stunned, on the sorting stool. Not even the Shytherins themselves were cheering.
" Off you go, Potter" McGonagall said, patting him lightly on the shoulder. Looking up at her Albus saw that she was giving him an odd, disbelieving look.
He stood up, and began to walk slowly over to the Slytherin table. He could see Hagrid and Neville shaking their heads. He could see his brother, James, over at the Griffindor table, looking slightly sick. And worst of all, he could see his one and only, new friend, Scorpius, who was just a little way down from James, looking like the world itself had been turned upside down.
Albus had reached the chattering Slytherin table. He sat down in a seat no one seemed to want next to a gaunt, bloodstained ghost in chains.
"Ahem. Lets continue" professor McGonagall said loudly, and the hall went silent once more as she continued the sorting. It lasted only a few minuets more, finally ending on "Weasley, Rose". Albus's cousin walked up to the stool. She gave Albus halfhearted wave and a sad smile as she sat down and allowed the sorting hat to be placed on her head.
After only a few seconds, the hat roared "GRYFFINDOR!" and was pulled from her head. The Griffindors clapped, and Rose sped happily over to a seat next to Scorpius, who immediately engaged her in conversation. Albus noticed that Scorpius looked over at him, giving him a smile before he began Speaking to Rose.
The sorting continued until every first year had a house. The hat and stool were removed, and McGonagall swept to her seat at the Staff table.
A woman in the middle of the table, to McGonagalls left, stood up. She had shoulder length black hair, strict-looking lips that were pursed as if she was constantly reading an engaging book, and was clearly in her 50's. A hush fell over the students when they saw she was standing.
"New students, welcome to Hogwarts. Old students, welcome back" she said, and Albus was startled to hear that she had an american accent. "Another fine year has arrived at last. There will be time for the start of term notices after our lovely feast. Enjoy."
With that last word, she sat down, and people began to chatter freely. Albus looked down to see that golden plates of food and flagons of drink had appeared before them. There were steaks, potatoes, burgers and curry. There were mint humbugs, fruit, soups and fish. There was nearly any food one could imagine, all right there.
Slowly filling his plat, Albus decided to distract himself. He would think on the sorting later. He turned to the ghost next to him (he was in no mood to talk to the Shytherins themselves unless they decided they wanted to talk to him) and asked it "what's your name?"
It seemed taken aback by the question. "I'm the Bloody Baron, ghost of Slytherin tower" the gaunt former man said in a hoarse, scratchy voice. Albus bit into a chicken leg that was almost as amazing as Grandma Molly's cooking.
"And, uh, that lady up there. The one who spoke to the school, who's she?" Albus asked once he had swallowed his bite.
"Professor Gene Adalade. She is the current Headmistress. Now if you don't mind, I must go keep Peeves under control. We allowed him entry to the Great Hall after he proved himself at the Battle of Hogwarts, but one must still keep an eye on him."
The ghost, who was muttering something about poltergeists and time wasters, floated sideways through Albus, leaving him feeling like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him. He looked down at his plate of food, and suddenly realized how hungry he was. He began devouring the food, only looking up to scan the faces around him. He once thought he saw Scorpius staring at him from over at the Griffindor table, but when he glanced back, Albus saw him chatting animatedly with Rose.
"Hey, Albus, isn't it? Anyway, is anyone sitting there? Only, the asses over there, where I was sitting, well, their asses, so I moved." Albus looked up to see a fellow first year with warm skin and brown hair pointing at the seat next to him, which had previously been taken up by the Bloody Baron.
"N-no, no ones sitting there." Albus stammered. The boys eyes twinkled as he sat down and began loading up his plate.
"Me name's Alistair. Ali for short. I'm not really sure why I got Slytherin instead of Hufflepuff, I mean, I'm muggleborn, and I sure don't belong in Ravenclaw of Gryffindor. I suppose it's 'cause I could be considered greedy. But I mean, wouldn't you go after every cent you could get your hands on if you were poor?" the boy said conversationally. " Anyway, what about you? I mean, I've heard about the Potters even if I am muggleborn. Why are you Slytherin?" He asked, shoving a forkful of shepherds pie into his mouth.
"I don't know. I asked the hat not to put me here, but it did anyway" Albus responded with a shrug, trying to pass it off as something he wasn't bothered by. The boy, Ali, look at him curiously, as if he knew it bothered Albus, then shrugged and returned his attention to the food in front of him.
