So, this story is basically a collection of short stories, letters, and other stuff from the next generation's first years at Hogwarts.

Since all the Harry Potter fanfics I've read have this- Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters.

Since James is the first son of Harry Potter, I'm going to start with him.

Enjoy! (Please read and review as well)

The Sorting Hat

James was feeling extremely nervous. It was almost time to be Sorted. And he was feeling a lot of pressure.

At home and in front of others, he put on an air of coolness. When asked what house he wanted to be in, he would say he didn't care, that none of the houses were good enough for James Sirius Potter. But in truth, he was actually extremely worried. What if he didn't get into Gryffindor, like his dad and mum? Would they disown him? Uncle Ron had joked about it, but what if he really meant it? He just had to be in Gryffyndor. Gryffndor, where the brave dwell at heart! But was he brave enough? Did he have what it took? What if the Sorting Hat didn't think he worthy enough? What if he got into Hufflepuff, surrounded by a bunch of airheads? Or worse, what if the Sorting Hat put him in Slytherin? Did that mean that he was evil? Gosh, there were so many "what ifs".

"Potter, James!" Professor Mcgonagall sharp voice brought him back to reality. Slowly, dreading it, he walked up to the Sorting Hat. And then he put it on. As the hat covered his view of the Great Hall, it began to whisper to him.

"Hmmm... You're Harry's son. I remember Sorting him. My, that was a difficult choice. But in the end, I put him in Gryffindor."

James remebered that story. His dad had told him that he chose what House to be in. The moral of the story was that choices are what make a person, not their talents. But he wasn't sure if he wanted to choose. What if the house he chose wasn't the right one to be in?
What if he had a terrible time at Hogwarts?

"My, what a conflicted mind... Let me think..."

James could have sworn he heard the Hat chuckle. Was it purposely dragging out the moment to torture him?

"Well, like father like son, I know what House your for, considering your talents, better be... GRYFFINDOR!"

James breathed a sigh of relief, and walked down the steps, and plopped down onto a chair at the Gryffindor table next to Teddy Lupin. They listened to the other Sortings, and then Professor Mcgonagall's annoucements ("The Forbidden Forest is most definently forbidden, of course, you must obey the rules of this school, do not use magic in the corridors, and blah, blah, blah") And then, finally: "Let the feast begin!"

Teddy looked at James. "Nice job. You took so long, I thought you might never be Sorted!"

But James didn't hear. His worries now gone, he was too busy stuffing himself with food.

And that's the end of the first story. It wasn't that great (the whole rhyme the Hat said to James makes me cringe, and there were other things too), but I hoped you liked it! More to come soon!

I will try to update at least 2-3 times a week. In the meanwhile, you can give me ideas to write about in this story if you want.

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