I am still worried. My dad told me that it doesn't matter if I get in Slytherin because some good people come out Slytherin but I still want to be a Gryffindor. I just arrived in the Great Hall and all the adrenalin is going through me. The hat is singing some weird song I can barely hear over the sound of my heart beating in my ears. I think I will get in Gryffindor. I heard that one of the qualities Gryffindors have is courage and I have always had quite a bit of courage. "Potter, Albus", I hear the lady say. It is my turn to be sorted. Ok hear we go. "Yes, quite like his father", I listen to the hat mumble. "Hmm... in that case, must be GRYFFINDOR!" I hear the rest of my house cheering as I walk over and sit down. I guess I had nothing to worry about after all. "I see that you are not a traitor then are you, Albus", my brother, James, says. There is always that down side to being a Gryffindor. My annoying older brother.
This fanfic is for the sorting hat challenge.