Hi! I've written this chapter once already but lost the file so here is a different version of it. Yay! As always, please review! BTW, in the 'talking to the sorting hat scenes', this is the student and this Is the sorting hat.

Peter

Peter walked into the great hall along with a wave of other students. He sat down at the table of his fellow first years, ready to be sorted. Thoughts rushed through his head. I'm sure to be in Hufflepuff. I'm not smart enough to be in Ravenclaw, and certainly not brave enough to be in Gryffindor…and not cunning enough to be in Slytherin.

Peter's train of thought was stopped as he heard the first name be called out: "Pettigrew, Peter"! Peter gasped, it was incredible that he had been called up first! He stepped up from the table, smiling but also dumbfounded, and made his way to the wooden stool sat near professor Dumbledore. The sorting hat was placed on his head.

Hmm. You aren't the cleverest of wizards, are you?

No.

But you certainly are brave.

I am?

Why yes, Peter. To be so… singled out, such a follower by nature, may seem cowardly, but in your case it is quite the opposite. The fact that you still get out there and make friends, dive right in, makes you brave. And for that reason, I have chosen to put you in…

"Gryffindor!"

Peter smiled, this was better than he could have ever imagined. Even Slytherin would've been a long shot in his case. But no, he, Peter Pettigrew, was in Gryffindor! He smiled and sat down with his fellow Gryffindors.

James

Many names had been called, not one of them James'. James had been awaiting this moment since he was a child. He was at Hogwarts. Hogwarts! He stared at his shoes in disbelief. He looked up just as the name "Lily, Evans!" was called. An incredibly pretty girl with bright red hair and piercing green eyes stepped up and sat down on the stool. Almost as soon as the hat was placed on her head, it cried, "Gryffindor!" and she quickly sat down at the appropriate table. James smiled at her, this girl seemed kind, and she had a certain feel about her. He couldn't appoint quite what it was yet though.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of waiting, James heard the name "James, Potter!" as it echoed through the haul. He crossed his fingers and toes, and whispered, "Pleasebe in Gryffindor, please be in Gryffindor…"He continued whispering this as the hat was placed on his head. Slightly too big for him, it slipped down just above his eyes.

Ahh, a Potter! I assume that you are hoping to be in Gryffindor like most of your relatives?

Of course. It's the house of the brave and bold!

Very well. You are incredibly brave and clever, and I see no reason not to put you in…

"Gryffindor!" James smiled and stepped down from the stool before sitting next to the girl he had seen get sorted into Gryffindor before. What was her name again? Thought James. Oh yes, Evans, Lily… "Hello!" James said, holding out his hand to Lily. "Hi." She replied immediately, taking his hand. James shook it and looked next to him, seeing a small, chubby boy with blonde hair. He smiled at him, then looked up to see who would be sorted next.

Sirius

Ugh, when will the next person be sorted? I just want my turn to be over and done with. Sirius was extremely nervous to get sorted. Almost all of his relatives were in Slytherin, but he was determined to be in Gryffindor. His family would hate him for being sorted into Gryffindor and sure, he'd probably get punished, but it was certainly worth it.

Soon enough, Sirius heard his name echo through the hall. Shaking slightly, Sirius sat on the wooden stool and the hat was placed on his head.

A black! I assume you want to be placed in Slytherin.

No! I want to be in Gryffindor.

Hmm, how strange! But I can see why, you are very brave, and, dare I say, kind and caring. No, you would not suit Slytherin. Instead, I shall put you in

"Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor table went wild, and Sirius glanced at the table of Slytherins across the room, who looked extremely surprised. He grinned, and sat down next to James, who was smiling at him. "Good job, mate!" He watched as that skinny boy he'd seen on the train, Remus, walked up to the hat. He must've missed his name being called.

Remus

Oh my god Oh my god oh my god. Remus was panicking. He was the most nervous he had ever been in his life. Would the hat kick him out? Put him in Slytherin? This could go terribly wrong, He shouldn't have come here, He shouldn't have come here… He barely felt his feet touch the ground as he walked over to the stool. He barely noticed his feet climbing up the stool. He didn't even feel the hat touch his head.

Well this is a first.

I'm sure it is.

A werewolf, very interesting.

Yes.

Do you have a preferred house?

Well, I've always thought I'd suit Ravenclaw.

Have you gone out of your mind?

Well, yes, technically.

I meant that as an expression… anyway, you are incredibly smart, but you are also amazingly brave. You could do great things if you were in…

"Gryffindor!"

Remus grinned, and practically skipped over to the Gryffindor table. He sat next to James and Sirius, the boys he'd met on the train, and smiled. This was the start of an amazing 7 years. Remus could tell.