Rose Weasley stared in Awe of the enchanted ceiling, she had heard about the infamous Great Hall from her parents many, many times.
As the crowd of around 30 or so 11-year-olds came to a hault infront of Professor McGonagall. She smiled at the new students, and pulled out a scroll.
"Hello, students. I am headmistress and Professor McGonagall, I teach transfiguration. Professor Longbottom has explained the Sorting, so we shall start" The lady of nearly 80 years says. "Albus Potter!"
Rose's cousin, Albus stepped up and sat on the stool. The old enchanted hat was placed onto his head.
"Ah! A Potter! Haven't seen one of you in 2 years, you have your father's mind. Strong, powerful, unique, where to put you? Your courage could be the same as Godric, but you are more sly and cunning. You shall be.. SLYTHERIN!"
The hat is removed and the boy walks to the table where the other Slytherins await. They welcome him with a hug and pat on the back.
The Sorting continues, Rose has a feeling she was next. As she watched Lorcan Scamander be placed in Ravenclaw, her heart pounds.
"Rose Weasley" Rose steps forth and sits on the wooden stool. The old hat is placed on her red curly hair.
"Oh! Another Weasley, I have seen many of your family come threw here, all were Gryffindors, I suppose your cousin's have changed that. You have your mother's mind, brilliant, your father's bravery. But what's that? Your also very Cunning, secretive, you hold the key to what Salazar Slytherin needs... You shall be a... SLYTHERIN!"
Rose's heart skips. She was a slytherin, a serpent, part of the evilest house at Hogwarts.
She walks slowly to her table where she would eat her dinners, lunch's, and breakfasts for the next 7 years.
She sits next to her cousin, who seemed to already have made friends with a boy named Blaize Zabini and two girls named Adromeda Nott and Bailey Zabini.
"Hello, I'm Adromeda!" A girl with long brown hair says cheerfully.
"I'm Rose, call me Rosie" Rose replied with a fake smile.
They waited for the feast to start, but before it did, the final boy was sorted.
"Scorpius Malfoy" the boy with platinum blonde hair steped up and sat on the stool like the many students before him.
"The Malfoys! Your the child of Draco, ah I see your personality is nothing of him. Where to put you? I've already mixed up the Potter's and Weasleys. But it seems you need to be the final piece, that means you are a.. SLYTHERIN!"
The boy jumps up and runs to his new table. He sits next to Rose and smiles at her.
They've heard storys of each other's parents, but the way their eyes met. They were nothing like their parents.
"Hi, I'm Scorpius, call me Scorp" the boy says, holding his out. Just as his father did nearly 26 years before to Harry Potter.
"Hello, I'm Rose, Rose Weasley" Rose replied with glee, she didn't shake his hand, she hugged him. It started him at first, but he hugged back.
That moment, they remembered what their parents had told them..
"Don't get to friendly, Rosie, granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a Pure-blood" -Ron
"I do not care which house your in, all I care is you befriend the Weasleys and Potter's and fix my mistakes" -Draco
The two smiled at each other. This is not the end, in fact, its just starting....
