Harry Potter And The Unrevealed Secrets

Chapter two: It is your choice who you want to be

"It is fine," Albus grifts out through his teeth. He throws the Daily Prophet onto his empty breakfast plate and stands up. He should have known it couldn't have taken them more then a few days to find out. Scorpius gets up to follow him automatically. Students turn their heads to watch them go and the murmur around them quiets for a bit before flaring up again . When they are finally alone in one of the corridors on the way to the dungeons , Albus slows down.

"I am sorry."

Albus turns around sharply. The urge to punch some sense into Scorpius rises, but instead he just jams his finger into Scorpius chest.

" You have got nothing to be sorry for."

Of all the people around him the only one who is treating him like a human is apologising to him.

" It is just... I understand," he says quietly.

The softness of his voice surprises Albus, Scorpuis does understand after all. He knows exactly how it feels when everyone is talking about you and looking at you at the same way they would look at some weird animals in the zoo.

They arrive at the common room which when empty, closely resembles a museum. The walls are marble or wallpapered in a dark green colour and decorated with paintings and silver candles. Through the ceiling the water of the lake casts shimmering reflections into the dark room. As the two of them pass the others, Albus can feel their eyes burning into his black. They sit down on a couch at the back of the common room, where the sounds of waves flowing over the windows smothers out the whispers. Albus assumes that they, too know of the article, and they are certainly talking about him. The Slytherin Potter. There is only so much one can do to keep any news from spreading outside of Hogwarts. Actually, a few days is almost too long for the Wizarding World to catch wind of Albus being sorted into Slytherin.

Albus notices the forced silence in the room when Scorpius elbows him.

"Are you alright?"

Albus arches an eyebrow.

"I'm fine" Albus grunts out.

"Maybe you need to talk about how you feel?"

"Um." Albus frowns, but Scorpius continues.

"Just breathe sit back and tell me what ever you want."

Albus frowns again. "What did you have in your tea for breakfast?"

"It's nothing." Scorpius sighs and leans back into the couch. "That's what my therapist always says. It drives my out of my mind sometimes."

A therapist? Why would he need that?

"Your what, I think you will be the one talking to me."

"I suppose you have not read that in the newspaper, though it has been a while ago. My dad has been taking me to therapy sessions after my moms death. I think it was more for him then for me. He says it works , though I don't really see how."

Albus imagines the two Malfoys, smiling thinly, sitting with some lady and having a polite chat over tea. It is hard to imagine anything than that. Sometimes how he thinks about his family being the most awful one but not knowing that there are worse. He feels a little guilty.

Albus is pulled out of his thoughts when one of the girls laughs. It is a high pitched sound. They are all looking at Albus and Scorpius now.

"I hate them if I would have known it would be like this than I wouldn't have boarded the train at all."

"I know what you mean," Scorpius says, although he doesn't sound affected at all. "I didn't want o be here either."

Albus is about to complain some more, but falls silent. What does him mean with he did not want to be in Slytherin? And what does he mean with either?

"What?"

"I did not want to be here too. I actually asked the Hat to be in Gryffindor," h says, and then quickly adds. "Or anywhere else, really."

Albus is plainly gaping at Scorpius now, which only stops when Scorpius closes Albus' mouth with a soft tap. The touch startles Albus out of his intial shock, and he leans in a little closer to whisper, "You asked the Sorting Hat to be placed in Gryffindor?"

Scorpius nods.

"But it said I belonged in Slytherin. We had a little row, but I apparently the Hat doesn't always care for what you want. However what made the Hat last so long on your head."

Since then Albus remembered what the Hat had told him. He does not know himself what it was about. There was so much confusion in the Hat's voice as if there had been an entire mistake. Actually he said something about having made a mistake but what the mistake is stays a riddle to Albus.

"Oh, nothing he just told how it was on my father's head."

"Well, we will show them what a good Slytherin can do."

Scorpius, for once, does notglace away

"We will show them that Slytherin is not just a house of darkness but a house of peace and light."

His light blue eyes stare back intensely, as if trying to read his mind through his eyes. Albus is determined now, grins confindently. They will prove that Slytherin is the greatest house, not only in darkness but in light as well.