The Sorting Hat

He'd seen her boarding the train; her red hair flamboyant against the seemingly less vibrant hair of her sibling. Of course, that was basically impossible; accounting for the fact anyone would tell you their hair was precisely the same colour as her brother's. Sitting next to the black-haired brother made it all the worst. The bright red/orange contrasted evidently against the ebony.

Leaving that alone, he considered that she would just be overbearingly annoying. An infamous Potter, as she was. His father never spoke ill of Harry Potter, surprisingly enough, because his mother always talked about how they were enemies in school. It confused Scorpius; but he left the subject alone. Seeing the ever-famous Harry Potter with his three children and wife, Scorpius could see nothing wrong.

Seeing Harry Potter's daughter was different. Much different.

She was eleven, yes; no doubt going through an awkward stage at the moment. But she showed no signs of this. She was confident of herself around girls who had already finished with that. Or, so it seemed. He supposed she must have been nervous, though. Her incessant wringing of her hands was an indication of this, undoubtedly. The habit was rather unattractive, actually.

Still, he looked past this. Her complexion was clear, and surprisingly freckle-free. He'd almost been looking forward to the freckles that her mother had, splayed across her own features. However, this was another thing that was easily forgotten. Her eyes, brown. Boring and average. Like all brown eyes were. He'd been hoping for the striking green eyes her brother had inherited.

Though he could spot nothing out of the ordinary, he still could not find one thing he'd change about the small girl.

And he'd looked. He was still looking now, as she sat with the Sorting Hat atop her head, biting her lip fervently, eyes closed tightly, looking nervous.

Scorpius suddenly wanted nothing more than for her to be placed in Slytherin. Potter or not, if Lily were to be placed in Slytherin he would account it as a sign, and would waste no time getting to know her. The Sorting Hat hummed in thought.

"Yes…very bright…a wonderful addition to Ravenclaw, perhaps?" She looked disappointed at once. Some Ravenclaws scoffed and made rude comments at this. He smiled to himself before frowning. Ravenclaw was not something to be ashamed of, but if that were the case, she'd want to be in Gryffindor. That was her choice of house, wasn't it?

Scorpius felt a pain like no other clamp down on his chest.

"No…maybe not. Interesting. Very complex." The Sorting Hat had not talked this much to any students as far as Scorpius knew. "Daughter of Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter," whispers and murmurs started up, but stopped once the hat continued, "Albus and James Potter…Gryffindors…ah, what is this?" His breathing stopped. "Yes, I believe I've the perfect place for you."

The hall was quiet. Scorpius made desperate pleas in his mind for the Sorting Hat to just say 'Slytherin'.

"Gryffindor it is." He felt like falling to his knees and screaming in protest. But she was happy. She grinned and hopped to the crowd that cheered as she neared. Abruptly, he didn't want her to be Slytherin any longer. He wanted to be Gryffindor. Even a place at the Hufflepuff house seemed better than his seat with the Slytherins.

Lily caught his eye and sent a questioning, but concerned look in his direction. He could only imagine the pain that was evident on his face. He looked away. Thinking, he should have disregarded the thought the moment he knew she was a Potter.

A/N: Okay, I don't own Harry Potter. Obviously. But this is my first HP fic, not my first fic altogether, but it might as well be. Hopefully you enjoyed reading it? It's a little sad, I know. But I just love the pairing and couldn't resist. Let me know what you think please!!! :D