In case being a first year isn't scary enough, I have to be the kid with no background of wizarding blood. A complete and total outcast. My name is Carter Rosen. I was born in New Jersey, USA but moved to England when I was six. I found out I was a wizard July 27th on my eleventh birthday. So now here I am. Walking the small over crowded hallways of the Hogwarts Express, looking for an empty cabin. I finally find one and enter. Placing my stuff on top and taking out my copy of The Lightning Bolt Scar: the tale of the Voldemort War told by Harry Potter.
Around five minutes later a tall lanky brunette boy knocked on my compartment door. "Um.. Hi. I was wondering if I could sit here. Every where else is either full or has a relative sitting in it." I laughed a little at his comment and moved my backpack from the seat across from me. "Hi, I'm Carter." I said sticking out my hand for him to shake. He took it while saying "Hi, I'm James" James and I talked the whole ride to Hogwarts. He explained Quittich to me, and told me all about his mom who played on the all girls team the Holy Head Harpies.
When we arrived to Hogwarts I must say I was intimidated. Not just by the Giant who was calling out for all of the first years but by the students them selves. Hundreds of them. All wizards. I saw a few I recognized from my neighborhood. How had I never realized that Victoire and Dominique and Louis were wizards?
I entered the great hall with James at my side. It was HUGE! The ceiling was amazing. If only I had paid attention when I read Hogwarts, a History. Professor Longbottom led us up to the from of the hall. He sat down the sorting hat and started calling our names. Eventually James was called. The hat barley touched his head when it screamed "Gryffindor!" everyone from the far left table stood up and shouted "WE GOT POTTER!" Wait a minute, my friend was a Potter. One of the Potters. OH MY GOD!
It was probably the scariest five minutes of my life. The Sorting hat was telling me everything about my life and assessing it. He saw the day my dad left. The day my mom became ill. The day I moved to England to live with my god parents the Dursleys. He finally got out of my head and reported to the room. "Gryffindor!" James looked excited to see I was in his house. I guess this year was off to a good start.
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I finished the year with mostly A's and forty-eight hours of detention under my belt. So James wasn't the best influence. But he was a lot of fun. I was invited by his family to spend most of the summer. I had eagerly decided to grasp the opportunity to get away from the Dursleys. His Uncle was going to teach me how to Keep this summer so I could try out for the school team. James and I were the only two in our year given permission my Madame Bell to try out.