The switch
Albus
Four years ago
Great hall
7 : 00
“ POTTER, ALBUS SEVERUS ! “
All chatter stopped as a scrawny eleven year old nervously walks up to the Sorting Hat. Murmurs follow him as he makes his way up infront of the whole hall.
“ Is that who I think it is ….?”
“ Wow ! Harry Potter s son is in our Year ! “
“ He looks like a exact copy of his father ! “
“ I bet he will be in Gryffindor, or else ill turn myself purple for a week.”
Albus puts the sorting hat on his head, green eyes momentarily flickering to the table covered in red where six students give him the thumbs up.
He closes his eyes and feels the Sorting Hat make its choice.
“ Albus Severus Potter, Hm ? Oh- I see potential within you. “
“ What do you mean ? “
“ It means young Albus Potter, that even if you might resent me in the years to come, just know that I am doing this for your own sake……….SLYTHERIN ! “
The murmuring in the room was completely silent.
Albus green eyes widen in shock as he slowly processes what house he was sorted into.
There was no noise.
Professor Mcgonagall gently pushes him off the seat.
“ Off you go Mr Potter.” She says softly.
Albus trudges off in the direction of the Slytherin table, not trusting himself to look up. A Third year hastily makes some space for him and so he sits down, but not before making a small empty space besides him.
He drifts off as he listens to other children getting sorted into different houses, thinking back to this afternoon.
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On the train, a girl and a boy make their way through the compartements.
“ Remember, Albus, the friends we make here will be our friends for Life “ the girl chides.
Her blue eyes scanning the compartments for somewhere to sit.
Albus looks through one and sees that it looked like it was empty.
“ Why dont we sit here Rose ? “ He asks. Without waiting for an answer, he opens the corridor.
Inside sits a tall boy with platinum blond hair and grey eyes.Upon seeing them, his expressive eyes shimmer with hope.
“ My name is Scorpius Malfoy ! What’s yours ? “
Roses eyes narrow into little slits.
“ Cmon Albus, lets go. “ she says. She makes a move to leave the train and reluctantly Albus makes a move to follow suit.
Scorpius s face dims and in that moment, Albus makes a decision.
“ Actually Rose “ he says “ I think ill stay. “
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“ MALFOY, SCORPIUS HYPERION “
Albus is jostled from his memory by Headmistress Mcgonagall s call.
Albus watches as the boy in question makes his way over to the sorting hat.
“ GRYFFINDOR ! “ The sorting hat announces.