Albus, Rose, and their new friends get sorted. 

“Bloody Hell!”  Washburn screamed.  He grabbed Albus's wand out of his hand and produced water from it to douse the flames.  “Potter!  You'll getting detention and 20 points from Gryffindor!”  he shouted, glaring at Albus.  “Class dismissed.  Get out, all of you except Potter.”

“I wish I knew some way to help him,”  he murmured to Rose.  “He hasn't even told us what disease he's got.  I wonder if it's some really rare kind that not many people have heard of.”

    Rose looked up.  “Isn't it obvious?”

“I've been plotting a little prank,”  John whispred,  “C'mere.”  He pulled them behind a table and they all crouched down.  John pulled a box out of his bag. “This is an Exploding Eclair.”

“Rose!  We're on holiday!”  James looked shocked,  “Now's not the time to study!”

    “Well, you'll be scrambling to get your work done on the last day, like always.  Maybe you should study tonight, too.”

“Well, what's been going on?  Do Mum and Dad know that we listened to them?” Albus asked.

    “They do.  Grandma told them.  I'm never getting those Extendables back,” James groaned.  “But I don't think they're too bothered by it.”

“Detention!  Saturday night!”  Washburn screamed,  “You,”  he pointed at the students who were showered with glass,  “Go to the Hospital Wing.  The rest of you, class dismissed.

    "Something troubling you, Potty?"  a cold voice said.  Albus looked up and saw Quinton Willinson, flanked by two other Slytherns, standing at the top of the stairs that Albus was climbing.  "Fancy a stroll by yourself?"

"Anytime!  Anytime!"  the knight said excitedly,  "I must be off now, for I spotted someone on the way back and I've got to see what they are up to!  No scoundrel gets past Sir Cadogan!"

"That's certainly a creative way of getting to talk to me,"  Dumbledore replied,  "But I must tell you that a better way would be to send word with another portrait and I'd be able to meet you in the common room."

"Sir,"  Malfoy interrupted,  "Sir, why does he get extra time for his essay?"  Malfoy pointed at Matt.

    Harry sighed,  "I do not think that is any of your concern, Mr. Malfoy."

"You guys do know what Muggles do when they camp, right?"

    "That's when they live in those cramped, tiny tents that are just big enough to sleep in, right?  And they don't use electricity or any of that stuff they use instead of magic?"  John asked.

ohn pointed at two names on it, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.  "What did they do?"  he whispered.

    "Saved my mum from Voldemort and a basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets,"  Albus whispered back.  "And discovered that it was Voldemort attacking students in the first place.  He possessed my mum through a diary he wrote when he was 16."

The group quietly watched the map for a few minutes, noting that all the fifth and seventh years were still cooped up in the library, studying for their exams.  "Who's that?"  Albus pointed to a dot that was lingering near the forest.

    Rose leaned in closer and read,  "Jarett Willinson.  Never heard of him."

    "Willinson.  Do you think he's related to Quinton Willinson?"  Albus asked.

"But you did unite them, the Hallows?"  Albus asked.
   
 "For a little while, yes,"  Harry said.  "I was the Master of Death."

"Victoire Fleur Weasley,"  Kendrick announced.  Albus and Rose clapped louder than they had for anyone else as their cousin shook Kendrick's hand.