A/N: I'm a horrible author! Not at writing but at updating. I am going to give you guys a choice, review to answer- either I finish the story and then post updates weekly, or I write the story when I can and post the chapters as I finish them. Thanks to my Reviewers, you make me more likely to update, cause when I don't have reviews I don't feel people care about my story. Oh, and now I am being homeschooled, as of two weeks ago, so one of my things I have to do is writing, at least fifteen minutes a day and more on Tuesdays, so it's possible I will be able to update more often.

Chapter Two

Third Person Limited- Albus

Albus took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he listened to the Sorting Hat's song. This was it- he was finally here, the place he had dreamed about for so long. He had dreamed of coming to Hogwarts, sitting on the stool with the Hat on his head. He was nervous, though. What if it wasn't all it was cracked up to be? What if he was put in Hufflepuff? Worse; what if he wasn't sorted at all? Was everyone this nervous before they were sorted...?

Third Person Limited- Scorpius

Scorpius dragged his hand through his soft blond locks, the only sign of his nervousness. What if he was sorted into Slytherin? Everyone would assume he was just like his Father. What if he wasn't? His father wouldn't be happy. Sure, his father had changed into a better man these past nineteen years. Six months in Azkaban had been his punishment, and while there were no more dementors, it wasn't a fun place to be. It had made his father think, and while he still wasn't a Muggle lover, he knew that what his father taught him was wrong. But Scorpius knew that his father would be upset if he wasn't in Slytherin, since every Malfoy before him had been a Slytherin. Then again, his father would support him in whatever he did. His father did love him, after all.

Third Person Omniscient

"Malfoy, Scorpius!" Called Neville Longbottom, Head of Hufflepuff House and Deputy Headmaster. Scorpius' face shuttered, and he walked up to the stool, a calm, prideful mask on his face so as to not let on his inner feelings. He pulled his robes forward and sat on the stool, sitting up rigidly straight, posture perfect. The Sorting Hat was lowered onto his head by Neville, and Scorpius closed his eyes.

First Person- Sorting Hat

Ah, interesting. A Malfoy... it's been twenty six years since I sorted your father. He was an obvious Slytherin, but you aren't like your father, are you? You take after your Mother more, don't you? A true Ravenclaw, was she. She begged to be in Slytherin though, since her sister was, and her whole family had been. But you won't beg, will you? You're too proud to beg- you'll let me put you where you belong. And while you definitely have Slytherin traits, namely your ambition, you seem to take more after the Ravenclaws, or even the Hufflepuffs. You are very smart, and hardworking, and you care overly much what people think of you. You are loyal, and trustworthy, at least to your friends. I think you would do best in...

RAVENCLAW!

Third Person Limited- Albus

Albus frowned. Scorpius was in Ravenclaw? Well, he hadn't known him very long, and it was rather bad to judge him based on his father- after all, didn't he hate that himself? Being judged on his father?- but he was a Malfoy, and hadn't Malfoys been in Slytherin since the dawn of time? And what was that look on Scorpius' face- relief?

Third Person Limited- Scorpius

It was good, Scorpius thought, that he had been placed in Slytherin, or at least, he hoped it was. As long as his father wasn't angry... Scorpius strolled down to the Ravenclaw table, and, seeing an empty seat, went to sit down. The people at the table closed in, moving down so that there was no room there. Scorpius stopped abruptly, biting his lip, his calm and proud mask faltering for a moment. He walked down further, trying to find some place to sit, when two boys, twins by the looks of it, shoved people over.

"Here ya go, Malfoy." Said the slightly more built boy, and Scorpius blinked, then sat between them as they offered.

"Alright... thanks." Scorpius said quietly.

The larger boy grinned. "Name's Lorcan." He stated proudly. "And this here is Lysander- oi, Lys, say hello."

"Hullo." The more dainty boy turned to Scorpius, blinking his large silvery-grey eyes. "I'm Lysander."

"Hello, Lorcan, Lysander..." Scorpius said, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. His attention was drawn to something else...

Third Person Limited- Albus

"Potter, Albus!" Was called, and Albus gulped, taking a leaf from Malfoy's book and adopting a calm, slightly proud expression. He strolled to the stool, sat down with perfect posture, and looked straight ahead. Neville patted him on the shoulder and lowered the Sorting Hat onto his head.

First Person- Sorting Hat

Hello, Albus Potter. I've been waiting to sort you ever since your brother got sorted- he had some strange memories of you in his head, didn't he?- and now you're here. And yes, you are nervous to go into Slytherin, but that is where you belong. You have high ambition and cunning, just like your father does. You could just as easily go into Ravenclaw, however, because what's this? An intellect comparable to that which I saw in young Hermione's mind so long ago. You would do well anywhere, but I do believe you belong in

SLYTHERIN!

A/N: Figure this is as good a place as any to stop... this took me two weeks to write. No clue why... I used to be able to write seven thousand words in two hours! Hmph. Now I wrote way less in two weeks... sigh.