Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Dumbledore shot a skeptical look at Snape. "Do you know any relatives of Draco that are his age?"

Snape shook his head.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Who are your parents?"

Scorpius gulped. "My father is Draco Malfoy. And my mother is Astoria Greengrass."

Dumbledore and Snape looked shocked. "When were you born?"

"2004," Scorpius said.

"How did you get here?"

"We were in Rose's attic-"

"Who is Rose?"

"Her," he said, pointing at Rose.

"Continue."

"-and we found a chest that had her mum's stuff in it. She found a necklace, and it had an hourglass as a pendant. We broke it, and it took us here, where we met this man." He gestured toward Snape.

Snape narrowed his eyes. "Who is this Rose's parents?"

"Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley."

Snape snorted. "And to think they were just friends!" He pointed at Albus with his wand. "And who are his parents?"

"Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter."

"Fine. Severus can you relieve him?"

Scorpius thankfully gulped down the concoction.

"That was...TERRIBLE." gasped Scorpius.

Snape gave them all a threatening look. "Do the rest of you need some too, or can we count on you to tell us the truth?"

Both Albus and Rose nodded quickly.

Dumbledore walked over and patted the choking blond boy on the back. "What house are you in son?"

"Obviously he's in Slytherin. He's a Malfoy. And Potter-boy is in Gryffindor, and - what are you a Weasley? She's in Gryffindor as well." Snape answered instead.

Everyone stared at him. "Well, I am right! Right?"

"Sorry to disappoint you sir, but I'm in Slytherin." piped up Albus.

The room was silent. "You are a Potter, right? What's your name?"

"Al Potter-"

"Nah uh uh uh! FULL NAME ALBIE!" cut in Scorpius.

Albus said something inaudible.

"What?"

"Al.. Se... Potter."

"What?"

"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER!" screamed Al.

Again, the room was silent.

The look on Dumbledore's face was pride. Snape was a different story. On his face was a mixture of confusion and maniacal joy. He made tiny squeaking sounds that sounded like a feral kitten. His face was plastered in a strange expression with both hands resting on his cheeks. He walked up to Albus, and hugged him awkwardly, due to his Snape-like frame. As Al reassuringly patted his back, he heard various mutterings of "Lily", "Proud", "Slytherin", and "Happy place". Then Severus Snape fell over.

"Yes... I believe that Severus had taken that news quite nicely! We'll cart him to the hospital wing later. I'm quite glad that Harry choose to name his children after me and Professor Snape." Dumbledore twinkled. "But for now I have to decide what to do with you children!"
Dumbledore walked over to the sorting hat and placed it on Scorpius' head. "We have to sort you into houses for the time being, I'm afraid for now I do not know how to get you back into the future."

Rose cocked her head. "Why can't we just be in our normal houses?"

Dumbledore had a smile on his face. "That would ruin the fun! Maybe you will be sorted into new houses! New houses is new experiences! New experiences mean fun!"

All the children stared awkwardly at each other, they had just now realized Dumbledore might not be as sane as his appearance made it look.

Just then the Sorting Hat screamed "SLYTHERIN," Scorpius exhaled a huge sigh of relief. Dumbledore took off the Sorting Hat and placed it on Rose's head.

The Sorting Hat screamed, "RAVENCLAW." Rose shrugged then said, "It was an obvious choice."

Dumbledore finally put the Sorting Hat on Al's head.

"Ahh, new student I believe? Now where shall I have the honor of placing you?"

"Well, last time you placed me in Slytherin but you said Gryffindor was a good choice as well..."

"Well since you have been placed in Slytherin once, I shall place you in GRYFFINDOR!"

Dumbledore took the Sorting Hat off his head. Scorpius stared at Albus in amusement.

"Oh well, its only temporary and I have the satisfaction that at home you are in Slytherin."

Dumbledore glanced at all three children from above his glasses.

"I hope you realize that not only have some of your houses changed, but your appearances will have to be changed as well."

Dumbledore flicked his wand at Scorpius. Scorpius now was 3 inches taller, tan skin, and black hair. Dumbledore waved it at Rose. She lost her freckles and had honey blond hair as well as growing an inch. He waved it at Albus. Albus grew 2 inches, with tanner skin, and had dirty blond hair.

Dumbledore smiled. "It's a success! Nobody will be able to recognize you now! Even I am having trouble recognizing you three!"

Rose glanced at herself. "Um, sir? We never agreed to these 'makeovers' and I hate blond hair!"

Scorpius looked hurt. "What?"

Rose quickly backtracked. "Oh, no Scorpius! I love your hair, it looks quite smashing on you! So does your new hairdo!"

Scorpius exhaled with relief. Dumbledore looked at the two with a twinkle in his eyes.

Albus stared at him. "What are you so happy about?"

Dumbledore smiled wider. "Oh, nothing my dear boy! You will find out in 3 to 4 years, yes I'm quite sure it will happen, no doubts!"

The three friends looked extremely confused.

Dumbledore walked over to the door. "Now go ahead children, make your names up while I go ahead and fetch some little friends!"

As soon as Dumbledore left, Scorpius looked at his friends.

"He's er, a little too eccentric if you ask me."

"Yeah. Maybe not too nuts, but at least a little...off."

Rose and Al shuddered. Scorpius looked at the ground.

"I guess I will be Destis Spink," Scorpius muttered.

Rose looked around. "I will be Jade Knox."

Albus glanced at his friends. "Then I will be Dante Greff!"

As soon as Albus muttered the last syllable, Dumbledore popped in.

"I see that you are finished with making your new names! Excellent! Would you care to meet my friends now?"

The friends stared at each other. Rose answered for them. "I mean, I guess so, if we have no other choic-"

Dumbledore cut her off. "Wonderful! Rose- I mean Jade," he said with a wink and the finger quotes. "Come with me!"

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