James Potter x Reader

Chapter 1

I was ecstatic to say the least, as I grinned at my older brother. It was September 1, 1972. It was the day I finally became free of my parents, and cousins breathing down my neck 24/7. Sirius has been at Hogwarts for a year already. Now, it was my turn.

My parents were far from pleased when my brother was sorted into Gryffindor last year, despite all the years of teaching him to be a Slytherin. Since we were capable of walking, Sirius always found joy in doing the complete opposite of what our parents wanted. It was quite hilarious to see the looks on their faces when he told them he hated the color green when he was five.

I quickly found that I didn't agree with anything my parents had been pounding into my head since I was born. They wanted us to hate muggles and "blood-traitors". And the worst thing of all was their constant need to call muggle-born witches and wizards, mudbloods. Sirius hates it, and I just refused to speak when it came up in conversation.

I was snapped from my thoughts when my mother said my name. I looked up sheepishly,  "I'm sorry, mother. I must have gotten distracted. What were you saying?" She rolled her eyes and sighed, "I was asking if you had all your things." I responded, telling her I had everything.

Moments passed, and soon it was time for me to board the train. My mother wished me well, as my father didn't even bother to see me off. If I had to chose one of my parents over the other, I would definitely chose my mum. She, unlike my father, at least cared about my existence.

However, she didn't do the same with Sirius, seeing as she was still raving about his first year at Hogwarts. My brother grinned as we boarded the train, rambling on about how he knew I would get into Gryffindor, or something like that. I wasn't really listening.

I was instead, trying to haul my trunk down the isle, whilst Sirius searched for a compartment to sit in. "Need some help?", spoke a seemingly amused voice behind me. I turned around to face a boy with glasses, who seemed to be around my age. Before I could respond however, Sirius spoke. "Oi! I see you've met my sister!" The boy gave my brother a goofy grin and laughed.

"No way! So you're the famous Y/N that Sirius was always rambling about last year," the boy spoke with a smile. "I wish I could say the same. Seeing as I know nothing about you," was my response. Not very original, but I couldn't take it back now.

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Hogwarts was even grander than I expected. I gaped one awe of the magnificent castle before me. I was separated from Sirius and his friend, whose name I learned was James during our time together on the train. Now, I was in a crowd of my fellow first years, waiting for the sorting ceremony to begin.

Professor McGonagall seemed very kind, not to mention wise. When everyone in the Great Hall was silent, she began calling out the names of students. Some kids got sorted into Ravenclaw, others in Hufflepuff or Slytherin. But nobody had been sorted into Gryffindor yet. I thought it was kind of weird, but was too preoccupied by my own fear. I didn't want to be sorted into Slytherin. I didn't care what house I got, as long as it wasn't Slytherin. I knew it was the first step to being like them, my parents.

That thought scared me the most, so I was glad when my name was called. "Y/N Black", McGonagall's voice rang out through the Hall. Some people whispered, undoubtedly comparing me to my brother. I slowly made my way up the Sorting Hat. The older witch placed the hat on my head, and then I heard a voice. But it was in my head.

Ah, yes. Another member of the House of Black. Your brother was put in Gryffindor, but everyone else in Slytherin. This is a very difficult choice, indeed. You seem to possess many similar traits with your brother. You also seem to possess an extraordinary mind, a kindness like no other, and a desire to prove yourself. Very difficult, indeed. It better be-  "Gryffindor!"

The entire Gryffindor table cheered, and Sirius looked like a child on Christmas morning. I smiled, indescribably relieved that I wasn't in Slytherin. I walked- not very gracefully, might I add- to the Gryffindor table, taking a seat next to my brother. That was when I knew, this was going to be an interesting year...

A/N:
I'm so sorry that was such a short chapter! I'm going to try to make longer chapters, but I really wanted to get that part over with. Please let me know if you spot any mistakes while reading, and thank you so much for choosing to read! xx

All my love,
L