Chapter 4 TRANSITION Part one

Albus kept his head down, frowning hard as he and Scorpius made their way to the Great Hall. He was really really really really annoyed. People knew who he was. He was Harry Potter's son. They couldn't get enough of it. When James first went to Hogwarts he sucked in all the attention and managed to keep the attention revolving around him. Headmaster McGonagall claimed James Potter was more or less the reincarnated version of James Potter the first.

But Albus was not like James in anyway. He hated the attention and it made him feel over stimulated. He ignored the kids hovering around him as much as he could.

"Albus Potter," Marveled one girl, Polly Chapman. She gawked at Albus, which made Albus feel even more uncomfortable.

Another kid named Yann stated in a matter of' fact tone, "He's got hair. He's got hair just like him." They all knew what he meant by "just like him".

"And he's my cousin," Rose said, appearing from nowhere. The kids looked at her, trying to figure out who she was. "Rose Granger-Weasley. Nice to meet you."

Once Professor McGonagall got everyone seated, and she had given her welcoming speech to the new comers, the Hat was brought out.

The Sorting Hat seemed to have somehow noticed the presents of Rose, for it sang, "I've done this job for centuries. On every student's head I've sat. Of thoughts I have inventories, for I am the famous Sorting Hat. I've sorted high, I've sorted low, I've done this job through thick and thin. So put me on and you will know which house you should be in…" it took a break, and Rose looked at it expectantly. Sure enough it called out, "Rose Granger-Weasley!"

Professor McGonagall took the great old hat and placed it on Rose's head. It took less than a few second for it to should, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Rose beamed an immensely proud smile as the Gryffindor table roared with claps and applause.

"Scorpius Malfoy!" The Hat shouted next.

Scorpius timidly went up to the hat. He knew which House he'd land in and he would be proud! The hat was placed onto his blonde head and it said loudly, "SLYTHERIN!"

Scorpius nodded and gave the Malfoy smirk to the crowd of cheering Slytherins.

Polly whispered to Albus, "Well that makes sense."

Albus shrugged Polly off and walked closer to the hat.

"Albus Potter," The Hat called.

McGonagall gave Albus an "are you ready look". Albus nodded and the kind Professor placed the hat onto the boy's head.

The Hat's face contorted and he groaned thoughtfully. Albus bit his lip. The seconds felt like minutes. Then the Sorting Hat boomed one word in a final tone. "SLYTHERIN!"

There was silence. A long silence. Nobody talked, nobody clapped, and barely anyone breathed. Surely the Sorting Hat made a mistake.

Polly's face turned a little stony. "Slytherin?" She echoed.

A short boy with freckles said, "Whoa! A Potter? In Slytherin."

Albus had a confused and unsure look. To be real, he was feeling a wash of shame. Slytherin. Slytherin. Slytherin. He began to look doubtful, but then he heard a familiar voice shout from the Slytherin table. He looked up to see a delighted Scorpius wave him over.

Albus walked slowly to where Scorpius was waving vigorously for Albus to stand by him. "You can stand next to me!" Scorpius looked overjoyed.

Albus was still a little shocked. "Right. Yes."

Yann contradicted himself and said mindlessly, "I suppose his hair isn't that similar…"

Rose frowned. She looked a little bit worried. "Albus? But this is wrong… Albus… this is not how it's supposed to be…"

Albus thought it over. He was a Potter in the Slytherin House. He remembered what his father told him about. He gave a small smile. At least he wasn't alone or with his lame cousin. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. And there was always quidditch practice. Maybe he'd be good at that.

Flying lessons. Albus was nervous all morning long. He was jittery, gitty, jumpy, you name it. He could barely eat his breakfast! Except for the fact that Rose went all the way from the Gryffindor table to Slytherin table just to yell at him to eat breakfast.

But it was finally time. Flying lessons!

Madam Hooch, still looking alert and somehow young, shouted to the idle students, "What are you waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick! Come on, hurry up!"

Everyone rushed to their broom. Albus' hand was trembling a bit from excitement.

"Stick out your hands out over your broom, and say up!"

There was a course of loud UP!

Rose and Yann's broom flew into their hands. Rose gave a smug grin, and looked at Albus meaningfully. Frustrated, Albus glared back at her and kept commanding his broom.

"Come on, now, I've no time for shirkers! Say UP! UP like you mean it!"

Everyone but Rose and Yann called out, "UP!"

Even Scorpius' broom obeyed him! Albus' face flushed red as he was the only one who was having difficulties. He glared at it. Some students even began to giggle! Albus was furious, ready to run around hitting the people with the broom.

"Oh Merlin's beard!" Polly jeered rudely. "How humiliating! He really isn't like his father at all, is he?"

Karl Jenkins laughed a high pitch annoying laugh. "Albus Potter, the Slytherin Squib!"

Albus was now growing even angrier. OF COURSE HE WASN'T LIKE HIS FATHER. HE WASN'T HIS FATHER AT ALL! Every second made Albus hate his father for everything.

Madam Hooch shouted, "Okay, children! Time to fly!"

A/N: Thanks so much for reading and sticking with me! I decided to keep writing this fanfic (obviously)! I had some really supporting comments, so thank you so much and I hope I can keep producing more chapters and satisfy your craving as well as my own with the book style story!

Please enlighten me if there can be changes or if there are grammar errors (I wrote this within like 45 mins soooo) or if you just wish to tell me how I'm doing!