Chapter 1

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As I walked through the huge double doors into the Great Hall I realized the true enormity of Hogwarts. I mean I knew it was big and all but this was huge. The map I had taken from my father's drawer was proof of that.

Oh by the way I'm James, James Sirius Potter. Yes I am the son of the famous Harry Potter. I am 11 years old and have two siblings Albus Severus Potter(10) and Lily Luna Potter(8). My eyes are blueish-green and my hair is just like my dads but curlier and longer. Oh yeah, and my mum is Ginny Potter who used to be a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies.

Now back to the sorting ceremony. Yeah I am a bit scared but I would never hear the end of it I told Albus in my letters home. So I put a determined smirk on my face and stared up at the the teachers like I always do when something scares me.

Slowly I started to lose interest in the teachers so I started to look around the room to examine its contents. Just as I started to stare up at the ceiling a lady I knew to be Headmistress McGonagall brought out a very old and tattered hat. When everybody looked up at the headmistress she slowly inclined her head toward the hat. Expecting her to tell us what to do all the first years including me looked at her eagerly.

That was when the most peculiar thing happened the hat tore open and started to talk. Or I guess sing would be a better word.

18 years ago came a sweet relief,

As Voldemort was finally gone we could finally sleep,

Now his son has come,

And so he to shall learn,

Which house he will be in,

Gryffindor the brave and strong,

Hufflepuff the just and kind,

Ravenclaw the clever and witty,

Slytherin whose cunning and ambition will certainly get you far,

So put me on and you will see,

In just which house you belong,

Open up so I can see,

So you can be all that you want to be.

Why would the hat mention me in its song? I mean I know my dad is famous and everything but what did that have to do with me? I guess I could always see what the hat said to me. So I guess I would have to wait for my name to be called. Professor McGonagall then began to call names from a list.

Abbott,Anna was the first to get sorted. It took a few moments but finally the hat shouted"HUFFLEPUFF!!!" and

Anna Abbott ran off to the sea of yellow and black.

I tune out for about 10 names until I finally hear "Potter,James,"

So this was it. I was finally going to find out where I really belonged. Where I would spend the next 7 years. I slowly walk up to the podium and set the ancient hat on my head.

"Well, let's see here. Very much like your father I see. You'll need that this year I'm sure. So where to put you? You would do well in Slytherin or Gryffindor."

"Please don't put me in Slytherin anything but that!" I whisper fervently to the hat, "I want to be like my father not a Slytherin."

"Fine then better be.. GRYFFINDOR!!!" the hat finally yelled.

Relieved I run over to the red and gold table where Teddy Lupin my god brother and his girlfriend Victoire Weasley are waiting to welcome me into my house. Then I sit and wait as the last few kids get sorted the last of which being Finnigan, Aaron who like me is put in Gryffindor. As I shake the hand of Aaron Headmistress McGonagall stands up to say a few words.

"In light of That wonderful song I am going to start with a few words of the sadly deceased Albus Dumbledore. Nitwit Blubber OddmentTweak." Headmistress McGonagall said as the plates around them filled with food.

I look around and see that some of the students are looking at me.

"What?" I say in bewilderment. This wasn't the only time I had been singled out but I wanted here to be different. I don't want to be singled out because of my father.

Aaron Finnigan is the only one who is brave enough to speak,"Well it's jut that well... We wondered... Why did the hat single you out? I mean aren't we all just here to be our own person not what are parents were?"

"I really don't know why the hat singled me out but I do think that I will need some friends for whatever the hat thinks is going to happen. I also think that if we don't hurry all the food is going to be gone, Let's eat!" I say with a flourish of my hands

Everyone then returns to their dinner except for Aaron who looks over at me and says,"If you need friends then I'm the guy for you. I need someone who knows their way around this place."

"Alright then," I say holding out my hand for Aaron to shake,"I guess we have a deal,"

"Thanks so much. Please tell me you know where all the classes are?" Aaron pleads.

"Course I do and more," I reply mysteriously. I don't want Aaron to know about the map just yet. I think to myself. It just wouldn't be right yet. I'll let him find out on his own. Then I return to my own food that surprisingly hasn't grown cold yet and eat as much as I can while listening to other conversations.

After we are all fed and sleepy McGonagall comes back up and tells everybody as usual that the Forbidden Forest is as always forbidden and where we could find the prefects that would lead us to the dormitory. As I turned to leave I looked at the ceiling one last time. I follow the prefect from my house up the many staircases to the seventh floor. There I find that I'm looking at a portrait of a.. Well fat lady.

"This is the gateway into the Gryffindor Common Room. For the next 2 weeks the password is going to be Albus. Don't forget the password cause then you'll be stuck out here until someone lets you in. The boys dormitories are to the left girls the same on your right. Lights out is 11:00 on school nights unlimited on weekends and you have to be back at the dormitory at 9:00 or else you will be locked out. Now off to bed with you. You'll get your schedules tomorrow." the prefect, Lysander Scamander, said.

I start to walk up to the dormitory the other boys following close behind. When I get to the top of the staircase I look around for the door that says 1 for first years. Walking into the room I see my stuff already lined next to a four poster bed and happily I fall into it eyes closing before my head touches the pillow.

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