A/N: this is completely random, has nothing to do with any fic I have ever written, and is uncharacteristicly short.... Sorry bout that.

DISCLAIMER: I, Mouse and Stupid Production, am not J..... Sorry to disappoint...

"Father!" Draco called into the left wing of Malfoy Manor that his parents now inhabited.

"Yes, son?" Lucius answered curtly, no doubt working on resurrection plans.

"I've gotten word from Scorpius!" Draco said, his excitement barely concealed beneath a somber expression.

"Yes?" Lucius asked, distractedly. "And what house is he in?"

Draco's mouth twitched with poorly concealed mirth. "He's… well, he's in… erm… perhaps you should just look at the picture." Draco handed his father a picture. In it, Scorpius was sitting with a boy who was undoubtedly Harry Potter's son, and a girl who was definitely Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley's daughter. The thing that caught Lucius up, however, was not his company, it was the ties of the people involved. Two of them were wearing scarlet and gold ties and the other was wearing a emerald and silver one. Lucius choked on his tea.

"WHAT?" he exploded.

"I'm rather proud of him," Draco said, still attempting not to smile broadly.

"This is terrible!" Lucius said, lighting the picture on fire. "We can get him re-sorted, right?"

"Nope!" Draco said, letting his smile loose. "Just think at the reversal the Wizarding world will chew over for years!"

"This is your bloody fault, you damned nit wit! All because you stupidly let Harry Potter save you!" Lucius exploded. Draco laughed loudly and then ducked quickly when his father threw the nearest thing at hand at him. "This is your entire fault! Why didn't I drown you when you were a child!"

"You're right father," Draco said. "Absolutely terrible. I'll go write to him and admonish him." He got up soberly and left the room. The moment he had the door closed he started laughing in earnest.

"Twat!" Lucius yelled, and Draco heard something heavy hit the inside of the door. Draco chuckled and walked downstairs. He picked up a piece of parchment and a quill.

Son,

I am incredibly proud of you, and happy with those you have chosen as friends. Congratulations. Your grandfather has deduced it as my fault. I told him it was incredible. He doesn't seem to agree… Odd. Anyways, I'd stay there for Christmas were I you, and perhaps if that fails, go stay with your new friends!

Love always,

Dad

Scorpius stared at the letter in disbelief. His dad was proud of him?

"Who's that from, Scor?" Rose asked.

"My dad," he said, bemused.

"And?" she asked impatiently.

"He's proud of me," Scorpius said, still confused.

"Well that's great!" Rose said.

"He did, however, advise against me going home for Christmas," he added.

"Dad didn't kill me!" Al said, flopping into the seat between Scorpius and Rose.

"My parents said they didn't expect anything less," Rose said.

"Says the only one who got into the house she was supposed to," Al muttered.

"Maybe it has to do with the fact that she's the only 'she'," Scorpius mused aloud.

"So the fact that we are, respectively, the sons of a death eater and a world savior meant our houses would be messed up?" Al asked.

"Must be," Scorpius said. "My grandfather's going to kill me."

"Malfoy, Scorpius!" Professor Longbottom called. He walked nervously up to the stool and sat down. There was dead silence in the hall. The hat was placed on his head.

"Hm… definitely not Slytherin, then. How about… no… not quite… ah. Of course!" it paused, before the rip in its brim opened widely and yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!"