Albus Potter and the Rise of the Death Eaters

Chapter 1


As I got onto the Hogwarts Express, I waved to my parents. I made my way down the compartment isle to find one with my cousin, Rose Weasley, who was in the same year as me. Looking through the glass windows, I saw her staring at me and smiling. I slid open the door and sat down in the seat next to her.
"Hey Rose."
"Hey Al. Are you nervous about the Sorting? I kind of am. I really want to be in Gryffindor, but it's the Hat's choice, not yours..."
I remembered my dad telling me that the Sorting Hat must take your choice into consideration, for it did it for him.
"Not necessarily. I mean, if you really want to be in Gryffindor, then... well, only a true Gryffindor would enjoy being one, right?"
Rose thought about it for a few seconds, looking into the distance with a wondering expression.
"You have a good point. That seems right to me. Thanks, Al."
I smiled, though even after what my dad had said, I had doubts. What if the Sorting Hat didn't listen to me? What if it thought that no matter what I wanted, I was meant to be in Slytherin?
Rose and I fell silent after our conversation about the Sorting, getting lost in our own thoughts. After a few minutes, however, Rose spoke up again, and I found that she, too, was doubtful.
"You sure about what you said?"
"Well... not completely, to be honest."
Rose looked concerned and disappointed. "Oh."
"But you never know," I said quickly, "It might put you in the House you want to be in."
"I guess," answered Rose, sounding unconvinced.
Wishing I told Rose that I was sure, I waited for the train ride to end.
The train came to a stop, so Rose and I grabbed our belongings and headed out. A large, tall, old man who I recognized as Hagrid called, "Firs' years over here! Firs' years over here!"
All the first year Hogwarts students gathered around Hagrid.
"Albus! Rose! How are ye?"
"I'm fine," I replied.
"Excellent. How are you, Hagrid?" asked Rose politely.
"I'm doin' great!"
The other first years looked up at Rose, Hagrid and I impatiently.
"Oh," said Hagrid, looking at them with a slightly embarrassed look on his face, "Well, then, we'll be travelin' across the lake. Get inter a boat."
Everyone clambered into the boats, getting into ones with their friends. A tall, curly-haired brunette girl still stood alone on the grass, looking rather sadly at the boats on the lake. I wondered if she was afraid of going across the lake.
"Come on," said Hagrid, "Get inter a boat."
She looked at the ground. "I don't know... who's boat to get into..." she said sheepishly.
A boy in a boat a few feet across from mine snorted and said, "Just get into any bloody boat-well, any but mine-and shut up! You're wasting time!"
The girl bit her lip, still standing there. A couple of students mumbled to themselves. "It's all righ.' Ye can jus' get inter a boat with me."
Still unhappy, the girl got into Hagrid's boat.
The boy who had jeered at her snorted again.
"Stop that, righ' now, or I'll make sure Professor McGonnagal gives ye detention on yer very firs' day o' Hogwarts!"
We started moving across the smooth, glassy surface of the lake, and I could see Hogwarts coming into view.
We got off the boats, and walked through the large, oak front doors of Hogwarts. The Great Hall was amazing: it was a large space, with a table in the front seating the professors, and four others, each representing one of the houses, along the sides; there was a banner by the professors' table imprinted with the Hogwarts crest, and beneath it the words Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus; and a ceiling which looked exactly like the dark, starry sky outside. I was pulled out of my thoughts about the Great Hall's appearance when a professor placed a stool in the middle of the Hall, and topped it with an old hat, which could only be the Sorting Hat.
Everyone looked up at the Sorting Hat. A brim on the edge of the Hat opened widely, and it started to sing:
/Oh, I'm the Sorting Hat, and I'll place you into a house
wherever it is that you belong
It could be Gryffindor
It could be Hufflepuff
It could be Ravenclaw
or it could be Slytherin
If you're a brave soul
got chivalry and daring
and some nerve
you're bound to be a Gryffindor
The loyal
the hard-working and the fair
are sure to to become Hufflepuffs
Those with much wisdom
wit and creativity
are definitely Ravenclaws
And the ambitious
the cunning and sly
will be placed into Slytherin!/
The students cheered at the end of the song. Once they were done clapping, the professor started to speak. "I am Professor McGonnagal. When I call your name, sit on the stool and put on the Sorting Hat. When you get placed into a House, go to the table that represents it. You will know which one it is because your fellow House members will be cheering for you."
"Aricanli, Daniel!"
Daniel walked up, looking excited, and put the Hat onto his head.
Almost instantly, the hat shouted, "RAVENCLAW!" The Ravenclaws clapped and shouted in excitement, and Daniel took a seat at the Ravenclaw table, which was blue-and-bronze with an eagle.
"Augello, Anna!"
It took two minutes longer for the Hat to place Anna into a House. In the end, it announced, "GRYFFINDOR!"
As the Gryffindors cheered, Anna joined the red-and-gold table, which was symbolized with a lion.
"Bones, Hallie!"
Hallie joined the yellow-and-black table with a badger.
"Botes, Charles!"
The second that he put the Hat on, the rude boy who had jeered at the lonely girl at the lake was sorted into Slytherin, and he sat at the green-and-silver table that was marked with a snake.
"Bracker, Karie!"
Her sisters, Katelyn and Katherine-who looked exactly alike, the same face, tall, straight shoulder-length hair, and grey eyes, were both sorted into Gryffindor.
"Mondello, Valerie!"
The girl who could't find a boat to get into at the lake pulled the Hat on her head. It took at least five minutes for her to be placed into a House.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat finally exclaimed.
Looking satisfied and proud, Valarie sat at the Gryffindor table.
After a few more names, It was finally my turn to be sorted.
I nervously walked up to the stool and put the Sorting Hat on my head. / Not Slytherin, please don't put me in Slytherin, please not Slytherin,/ I thought.
Ah, funny thing you say that. Exactly what your father said when I was sorting him! And in your mind I see that you are very much like nhim indeed! No doubt about it, you belong in "GRYFFINODR!" I sighed in relief, and sat down at the Gryffindor table.
Names later, Rose was called up. Her Sorting took about as short as mine.
The Sorting ended with Bailey Winze being sorted into Slytherin, and McGonnagal spoke again. "Now that everyone has finished being sorted, we will have a feast." She waved her wand, and enormous amounts of food appeared on the table.

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