Harry Potter, the Next Generation
The excitement arouse in the great hall as the new headmaster stood up.
"Please settle down." His voice boomed. His eyes followed the first years as they entered through the door, waiting to be sorted. "As you all must know, my name is Professor Potter." The headmaster said, as he surveyed the first years. "It is time to bring out the sorting hat." He concluded and sat down. A teacher brought out the old, tattered hat. She bent over and put it on a stool at the front of the room. It opened came to life and started to sing, much to the first year's surprise. It finished and everyone applauded.
"Well then." Professor Potter said. "Alton, Christine, please step forward and try on the sorting hat." A young, timid girl stepped up to the hat. She slid it on.
"RAVENCLAW!" the sorting hat said and the young girl ran to the far left table.
"Brier, Andrew." A boy slowly stepped to the sorting hat and put it over his head.
"Gryffindor!" the hat shouted and the boy slipped off the hat and ran to the middle right table, where all the kids were cheering. The process went on, all the way to the "O's" and suddenly Professor Potter stopped. He cleared his throat.
"Potter, Anthony." said Harry Potter, the headmaster of Hogwarts, and a father to Anthony.
Anthony slowly stepped up to the sorting hat. He looked up to his dad, Harry Potter, and smiled. Anthony slipped the hat on his head, full of jet- black hair, and sat on the old, wooden stool. Please, Please let me get Gryffindor! Anthony thought and closed his eyes.
"Hmmm." The sorting hat said. "Anthony Potter, son of Harry Potter. Where shall he go? Gryffindor is for everyone brave, and you seem to have courage. Ravenclaw is for those with wisdom, I'm sure you are smart. Slytherin is for the cunning and sly. You don't seem fit to go there." Why is it taking so long? Anthony wondered.
"Hufflepuff is for those who are loyal, you seem to show that quality." The sorting hat said. "HUFFLEPUFF!" he yelled.
"Hufflepuff?" Anthony squeaked. His dad was from Gryffindor! Everyone from Hufflepuff was cheering and yelling. Anthony went to the table and plopped down. Everyone was slapping him on the back and congratulating him. Anthony smiled meekly and looked up to his dad. He was smiling and clapping. Anthony looked deeper in to his eyes; he saw disappointment and maybe shame. Anthony sighed. How could he live up to his father, Harry Potter?
The excitement arouse in the great hall as the new headmaster stood up.
"Please settle down." His voice boomed. His eyes followed the first years as they entered through the door, waiting to be sorted. "As you all must know, my name is Professor Potter." The headmaster said, as he surveyed the first years. "It is time to bring out the sorting hat." He concluded and sat down. A teacher brought out the old, tattered hat. She bent over and put it on a stool at the front of the room. It opened came to life and started to sing, much to the first year's surprise. It finished and everyone applauded.
"Well then." Professor Potter said. "Alton, Christine, please step forward and try on the sorting hat." A young, timid girl stepped up to the hat. She slid it on.
"RAVENCLAW!" the sorting hat said and the young girl ran to the far left table.
"Brier, Andrew." A boy slowly stepped to the sorting hat and put it over his head.
"Gryffindor!" the hat shouted and the boy slipped off the hat and ran to the middle right table, where all the kids were cheering. The process went on, all the way to the "O's" and suddenly Professor Potter stopped. He cleared his throat.
"Potter, Anthony." said Harry Potter, the headmaster of Hogwarts, and a father to Anthony.
Anthony slowly stepped up to the sorting hat. He looked up to his dad, Harry Potter, and smiled. Anthony slipped the hat on his head, full of jet- black hair, and sat on the old, wooden stool. Please, Please let me get Gryffindor! Anthony thought and closed his eyes.
"Hmmm." The sorting hat said. "Anthony Potter, son of Harry Potter. Where shall he go? Gryffindor is for everyone brave, and you seem to have courage. Ravenclaw is for those with wisdom, I'm sure you are smart. Slytherin is for the cunning and sly. You don't seem fit to go there." Why is it taking so long? Anthony wondered.
"Hufflepuff is for those who are loyal, you seem to show that quality." The sorting hat said. "HUFFLEPUFF!" he yelled.
"Hufflepuff?" Anthony squeaked. His dad was from Gryffindor! Everyone from Hufflepuff was cheering and yelling. Anthony went to the table and plopped down. Everyone was slapping him on the back and congratulating him. Anthony smiled meekly and looked up to his dad. He was smiling and clapping. Anthony looked deeper in to his eyes; he saw disappointment and maybe shame. Anthony sighed. How could he live up to his father, Harry Potter?