THE HEIR.

HMM? .. WHAT'S THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE

As the Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogsmeade Station, Siddarth and Emily gathered their things, excitement bubbling up inside them. They stepped off the train and were immediately met with the chilly night air. A booming voice called out over the crowd.

"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!"

Siddarth and Emily followed the voice to its source and found themselves standing before Hagrid, the giant man who had visited their home.

"Hi there, you two," Hagrid said, his eyes twinkling as he recognized Siddarth. "I remember you, Siddarth. Seen yeh when yeh were just a wee lad. My, how you've grown!"

Siddarth smiled up at Hagrid. "Hello, Hagrid! It's good to see you again."

Emily nudged Siddarth, grinning. "He really is as big as you said."

Hagrid chuckled, leading the first years to the boats that would take them across the lake to Hogwarts. As they approached the castle, its grandeur took Siddarth's breath away. He glanced at Emily, who was equally awestruck.

Once they reached the shore, they were escorted inside the castle, where Professor McGonagall was waiting. Her stern expression softened as her eyes fell on Siddarth. Her heart swelled with a maternal instinct she hadn't felt in years.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said, her voice warm and full of emotion. She caught Siddarth's eye and gave him a small, reassuring smile, silently promising herself that she would look after him.

The first years were led into the Great Hall, where they would be sorted into their houses. As they stood in line, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Nyla Potter came up behind Siddarth, whispering and giggling.

"Hey, you look like you belong in a fairy tale," Harry teased, nudging Siddarth.

Ron laughed. "Yeah, you sure you're not a prince or something?"

Nyla giggled. "Maybe he's under a spell."

Before Siddarth could respond, several girls nearby were staring at him, their eyes wide with admiration. Among them were Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis, who were both transfixed by Siddarth's striking appearance.

"Who is that?" Daphne whispered to Tracey, unable to take her eyes off him.

"I don't know," Tracey replied, equally mesmerized. "But he's like something out of a dream."

Their conversation was interrupted by Draco Malfoy, who had just been sorted into Slytherin. He glanced at Harry and sneered.

"So it's true," Draco said. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Harry glared at Draco, ready to retort, but before he could, McGonagall called for silence and began the Sorting Ceremony