Chapter Five: Third Year at Hogwarts
Albus and Harry both stood on Platforms nine and three quarters. Albus's eyes have grown darker, and his face grew more sallow. It all suits him, and he looks very handsome - handsome like the young Tom Riddle. Harry noticed this, but pushed it to the back of his mind.
Harry hands Albus a piece of paper. It's the Hogsmeade permission form. "Now, keep this safe - no, Albus Potter, don't you dare -" for Albus had drawn his wand and pointed it at the parchment. "Incendio!"
The permission form burst into flame.
"Of all stupid things to do-" Harry started.
"I didn't expect that to work actually. Sorry Dad, gotta go. Train to catch. Friend to find." With that he dashed onto the Hogwarts Express to find Scorpius.
He immediately spotted him, sitting on his trunk. He didn't even hear Albus saying his name, "Scorpus… Scorpius? Is it…your mum? Did it get worse?"
"It's the worst it could possibly get," said Scorpius heavily. Albus put down his own trunk, and sat heavily on it next to Scorpius. "I thought you'd send an owl…"
"I couldn't work out what to write…"
They were rudely interrupted by Polly Chapman. "It's Voldermorts son and the Disappointing Potter? What're you doing here?"
Albus started towards Polly, but Scorpius held him back, "No, don't bother."
The Hogwarts Express finally arrived at Hogwarts, and after trundling up to the castle in the carriages, the two friends waited for the Sorting Hat to Burst into song, waiting for Lily Potter to be Sorted.
"When you step through the door, what awaits?
The Sorting Hat knows your future, your fate.
With a touch of magic and a hint of cheer,
It's time to see where you'll find your place here.
In the halls of Hogwarts, four houses shine bright,
Each with its strengths and its own special light.
Gryffindor's courage and bravery bold,
Hufflepuff's kindness and loyalty gold.
Ravenclaw's wisdom, a thirst for the wise,
Slytherin's cunning, with ambition that flies.
The hat's here to guide you, it's time to decide,
Which house will embrace you, with arms open wide?
So listen, young wizard, and make up your mind,
Where will your heart and your talents align?
With a flick and a whisper, the choice will be clear,
The Sorting Hat's magic will bring you good cheer."
Albus held his breath, waiting, waiting… "Gryffindor!" the Hat cried out.
"Great." Albus said unenthusiastically.
"Did you really think another Potter would belong in Slytherin?" asked Scorpius don't usually join us."
"This one does." said Albus coolly, trying to block out the jeering from other classmates. "I didn't choose, you know? I didn't choose to be his son - to be a Potter."