Hogwarts: the Unfinished Tale

Chapter One: The Sorting Hat Chose Wrong

I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS JK ROWLING MADE. THAT RIGHT STILL REMAINS WITHIN THE REAL AUTHOR AND CREATOR OF HOGWARTS. 

                                 CHAPTER ONE:

                THE SORTING HAT CHOSE WRONG

The Hogwarts train slowly sped up to an end out of King’s Cross, making the forlorn faces of parents awaiting their children’s departure fade through the thick of smoke and completely disappear as the tunnel made to close, making a new scenery of mountain peaks and country valleys. They were really going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

            Albus’ stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch as he watched the sun glide along the train through the window. His mind was still focused on his father’s face and his last advice. He, of course, could not feel what little Albus felt. Fear and excitement at their highest are now battling inside Albus’ heart, and nothing, even Rose’s prodding behind him, could have ended this severe feeling.

            Slytherin. The word still comes as a violent cannon fire in his ears. The thought of him being a Slytherin student when his father, Harry, his mother, his aunt and uncle had all come from Gryffindor is making him feel worse. Of course, he cannot tell his father this, and perhaps Harry thought this was just another fear brewed by his older brother James inside his head. But in truth, Albus had been worrying ever since James had come home from his first year in June.

            The Sorting Hat considers your choice into account. Albus repeated his father’s lines over and over his head. He can choose, of course he can, he can always choose. But then, as the stories were foretold before him, Harry was the famous ‘Boy Who Lived’ when he first entered Hogwarts; maybe that was why the Sorting Hat placed his choice into account, while Albus was merely his son. The Sorting Hat cannot simply place the son of ‘The Boy Who Lived’ in Gryffindor because he wants to. Rose told him all about the Sorting Hat’s opulence.

“Its choice matters, which is why it is the Sorting Hat.” Rose had told him.

 His choice, Albus thought, cannot possibly be considered in the Sorting Hat’s sorting. 

            But then James, his brother, was sorted in Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat may consider this perspective when he sorts Albus. Siblings usually end up in the same House. But then, James had always been the adventure-seeking type, the fearless bloke who inherited much from his father’s skills, than Albus, who was shivering in fear by the thought of his first entering Hogwarts.

            “Albus!”

            Rose was now shaking him by the shoulders. She was his cousin from his Uncle Ron and his Aunt Hermione Weasley. Her hair was ginger like James; instead it was choppily cut and always tied into a long plait, and freckles lined on her face, making it very distracting when it comes to talking to her straight. She was taller than Albus, and was already wearing her Hogwarts’ robes.

            “As I was telling,” Rose said “We should get an empty compartment. At this rate, we’ll be staying on the corridors until we get to the school.”

            They made their way through the train; their luggage and owl cages rattling behind them, seeing patches of students walking up and down the corridor: small ones (first years; some of them alone and already wearing their Hogwarts robes) and big ones (“fifth and sixth years” Rose said, scrunching her nose as a team of giggling sixth year girls blocked their way.) Albus was dazed of the many students he had encountered, and all of them seemed to be looking at his direction.