My dads a what?

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'Attention please' said McGonagall clearly when the feast ended. ' I am pleased to say that, this year, a few of my old students have returned to Hogwarts as teachers. '

'Professor Lovegood will be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher' she said as a witch with long pale blonde hair and onion earrings stood up smiling at the students seated below. 'Professor Slughorn on the other hand will be leaving us at the end of this year so there will be applications opening up for the position of Potions Master' she said as Professor Slughorn grinned genially at the crowd, more than a little intoxicated by now.
'As Professor Sprout has left this year, Professor Longbottom will be the new head of Huffepuff house' she beamed as the Hufflepuff table erupted in glee. Professor Longbottom on the other hand looked liked he wanted to sink into his goblet as Professor Lovegood reached across the table to pet his hand. James sniggered seeing this display of affection, mentally making a note to inform his uncle Ron about this new development not listening to her next sentences. '..... And once again!' she said glaring at James, 'The forbidden forest, as its name says so clearly, is FORBIDDEN! Especially to you Mr.Potter and Mr. Jordan' she scowled. 'Well! Off you go now! Prefects come on. Don't dally' said Mcgonall before walking away with her robes swishing behind her.

Albus looked up at James once more only to see his brother quickly turn away avoiding his eyes. He sighed and followed Rose and Scorpius to the Slytherin common room. 'First years. This way please! Watch your step! said Reynold Nott their prefect quickly navigating the treacherous way down to their common rooms near the dungeons.

'About time you got here mate' said Reynold smirking at Scorpius before enveloping him in a quick hug. Pulling off, 'Well, well, well. A Potter and a Weasley in Slytherin. Quite lucky aren't we?' he said winking at Rose. 'Not again! Yes I'm a Weasley and he's a Potter! And he's a Malfoy. Why is everybody making such a big deal about this?' she demanded exasperated.
Reynold looked at her bewildered. 'Don't tell me your parents never told you!'
'Never told me what?' she asked annoyed.
'You actually don't know! Merlin. I don't think we're the right people to tell you about it' said Scorpius guiltily.
Albus scowled at him until he finally relented. With a sigh he began, ' Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, or as they're popularly known now - The Golden Trio - most famous for being the forefront of the war against Lord Voldemort. '
Looking at Albus and Rose's bewildered expressions he continued, ' Harry Potter is the only known wizard to have survived the killing curse not just once. But, twice. He singlehandedly defeated and destroyed Lord Voldemort when he was seventeen.' By this time Albus and Rose were gaping with their mouths wide open in shock.
'You're famous and you don't even know it' said Reynold rolling his eyes. Rose still seemed like she didn't believe it.
'My father killed Lord Voldemort' said Albus out loud trying to convince himself that it was true.
'I'm gonna kill them. I'm actually gonna kill them!' muttered Rose angrily.
'Do you think James knew?' asked Albus curiously. Reynold just shrugged and led them to the dungeons.
'Well this is it. Welcome to Slytherin house. So we like snakes. At least we're supposed to. We still don't get along with the Gryffindors. Just remember this and you should be fine' he said before stopping in front of a giant door through which steaks of green light escaped.
'Basilisk' he stated.
'Really?' snorted Rose, 'that's the password?'
'Well yes. Harry Potter defeated it when he was in his second year. He was a parselmouth too' said Reynold before walking in and showing them to their dormitories.
'I didn't know dad could speak to snakes' whispered Al. He was still worried about how his father would react to the fact that he and Rose were both sorted into Slytherin. Sighing to himself he began to unpack.

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