A/N: I know it took me ages to get this up, but here is the final chapter of this short story collection. I hope you like it :)
Platform 9 and ¾ quarters was bustling with activity as wizards and witches buzzed around the place, families saying goodbyes and friends greeting each other joyfully. One lone family of three stood slightly secluded from the rest, though occasional glances were thrown their way repeatedly.
“Momma, why are they all staring at us?”
Astoria Malfoy looked down at her only son, his grey eyes – so like his father’s – round with apprehension. It was his first year going to Hogwarts, he was of course nervous. She smiled and gave him a comforting hug.
“They’re just curious honey…”
“Curious? About what?”
She sighed and looked at her husband who gave a brief nod and turned to their son.
“Scorpius, don’t worry about them. You’re a Malfoy. They’re bound to be curious. Just ignore it, okay?”
The little boy nodded hesitantly. He couldn’t question his father’s words. The train hooted at that moment, signalling that the Hogwarts Express was about to leave.
“Come on now, let’s get you on the train,” the older Malfoy instructed and then began levitating his son’s luggage to on to the train. Taking advantage of his father’s momentary distraction, Scorpius scooted closer to his mother and whispered, “What if I am sorted in the wrong house?”
“Scorpius, there’s no wrong or right house. You’ll be sorted where you belong.”
“B-but what if dad’s not happy? He was in Slytherin, wasn’t he? What if I’m not?”
Astoria shook her head.
“Yes, your father was in Slytherin, but that doesn’t mean you have to be. We’ll be happy for you no matter what house you’re chosen in. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re comfortable, settled and make nice friends.”
“So even if I’m sorted into… Hufflepuff, you won’t mind? And neither will dad?”
His mother smiled and took his hand.
“I was a Hufflepuff,” she squeezed his hand and her son looked at her astonished before giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“I love you Momma, I’ll write to you.”
“I love you too honey and you better write to your father too. He’ll like that,” her son nodded before going to his dad who stood a little distance away, gave him a small hug shyly, and jumped on the train, waving to his parents.
The Great Hall was as magnificent as ever. There were candles floating around, the starry night sky sparkling above them, and rows and rows of students sitting in anticipation of the sorting. The little Malfoy looked around admiringly as he stood in the line of first years. The castle was huge, like a palace, and much more extravagant than his Manor. He had waited for this moment since the age of three– since he was told all about Hogwarts and the moment had finally arrived.
He started slightly as his name was called out, and he walked, a little nervously, to the stool where he would be sorted. His mind felt like a jumble of thoughts and emotions, he was excited yet nervous at the same time. As he walked towards the stood, he could feel all eyes in the room upon him and it made him slightly uncomfortable. Trying his best to not appear as scared as he felt, he sat on the stool. The tattered, old Hat was placed on his head.
‘Ah, a Malfoy…hmm, where to place you?’ He almost jumped on hearing the voice, even though he’d read all about the Hat talking in Hogwarts: A Revised History.
‘I don’t know, that’s your job isn’t it?’ He thought back, briefly wondering if it was accepted talking back to a Hat. After all, he couldn’t remember reading anything about the students conversing with the Hat.
It made a sound that almost resembled a chuckle.
‘Hmm… I sense wit and humour, cleverness and pride… I know where to put you. Better be…’
His heart stopped beating. Where was he going to be sorted?
“RAVENCLAW!” The Sorting Hat announced out loud, and he felt the Hat being lifted off his head. It was as if a weight had been taken off his chest. Ravenclaw wasn’t bad, in fact it was good. He did like reading after all.
He grinned uncertainly and got up. Though, what he hadn’t expected was the pin drop silence that greeted him as he did so. His grin slowly faded and he could feel his cheeks colouring.
Then suddenly, the strict looking headmistress began to clap, and after a moment, following her lead the Ravenclaw table burst into applaud as well, and so did the rest of the Hall.
Sighing with relief, he made his way to the Ravenclaw table, looking at all the shining faces around him. One prefect even clapped him on the back as he sat down and Scorpius Malfoy knew he had found his place.
A/N: So there it is! The final chapter to this! Scorpius' sorting :D ...what do you think? How was it? Please do leave your thoughts in the little box below!
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