Fandom: Harry Potter, post-series
Author: Ellen
This is not a true drabble, since it is not exactly 100 words, so I will just call it a shortfic.
Sometimes I Think We Sort Too Soon
Al wasn't as scared of the Sorting Hat as he thought he would be.
He knew better than to tell anyone his father's secret, that the Sorting Hat had allowed Harry to refuse to be sorted into Slytherin, something which was not supposed to happen. Then again, the rules had always been different for Harry Potter than for everyone else. Al knew more about his father's story than his father knew he did. Or, maybe his father did know perfectly well that he knew, and just chose not to let on ... hard to tell.
He kept thinking about what his father had answered when he asked, "What if I'm in Slytherin?"
Sometimes the things we fear the most are the things that we most need to face, in order to become who we should become. Albus Severus Potter knew that, too, from the stories that he had overheard about his father, the things that he was officially not supposed to know.
Knowing that he could tell the Sorting Hat that he didn't want to be in Slytherin, and that the Hat might just possibly listen, would make it easier to accept whatever happened. He wasn't going to be stuck somewhere he wasn't meant to be.
If the Hat said Slytherin ... well, he couldn't say that he wouldn't be afraid, but ... he would follow his own road, wherever it might lead him.
That, more than anything else, would be what his father's son should do.
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