James Sirius Potter grinned. It wasn't everyday you were sorted into Hogwarts. The boys had discussed the houses at great length, and finally decided on Hufflepuff or Gryffindor for Edward, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor for Quentin, and a firm Gryffindor for James ("I wouldn't have it any other way...")

But now they were here! The Lost Boys quickly threw on their school robes, but not before a girl, Lilac? Lilah? Oh yes, Layla, told them off.

"First Years this way! Everyone else to the carriages! Go on then!" James, Edward, and Quentin turned to a woman waving her hands at students."First years to a boat! Four people max!" James, Edward, and Quentin grabbed a boat along with a boy named Frank. James recognized him as Neville's kid, Frank. Him, Neville, and his sister Alice came around for dinner every once in a while.

Drifting across the Black Lake, several people screamed. A girl had fallen in.

"ALICE!" Screamed Frank. Many more people screamed when the girl flew out of the water grasped by a giant black-blue tentacle. She was placed gently in a boat, where the woman who had directed them dried her off with a spell. Frank visibly sighed in relief.

"Who's that?" asked Edward

"My sister, Alice. I can't imagine dads reaction if she had died. He probably would've hacked things to pieces with that old sword of his"

"Why, who's your dad?"

"Neville- Professor Longbottom"

"The teacher?" Asked Quentin

"No, the hero" said James,"Hello Frank, by the way, and this is Edward and Quentin" he gestured to the boys.

"Nice to meet you two. Gryffindor hopefuls?" questioned Frank.

"Definitely" answered the other three.

The boats drifted around a rock, and several people audibly gasped. James thought his dad had said nothing compared to what Hogwarts was really like. High turrets, sweeping arches, the stone, everything about the place screamed regal, magnificent, and magical.

"First Years this way!" called the woman who brought them over. They stood in a hall, where the woman introduced herself.

"My name is Professor McMac and I am the deputy Headmistress as well as the Keeper of the Keys at Hogwarts, aka the groundskeeper. When we walk in, your names will be called from a roll sheet. Keep quiet the whole time. Any questions?"

A boy, obviously muggle-born raised his hand.

"Yes?" Said Professor McMac

"What are we being sorted in to?" several Slytherins-to-be sniggered.

"You will be sorted into Houses. Gryffindor, the brave and courageous, Hufflepuff, the loyal and kind, Ravenclaw, the wise and noble, and Slytherin, the cunning and the ambitious. Anymore questions" answered Professor McMac. No one spoke.

"Let's get sorting!" exclaimed Professor McMac. That's when she opened the giant double doors. The sight that greeted them was amazing. Four long tables ran through the hall perpendicular to the doors. One long table was at the end of the hall, where the teachers obviously sat. In the middle of the table was the Headmistress, Professor McGonnagall. The ceiling looked like the night sky, inky black-blue-purple with silvery stars shining through.

James, Alice, and Frank waved to Professor Longbottom, who waved to them back with a smile.

Proffessor McMac got to the front.

"Welcome everyone, to the 2015 sorting ceremony!" Professor McMac proceeded to pull out a hat from the folds of her emerald robes. She placed on a trip-pod near her feet. Then she proceeded to pull out a scroll. She cleared her throat.

"Boot, Petunia!" A small girl shakily walked up to the podium. Not even 10 seconds later, the hat shouted "RAVENCLAW!" The girl smiles, and James noticed her mouth "Just like dad" before walking to the table just left of the rest of the first years.

"Centalia, Sarai!" Was the next name called. The girl walked up, more confidently than Petunia, but still shakily, and sat on the chair. The hat was barely on her head before the hat yelled "HUFFLEPUFF!" Sarai then walked to the table just right the rest of the first years.

A couple names later and "Dolohov, Antonio" became the first Slytherin. A couple more names and the girl from the train, "Eves, Layla!" Was on the tripod. 5 minutes later, "Hatstall!" Was cried out by a student. 3 seconds after that, the hat finally screamed "Gryffindor!"

Quentin was nudging James. "I'm hungry, and tired. I wanna sit." He moaned over and over, four or five times James was getting sick of the mantra.

"Shut up!" Hissed James. In the time they had been arguing, Alice Longbottom had been sorted into Gryffindor after a particularly loud scream, to which Professor Longbottom smiled. Frank was soon also sorted into Gryffindor, after nearly 3 minutes. James was growing hungrier by the minute. The next people went as follows:

Arthur Macmillan, Hufflepuff (James frowned. His dad had said something about a vexing man at work named Macmillan)

Randall McLaggen-Ravenclaw (Randall pouted, he glanced toward the Gryffindor table with a wistful glance)

Edward Negma-Gryffindor (James screamed a loud "YES! at that)

Nathan Nott-Slytherin

Mafalda Ortiz-Slytherin

Pari Patil-Gryffindor

Prisha Patil-Gryffindor

Until finally, finally a "Potter, James!" Rang through the now silent hall. Whispers broke out

"Another Potter?"

"Finally!"

"Hope he's in my house"

James strode confidently to the stool. The hat never reached his head. About 6 inches from his head, the hat screamed "GRYFFINDOR!" So loud several different people covered their ears. Grinning wildly, James ran to the Gryffindor table, which was next to the Hufflepuff table against the wall.

Am I moving the story to fast? Tell me in a review! There are more characters than the ones listed. Peace.