“Albus Severus Potter, you are named after two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of which was a Slytherin, and by far the bravest man I’ve ever known. The hat chooses the house not the pathway in which you take in life.” - Harry Potter
While Albus walked slowly to meet his brother James on the train, his mind pondered on what his father had just mentioned. The train was as loud as the cafeteria from their old muggle school and they struggled to find open seats. After finding their friend Rose, a loud whistle shook Albus from his thoughts. “It’s nice to see you two again!” said Rose with a smile and an immediate hug. The two families had not seen each other since the Weasley siblings had been asked to move school locations (Due to the continuing mysterious appearance of thumb tacks found in multiple teacher’s chairs). Although, James and Albus did not mind it too much. They had both agreed that Rose was irritatingly smart long before the move. Apparently, Rose’s favorite pastime is studying. “Like mother, Like daughter!” their father had laughed at the comment said weeks before. Before the boys could reply to the greeting, there was a loud crash not too far down the hall. Rose shot out of her seat and disappeared. About ten seconds later she was back and linking arms with a boy whose green eyes had filled with chaos and tears. The boy had the height of a tree stump and he had been crying.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” she whispered to the boy.
“Yes I’m just a wee bit embarrassed. I mean it is my first time at Hogwarts as an official student!” he peered over at the brothers waiting for them to reply.
“I’m assuming you’ve been to Hogwarts then?”
“Oh, You bet I have! The school is an ocean full of adventure. If you wanna know anything about the history of Hogwarts, I bet I can answer ya, right here, right now. I reckon you two’ve heard the stories of Harry Potter? Well my father is Neville Longbottom. Yup, thats right! The man who helped Harry defeat Voldemort! Now he works in the herbology department… I reckon I’ll get into Gryffindor and maybe even get to meet Harry’s kids! Ohh… I hope I make the Quidditch team. I love flying. The name’s Frankie- Frankie Longbottom.”
“Um, Frankie?” Rose held in a giggle “I guess I should introduce you to my friends, Albus and James Potter.”
Frankie sat on the edge of his seat his mouth gaping wide open.
“It’s nice to meet you Frankie.” the brothers smiled.
As Frankie began to explode with questions, Albus’s eye caught something. Down the hall, a pack of five boys wearing green walked combat style with an icey figure in the lead. Albus slowly crouched lower in his seat and as the boys passed by him he felt cold eyes on his shirt. The crash involving Frankie must have been caused by the boys and he quickly made the decision to stay away from them. After the pack of mysterious boys had disappeared, he felt the train pull to a stop. The group gathered their belongings and lined up outside the grand hall to meet with the sorting hat. After stepping into the grand hall, they were introduced to a thick aroma of delicious food that seemed to flood the commodious hall.
“Alright children let’s get started.” A tall woman standing at the front of the room towered over them like a skyscraper.
Rose took a deep breath and stepped up to the magical hat. She quietly sat down and held her breath as the hat was placed on her head.
She breathed a sigh of relief and her cheeks slowly turned a pink tint as she stepped toward the Gryffindor table.
The floor began to slowly move beneath Albus and voices became muffled. The hat was known to be rather meticulous but he just had to get Gryffindor. He was, after all, Harry Potter’s son.
He was anxious as he stepped up to the hat. All eyes on him. Albus thought “I have to make Gryffindor. I have to live up to my family name. I have to make my dad proud.”
“Hmmm-” The entire room fell silent.