Lily Potter and The Pearl of Fate

Chapter 1: Albus' fate

"The scar hadn't pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well."

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"Firs' years! Firs' years! Here, yeh come!" A familiar voice echoed over the black lake. The figure, surprisingly, was twice the size of a normal wizard, not to mention that he was towering over the tiny first years scuttling over to him. The wind blew the thick beard like a cape, making it look like it was under a levitation charm.

Albus followed the wave of the crowd. He knew the peace was not going to hold on forever, but he remembered that he should carry on with it, hoping for the best.

Before long they all found themselves right in front of an old tattered hat. "This must be the sorting hat... " muttered Albus. A ginger haired girl, looking sleek and smart, brushed past him. Rose. Still, he couldn't stop feeling as if he had butterflies in his stomach even though he recalled his father saying that he could have his own choice. He drifted off into deep thought, what would he do if he were in Slytherin? True, Slytherin would have gained a great student, but he wasn't convinced.

"Malfoy, Scorpius!" It was when Albus snapped back into reality, recalling that Rose had sworn beating him in every test. Of course. Why did he even look? The Sorting Hat hadn't even actually touched his head, but the hall was already filled with the shout "Slytherin!"
"Weasley, Rose!" This time he bothered. She's his friend! But without any doubt, she would definitely be in Gryffindor. Sure enough, he was correct.

The crowd, suddenly, broke into a gasp. Why? Albus was still in his own thoughts... "Albus! It's you!" A hiss rang next to his ears. Well, obviously, that's why the crowd all have gaping mouths. Harry Potter's son.

He hastily rushed forward as normally as possible. "Not Slytherin..." "Exactly like your father, difficult... So much talent... Oh, your future, your fate... Slytherin can maybe help you..." "No! Not that!" "Well, you can't choose... Its your fate... SLYTHERIN!"

The hall was left with nothing but silence. But a unite thought floated within it. Albus. Son of Harry Potter, the bravest Gryffindor ever. In Slytherin.