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'RAVENCLAW!'

There was an eruptive silence throughout the Great Hall. As Scorpius stood up, he could feel a small weight pressing on his shoulders. Why was this happening? Shouldn't he feel relieved? Excited? He wasn't in Slytherin, but... He couldn't help but feel that the intense stares on him were somewhat accusing, insulting even. It was as if they didn't want him to be different, like he was born to be in Slytherin.

He slowly made his way towards Ravenclaw table, but as he took the first few timid steps forwards, he heard it.

A clap.

Several claps.

A cheer, here and there.

Scorpius turned, shocked, to see Albus, a grin plastered across his face and clapping at an enthusiastic speed. Looking across to the Gryffindor table, Scorpius saw James, Fred, a few other red-heads that he assumed were relatives of their's. They were all smiling, cheering, congratulating him. Allowing himself to smile, he turned to face forward again, making his way once again to the Ravenclaw table.

Sitting down on the long bench, he looked across to see them moving slowly away. Avoiding him, as if he were the plague. The small blonde sighed, and hoped that maybe they would come to accept him within the next few months. He couldn't exactly go a year without ONE friend in his house... Could he?

"Potter, Albus"

Scorpius spun around, waiting eagerly to hear the result of Albus' sorting. There was a painful wave of whispers crashing across each table, but they weren't like the whispers Scorpius received, they were excited. Intrigued. Awe-filled. It was almost awesome to hear the respect rolling off people's voices. Albus was a Potter. The way people said it, you'd think he was a god. Well, his father did defeat the Dark Lord. He was the Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One. What was Draco Malfoy in comparison? A coward. An evil. A threat to society. Public Enemy #1. They didn't care for his side of the story. He was a Malfoy.

Funny, isn't it? How when we look back on the way people say words, even one word, the way they say it can so easily be translated into what they really think. Even if they say two words the exact same way, an entire paragraph can be said about how they feel totally different about each. For example, I can remember getting a Floo message describing an argument Scorpius had found himself in the middle of. No, wait a moment. Scorpius didn't argue. Saying it was an argument suggests that both sides had an equal standing. I feel a more accurate way of describing it would be... A confrontation. Professor McGonagall had said that Albus Potter had stepped in to help Scorpius, but when I heard her say it, only two words stood out to me. Potter. Malfoy. She said two measly words. One measly tense. Anyone else would say I was over-thinking it, but from those two little names, I heard every thought in her head.

Potter, she said. The boy who saved a friend's breaking heart. The boy who always helps out. Scorpius owes a lot to him. He could learn a lot from Albus. He's an angel disguised as our saviour's son. He's Harry Potter's son. You remember him, don't you? You must do. You are nothing compared to him, She thought.

Malfoy, she said. He's a disgrace to our school. Always getting into trouble. Forgetful, shy, introverted. How he passed any exams I'll never know. Not raised well enough. He should be thankful. His father was saved by Albus', he should appreciate that. He doesn't matter in this world, she thought.

And then, as she said my name, I felt the disgust lace her voice in sickly sweet tones. She knows nothing. Then again, how could she know everything? No one knows everything. Those who say they do cannot say what others think, believe, see, and why. They know not of the tortures so many went through in that war. They think they do, but they don't. They believe that the Death Eater's hearts were blacked with evil as if painted by soot. As if they had no life. No soul. But no, It wasn't like that. Not Really, Not Quite.

I'm sorry! Super short chapter! But I have added another narrator (The italics)! You won't find out who it is 'til the end (but you will probably guess right before then).

Please check out the previous chapters, as I have added my second narrator's thought track in those too. The thoughts in Italics will not always relate directly to what Scorpius is doing, they will sometimes go a bit off track, but that's the point. They are meant to give you a further insight into what has happened with Italic Narrator. It will all make sense in due course. I got this idea after something one of my lovely reviewers said, so I give credit to them (without mentioning them directly).

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