Disclaimer & A/N: I don't own any of these characters, only the plot lines and such. This is for a drabble request posted by Megsy42 on HPFC. I hope you like it, this was my first attempt at Next Generation.
Anything is Possible for a Potter
The boys walked side by side, the one on the right a few inches taller, shoulders a little bit broader. This one had deep blue eyes, but he had the disheveled black hair of his father. The way he walked, his slow and steady stride, he was definitely his father's son, confidence just boarding arrogance. He was a fourth year Gryffindor, but he wasn't about to let anyone older intimidate him, especially not anymore. He was the oldest son of "The Boy Who Lived" but he was also James Sirius Potter, the one and only.
Beside James, his shoulders enwrapped by his brother's arm, walked Albus Severus Potter. He was a second year now, and Lily was just starting this year. This year, the last of their family was starting here, at least for now, but Al shifted his weight uncomfortably, easily dwarfed by his older brother. The two of them were nothing alike, Al had the eyes of his father, green as they could be, and his hair, it wasn't as dark as James's, instead there was a soft reddish tint to it, no thanks to his mother. And that wasn't even to mention his lack of a physique, his body much more streamline and slender than his brothers.
Much to everyone's approval, despite concerned thoughts, Albus, like his father and grandfather, and one of the few things he shared in common with his brother, had been sorted into Gryffindor. Now, it's not like they would have disowned him or anything, and they wouldn't have necessarily been disappointed, but he would have been in himself. Albus could not picture himself anywhere else. And as long as the brothers stayed together, there wasn't anything that they couldn't do.
"You're tense, Al." His brother broke through his thoughts, through the silence that they had been enjoying on their way to the Great Hall. James's eyes met Al's and in an instant, he knew his older brother had no doubt what had been going through his mind. It was always like that.
"I'm sorry. It's just… I can't imagine Lily not ending up in Gryffindor." His voice was deepening, at least compared to the voice he'd had a year ago, but he still sounded much like a small child as he spoke just then.
"Leave it go, Al." James said, his tone one of finality and one to suggest he knew what he was talking about. "There's nothing we can do. But no matter where she gets sorted, she'd still our sister." His older brother grinned proudly. Yes, he was proud of Lily, indeed. She was their baby sister, so he had his good reasons.
James felt his hesitation and stopped walking, but instead now turned to face him. Albus knew that his brother was telling the truth, James always knew what he was talking about after all. And of course, there was little doubt that their sister would follow them into Gryffindor. But what if she didn't? It would be weird not having his little sister around. Deep down, if Albus was honest with himself, he was just afraid of losing Lily. But like James said, there was nothing that they could do. Lily would go where the sorting hat sent her, and she'd be just fine. Now, Albus just had to convince himself of that.