"And, uh, is the hat supposed to put you where you ask it to?" Ali asked through a mouthful of sausages.
"I guess. My dad told me that it works, but i guess he was a special case" Albus responded. All he got in return was a small "hmmph" of curiosity.
Albus ate the rest of his dinner in silence. Soon enough, the plates cleared themselves, and their pudding appeared on them. There were ice creams, sherbets, cakes, treacle tarts (which Albus tried and quickly found to be the best he'd ever had). Once everyone had eaten their fill of all that, the plates cleared again and professor Adalade stood up. A hush spread through the hall.
"Good evening. I know that you are all full and warm and tired, but before you go to your beds, I must ask you to sit through a few start of term notices. The Dark Forest is forbidden to all students, as is the lake, seeing as the merpeople are feeling territorial this year. Took a lot of negotiations to get them to let the first years to cross the lake on their way to Hogwarts, as is tradition, but I doubt that they'll take kindly to you all swimming. Magic is banned in the halls between class, as are a number of other things that can be checked on the very extensive list in our caretaker, Mr Filch's office.
This year we are welcoming one new teacher to the staff table. Professor Slughorn, the potions master, head of Slytherin house, has gone back into retirement. Please welcome Professor Adama, who will be taking up both positions."
There was some polite clapping for the new teacher, who was an old black man. There were many more moans and groans about the old teacher leaving than there was applause for the new one at all, though.
"Well, I think that's all for right now" said professor Adalade, giving them her first smile of the night, "off to bed now. Lessons start at 10 sharp tomorrow morning. Good night."
The loud chatter returned as everyone stood up, stretching. The older student were already leaving the hall, heading to their house dormitories. Looking around, Albus saw Scorpius heading for the door of the Great Hall with the group if Gryffindor first years. He caught Albus's eye. He waved at him cheerfully, but was pulled back into conversation with Rose. Albus noticed that James was glaring at Scorpius from behind his back.
"Albus. Hey!" Said Ali, snapping his fingers under Albus's nose. "Hey, we gotta go. That prefect is taking us to the common room."
Albus looked around to where Ali was pointing. A tall 6th year Slytherin with black hair and glasses was standing impatiently with the rest of the Slytherin first years. Feeling red in the face, Albus sped over to them with Ali.
"Now that we're all here, I can show you to the Slytherin common room." Said the boy. "Please pay attention so that you know the way. And by the way, my name is Gavin."
They exited the great hall, and walked through a doorway that led to a staircase heading down. The common room, it seemed, was in the dungeons.
"Hey, who was that blonde boy you were staring at when I had to come and getcha?" Ali asked.
"He's a friend. Scorpius Malfoy. And I wasn't staring!" Replied Albus hotly.
"Like hell you were. We was all yelling at you. Took me coming over to you to snap you out of it. A friend you say. I'll bet."
"Shut up." Said Albus, laughing. "Anyway, we should pay attention to where we're going. I'd hate to get lost down here."
"Ah, no, it won't be a problem. When we need to leave tomorrow, we'll just follow a couple of other Slytherins to the Great Hall. And after dinner, we'll follow 'em back." Ali said cheerfully. Albus found he was liking the kid more and more the more the two talked. One thing was bothering Albus, though.
"Ali, what's your surname?" Asked Albus. "Leonid" responded Albus's friend. He lapsed into silence after that.
A couple of minuets later, the group arrived at a blank stretch of wall. The prefect, Gavin, turned to the group. "Alright, this is where the entrance to the Slytherin common room is. To get in, there is a password you must speak. Do not forget what it is (oh no! Squealed one of the smallest in their group)". Gavin turned back to the wall and said "Romanian Ironbelly".
A door carved into being before their eyes. It was made of the same stone as the wall, and had the Hogwarts crest and motto (Draco Dormiens Nunquam Tittilandus) decorating it.
"Ok, first years. This is it. Welcome to Slytherin" Gavin said at he opened the door.
Hey guys! Thanks for reading chapter 5. It felt like it was longer than chapter 4 when I wrote it, so I'm sorry if its not. Please share and review (or don't. It's not like the Gorram Reavers will show up if you don't. It's your choice). Chapter 6 should go up in the next couple of days. Until then, gentle viewers!