Fic: Before the Sorting
Title: Before the Sorting
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Summary: It is the morning just prior to their first year at Hogwarts, and both boys wonder where they'll be Sorted.
Warnings: none! The boys are yet too innocent ;P
Notes: My last drabble for ass_ldws. :( I actually thought this one was one of my best, but unfortunately it's the one that kicked me out of the competition. For the prompts "pre-Hogwarts" and "wise".
Before the Sorting
Albus sits alone on his bed. He is eleven and frightened. James has told him every horror story there is about being Sorted into Slytherin, every nasty detail and awful truth. While Albus is wise enough to believe his father over his brother, he still thinks that maybe things have changed since his dad was in Hogwarts, and James is really right, and if he's Sorted into Slytherin, he'll turn out like Voldemort or Bellatrix Lestrange or Lucius Malfoy.
Albus hauls his blankets over his chin, glances to the clock by his bed. It's almost time. Soon, he'll be standing on Platform 9 ¾, rushed off on the Express, Sorted in front of everyone. He knows that if he's Sorted into Slytherin, everything changes.
OoO
Scorpius sits alone on his bed. He is ten, will turn eleven in two weeks, while attending Hogwarts. He is frightened. While his parents have told him time and again that it doesn't matter what house he is Sorted into-as long as it's not Hufflepuff, his father often jokes-Scorpius is wise enough to know that it is only the house that matters, the house that chooses who and what you will become. Scorpius isn't sure what he wants to be just yet, so the fear coils up like a choking hand on his throat and clenches and clenches and clenches until he wakes up in a fit, forgetting how to breathe.
When his father comes in, Scorpius is already dressed, holding his trunk and his owl's cage with an iron grip. Draco frowns; he remembers what it is like to be so frightened of making friends and so disappointed in not making them.
"It's time to go," Draco says.
Scorpius' stomach sinks to his toes, and he can't move. But somehow, he does.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Summary: It is the morning just prior to their first year at Hogwarts, and both boys wonder where they'll be Sorted.
Warnings: none! The boys are yet too innocent ;P
Notes: My last drabble for ass_ldws. :( I actually thought this one was one of my best, but unfortunately it's the one that kicked me out of the competition. For the prompts "pre-Hogwarts" and "wise".
Before the Sorting
Albus sits alone on his bed. He is eleven and frightened. James has told him every horror story there is about being Sorted into Slytherin, every nasty detail and awful truth. While Albus is wise enough to believe his father over his brother, he still thinks that maybe things have changed since his dad was in Hogwarts, and James is really right, and if he's Sorted into Slytherin, he'll turn out like Voldemort or Bellatrix Lestrange or Lucius Malfoy.
Albus hauls his blankets over his chin, glances to the clock by his bed. It's almost time. Soon, he'll be standing on Platform 9 ¾, rushed off on the Express, Sorted in front of everyone. He knows that if he's Sorted into Slytherin, everything changes.
OoO
Scorpius sits alone on his bed. He is ten, will turn eleven in two weeks, while attending Hogwarts. He is frightened. While his parents have told him time and again that it doesn't matter what house he is Sorted into-as long as it's not Hufflepuff, his father often jokes-Scorpius is wise enough to know that it is only the house that matters, the house that chooses who and what you will become. Scorpius isn't sure what he wants to be just yet, so the fear coils up like a choking hand on his throat and clenches and clenches and clenches until he wakes up in a fit, forgetting how to breathe.
When his father comes in, Scorpius is already dressed, holding his trunk and his owl's cage with an iron grip. Draco frowns; he remembers what it is like to be so frightened of making friends and so disappointed in not making them.
"It's time to go," Draco says.
Scorpius' stomach sinks to his toes, and he can't move. But somehow, he does.