This is a rewrite of one of my old stories. This is the story as it's supposed to be, as I envisioned it all those years ago haha. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1
The Sad Slytherin Boy

The man wore tattered black robes, and he was on his knees, hunched over before the stone throne.

"Please, please, I tried my lord, truly I did..." He begged and pleaded to the man before him.

The man who sat on the throne was young; he had brown hair and piercing blue eyes that stared intensely at the man before him, and he seemed to radiate dark power. He sneered at the man's continual begging.

"Quiet, Mulciber!" He barked in his deep voice. The man bowed his head. "You failed to get the documents we needed. Time is running out. You failed."

The man slashed his wand, and a jet of bright green light sent Mulciber flying backwards; he hit the ground dead. The man stood up, the other robed Death Eaters falling to a knee.

"The next one to fail me will suffer a fate worse then death. Get me the documents."

The men bowed, their voices rising in unison.

"Yes, Lord Atrox."

***

Albus watched as Lysander Longbottom was sorted into Hufflepuff, Gregory Goyle Junior sorted in Slytherin (he wasn't surprised in the least!) and Sean Finnegan was sorted into Gryffindor. (No surprise, as both his dads were Gryffindors, and two of the funniest men Albus had ever met.)

Finally, the platinum blonde boy Albus had noticed earlier approached the seat and sat on it timidly. So this was Scorpius Malfoy. Albus had heard a lot about the Malfoy Family- mostly Uncle Ron's bitter ramblings, and Albus's father trying to correct Ron.

The hat took two minutes- Albus could hear it mumbling- before it called out the house.

"SLYTHERIN!"

The Slytherin table erupted in applause and cheers, but Scorpius still seemed to be filled with a sadness. Albus wondered why the boy was so sad.

Scorpius stood up, eyes downcast, and took a place at the Slytherin table. Even surrounded by the students, he looked so incredibly lonely....

"Albus Severus Potter!"

Albus was taken out of his haze and walked up the steps to the stool, hopping on. The hat came over his eyes, and the voice filled his head.

"Oh, I've seen a head like this before... Living proof it's not the house that makes the wizard, eh? You've got the qualities of a Slytherin. Of a Gryffindor, like your father before you. And.... oh, what's this? Oh my. This is a wildcard. Quite a wildcard. Hmmm..."

"Not Slytherin.... not Slytherin...." Albus whispered, eyes clenched shut.

"Not Slytherin, eh? Hmm. I know! I know just where to sort you. Better be..."

There was a pause, and Albus felt as though it were an eternity-

"RAVENCLAW!"

Shock washed over Albus's body. There was no applause. Just a stunned, shocked silence.

Albus stood and walked to the Ravenclaw table, eyes downcast. He took his seat, and only felt panic.

He wasn't a Gryffindor. He didn't belong with his brother and his cousins.

***

Albus was exhausted.

Already two weeks in to his first year at Hogwarts, he was already buried underneath homework- he found potions and Defense against the Dark Arts (James boasted on and on to his friends about the strong Potter genes continuing on in Albus- a statement which made Albus roll his eyes severely.)

The one constant that piqued his curiosity was Scorpius Malfoy. For all he'd heard of the Malfoy Family, Scorpius was nothing like his namesake. He was meek, quiet. He seemed to be carrying the weight of some great sadness.

In Defense Against The Dark Arts, Ravenclaws had the class with Gryffindors and Slytherins; Albus sat next to Sean Finnegan, whose presence he was grateful for; but all too often he'd be looking at the quiet, sad Slytherin boy. Sean even noticed, and elbowed Albus in the side.

"Take yer eyes off Malfoy, yeah? We got a paper to write." He said with a laugh. Albus shrugged.

For the first couple of days, James was seemingly disturbed that Albus was sorted in a house that wasn't Gryffindor, but it passed and he was back to his old ways, often dropping by the Ravenclaw table with sweets and other merchandise he'd purchased from Hogsmeade.

He was adamant Albus go deeper into dueling spells, as it wasn't required for first years but there were resources for first year defensive spell learning.

James was working hard on that right now, as both he and Albus sat across from an irate headmistress McGonagall.

"Potter, you have already missed homework assignments, and tutoring Albus with extra credit Defense against the Dark Arts coursework will only exacerbate the problem!" The Headmistress said sternly, growing somewhat red.

"But, Headmistress, this is my brother! He needs to know these things! I was tutored in my first year by Teddy Lupin-"

"Mr. Lupin was a straight-"O" student, and had no troubles with coursework." McGonagall cut him off, quite intending that to be the end, but James persisted.

"Headmistress, I'm begging! It's bad enough he's in a completely different house and doesn't know anyone in that house! He needs a head start on these things, it's expected of someone from Potter blood!" Albus very nearly took offense to James implying Albus would be unable to succeed in school without his tutoring skills, but was shocked when McGonagall let out a weary sigh.

"Fine. Every Wednesday before dinner, there will be an empty classroom for you to practice in." She flicked her wand, and a book floated over from one of the bookcases behind her. "Use this to prepare a course outline. You will give this to me by this Sunday, and I will either approve it, or call for changes. Once it has been approved, you can begin tutoring Albus." She moved to hand the book to James, who reached to grab it, but she moved it from his grasp. "Only teach Mr. Potter what is in this book."

James nodded, and took the book.

"Thank you, Headmistress." Both boys said, James far more excitedly.

