Of a House

by PenBeatsSword

James was a Gryffindor at heart, a brave knight. Sirius was a Slytherin by blood, a snake in the grass. Remus was a Ravenclaw by nature, books as his friends. Peter was a Hufflepuff because he was nice. Three of four changed their fates and came together.

1. Of Gryffindor

James Potter was the son of Charlus and Dorea Potter, and loved dearly by both. He was spoiled for the entire first eleven years of his life, then sent to Hogwarts with only one house in mind.

Gryffindor.

Charlus was a former Gryffindor, and Dorea supported James in Gryffindor, even if she was a Slytherin. James was incredibly brave, and wanted to rise high in the wizarding world. His thoughts never changed, not from the moment he learned about Hogwarts from his parents, to the moment he stepped onto the Hogwarts express for the very first time. He knew exactly what he wanted, and was sure he didn't know what he would do if he went anywhere else.

James loved Quidditch all his life, supporting his father's team and playing with his father and a few other wizard children sometimes. James played Seeker, but sometimes Chaser. He had a great broom, a Nimbus 1000, and was disappointed when he learned he would not be able to take it to school until his second year.

His wand was mahogany, 11 inches, and had a unicorn hair core. He was told by Mr. Ollivander that it would be good for Transfiguration spells. James spent a little bit of time waving his wand, watching the sparks fly out of it for a while in the train compartment before a boy came in and introduced himself as Sirius Black.

A girl named Lily Evans and her friend Severus Snape came in for a while, but left soon after James and Snape clashed personalities horribly. Two other boys joined the compartment after a while, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin. They talked and played Exploding Snap for the ride to Hogwarts, but James couldn't get his mind off the Sorting ahead. He had told the others he was headed for Gryffindor, and he hoped Sirius would join him. Nothing was certain about the other two, though.

The Sorting Hat's song was mildly interesting, but a little long. And then there was waiting until his name was called, which, being a Potter, would take a while. Soon, though, it was his turn on the stool, and while other people had silent conversations of varying lengths of time, the Hat spoke only one word to him that echoed through the Great Hall:

"GRYFFINDOR!"

James walked towards the Gryffindor table, where at least 60 other students were cheering like mad, and sat down next to the 3 boys he was with on the train, who had all been sorted before him.

A great friendship ensued from that very first day. James got his wish, and was made a Gryffindor.