Teddy reluctantly held his grandmother's hand as he went over to Kings Cross Station. He was 11; he didn't want to hold hands with his grandmother. He looked around platform 9 ¾. He was going to Hogwarts! Teddy smiled, remembering all the stories he had heard about Hogwarts from his godparents, Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry. They weren't really his aunt and uncle, but they were super close to him. They had a little 4 year old boy named James, a 3 year old boy named Albus, and a 1 year old girl named Lily. Teddy thought about his other aunt and uncle, Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron. They had a 3 year old daughter named Rose and a 1 year old son named Hugo. Teddy loved his cousins.
Finally, Teddy's grandmother let him board the train. Teddy sat by himself, wanting someone to talk to. His family would always talk to him. Teddy sighed. Two years until Victoire could come. Victoire was Teddy's oldest friend. Teddy always refers to Victoire as a friend, to remind himself that technically they weren't cousins, so it was okay to have a crush on her. All of the adults thought a little kid crush was cute, but the crush didn't go away.
A boy with light brown hair and green eyes came in. "Mind if I sit?" Teddy shook his head. "I'm Alfred, call me Alfie." "I'm Ted, call me Teddy." Alfie smiled. "Nice to meet you, Teddy." "Same," said Teddy, looking outside as the train started moving. He waved bye to his grandmother, and watched her as the train sped away. Teddy looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was showing his normal appearance, brown hair and dark, twinkling eyes. His grandmother loved it for some reason. Sighing, he changed it to black hair and light blue eyes. "Better?" he asked Alfie. Alfie nodded. "Yeah. You're a metamorphmagus, aren't you?" "Yeah, like my mother." Alfie grinned. "Cool." Teddy nodded, a little sad at the mentioning of his mother.
The train ride sped by as the boys talked about Quidditch. "What house do you think you'll be in?" asked Alfie. "I'm not sure. My father was a Gryffindor, my mother was a Hufflepuff, my grandmother was a Slytherin, and everyone says how witty I am, like a Ravenclaw. What about you?" Alfie shrugged. "No idea. My father was a Gryffindor, but a clumsy one, and my mother was a Hufflepuff. I'll probably be in Hufflepuff." Teddy shrugged. "So? My mother fought against Voldemort and his Death Eaters many times, and she was an Auror. There's nothing wrong with being a Hufflepuff." "Well I guess so . . . but still." They sat in silence until the candy trolley came.
The candy brought sugar, and the sugar brought more talking. They talked about their families. It turns out that Alfie was the eldest son of Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott. Finally, the train stopped. They followed a half-giant named Hagrid, who knew Teddy. Teddy was fine with it, but a couple of boys passed him and whispered "teacher's pet." Alfie glared at them.
"Longbottom, Alfred!" ran out through the Great Hall as Alfie went over to the stool with the hat on it. Teddy watched nervously until "GRYFFINDOR!" was called. Alfie went over to the Gryffindor table as "Lupin, Ted!" was called. Teddy walked to the stool and sat down. The hat slipped over his eyes, and a voice started talking. Very courageous and brave, yet a kindness and sweetness. Witty and clever, with a cunning edge. A little bit of all four in you. Yet which traits will rise up? Well, I know for sure, best be "GRYFFINDOR!" Teddy went over to sit next to Alfie. They high fived and watched the rest of the sorting.