"Potter, Albus!"

I slowly walked up to the Sorting Hat. I couldn't bear the tension. I had to be a Griffindor. I simply had to be; any other option just could not exist.

"Hmm….. Brave, you are," –my heart sweeled with relief- "But an able mind, too."

I tried what my father had done. Griffindor, I thought.

"Griffindor? Oh, but you'd do much better in… RAVENCLAW!" the Hat shouted, the last word to the whole school.

I pulled the Hat off my eyes to see James staring at me in a mixture of surprise and horror. I wasn't a Griffindor. I ran away, sitting at my place in the Ravenclaw table, resting my head down so the others wouldn't see my tears.

I managed to avoid James for a whole week. But Ravenclaws and Griffindors shared History of Magic, the most boring class ever, even if it was taught by a ghost.

"Psst! Albus! Hey, Albus!" I gared at him. Why did he want to talk to me? I was just a dumb Ravenclaw.

"What do you want?" I snapped. I'm surprised Professor Binns didn't hear me, even if he never stopped class, no matter what.

"I wana tell you that it's okay!" he smiled at me. "You're still my brother! And Ravenclaws are cool! Maybe you'll be my boss someday!"

I grinned at him. Maybe a Ravenclaw wasn't so bad after all. I turned around and started taking notes. Something told me I should try, in case I needed to help James with his homework….