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"Ah, Albus, this is awesome!" James nearly shouted as they walked through the halls. "Now you'll be able knock down any of the people that try to bully you!" To this, Albus shook his head.

"I don't get bullied, James. It's the whole 'being in the wrong house' thing that gets me." Albus muttered bitterly. James shook his head.

"That means nothing Alb, really doesn't. All these people are putting stock in what house they're in, how many colored jewels fill the hourglass at the end of the year, but I'm telling you, all that matters is the wizard."

Albus was thinking of a response, but he saw Scorpius Malfoy running into the bathroom. His instincts were telling him to go, go and talk to this boy, and he wasn't sure why.

"I have to go to the loo." He said to James, who just sighed and shook his head. "We'll catch up later, James." Albus said, and James ruffled his hair. Albus rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom.

It was empty, save for Scorpius, leaning over the sink.

"Scorpius? Scorpius Malfoy?" Albus asked cautiously. Scorpius looked up in the mirror, seeing Albus. His face made it clear this was the last person he expected to talk to him. He whirled around.

"Um, yeah. That's me. And you're Albus Potter." He said nervously.

"Yeah, yeah, that's me." Albus laughed, trying to be casual, trying to make this less awkward for them both. Scorpius still seemed guarded, nervous. Albus took a few cautious steps, and Scorpius stiffened slightly. Albus stopped his approach, and extended a hand. "I just wanted to say hi. Hello, and nice to meet you, Scorpius."

Scorpius looked surprised, and his eyes moved rapidly from Albus' face to his hand; he cautiously extended his own, and they shook hands.

"Nice to meet you, Albus."

CHAPTER TWO: Extra Credit



"Avada Kedavra!" The man cried out. Harry dove behind a large garbage bin, which dented with a noise like a gong-

Harry prepared to leap out and disarm the dark wizard, but he heard a loud blast and a grunt.

Harry stood up to see Ron standing over the crumpled body of the wizard. Harry shook his head.

"You're late."

Ron shrugged.

"Worked out fine, didn't it?"

"Do you recognize him?" Harry asked looking around the alley cautiously for any watching muggles.

"That's Rowle, isn't it? The one we blasted away in the café years ago." Ron said with a nostalgic grin, but Harry's body had gone cold.

"He's supposed to be in Azkaban."

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Albus flipped backwards, high into the air, landing on the pile of mattresses his brother had conjured.

"Come on, Alb! You can do better than that!" James goaded. Rose , who was reading her book, rolled her eyes.

"Do you take pleasure in blasting your brother away?" She asked James, eyebrow raised.

"No!" James said defensively. Albus smiled.

"Alright then, get in formation now." Rose said in her commonly used tone of boredom.

Albus and James were approximately ten paces away from each other; wands at the ready.

"Three...." Rose began counting down. Albus' eyes narrowed.

"Two..." James' wand hand twitched slightly.

"One!"

"Flipendo!" Both Albus and James cried; the blue jets of light clashed in mid air, in a shower of sparks. James smiled appreciatively.

"You casted it Alb! It's a start!" Albus smiled. He'd really love to send James flying.

Rose began counting down once more. Albus was tense; as soon as he heard one, the words would launch and he was hoping he was just that millisecond faster-

"One!"

"Flipendo!" Albus cried.

"Flipendo!" James yelled, a millisecond too late.

Albus' bolt flew past James' own bolt; Albus moved to the side and James' bolt hit the stone wall in a shower of sparks; James flipped backwards, hitting the cushioning hard.

Albus bowed as Rose clapped and cheered; a slightly dazed looking James raised a thumbs up.

***

Albus disliked his potions class. None of his friends were there, and while Professor Slughorn was very kind, he didn't do a lot about Goyle Jr's bullying of the students.

Goyle was incredibly large and imposing, looking more like an overgrown third year than a first. Albus had escaped most of the abuse, but Goyle Jr was working on getting to everyone it would seem.

Albus walked into the potions room to a sight that incensed him.

"C'mon, Malfoy! Do something. Whatever happened to the pure blood Malfoy bloodline? Soon as Voldemort falls, they retreat back into the shadows, eh? Now you're all friendless. Sickening."

Goyle was standing over Scorpius, whose head was down, staring at his desk. Albus instantly approached Goyle.

"Leave him alone, Goyle." Albus demanded. Goyle looked up at Albus, his face contorting into anger.

"Excuse me, Potter?"

"I said. Leave. Him. Alone." Albus drew his wand, and several of the watching students gasped. Goyle Jr. looked shock, taking a step back.

"Calm down, yeah, Potter?" He asked nervously, backing to his table and sitting down. Once everyone turned their attention away from Albus and Scorpius. Albus looked at Scorpius, whose head was still down.

"Mind if I sit?" Albus asks, indicating the seat next to Scorpius. The boy shrugged, barely perceptible. Albus sat down gently.

"Listen, Scorpius. Nothing Goyle has to say is true, or intelligent, okay?" Albus said softly, hoping to get a laugh from the boy. Scorpius looked up at Albus, face wracked with sadness.

"It's true. I've got no friends." He said in a weak voice that nearly broke Albus' heart.

"No, it isn't true. You got me. You need a friend, Scorpius, I'm more than willing to fill that role." Albus said with a smile.

Rewriting old stories is always a entertaining thing, I'm happy you're doing that.
This ff is really cool! I can't wait for more!