In Wizard Heaven
When Albus Severus sat on the stool, Sirius was watching. Even though he didn’t quite agree with Al’s full name, he loved the kid and wanted to see where he ended up.
Al sat on the stool, shaking. Sirius was watching, smiling.
And then the hat called out “SLYTHERIN.”
Sirius could see some horrified faces, including on Al himself, all directed on the eleven year old. But his eyes were on James Sirius, sitting at the Gryffindor table. Before he could really tell what either boy was thinking, his vision was obscured by tears.
He felt a solid clap on his shoulder and turned to see Regulus with his eyes trained on the two boys.
“Let’s hope they handle it better than us, eh Sirius?”