As the moonlight danced off the stained glass walls of the boathouse James gazed up at the largest set of stairs he had ever seen. The climb up the steep stone steps was not something James was looking forward to.

"Oy, James wanna race?" yelled Scorpius as he pushed through the jumbled crowd of first years. James loved running and was never one to say no to a race. James tore up the stairs with Scorpius quick at his heels. Then James saw a black billow of smoke rush past him, the cold wind ran a chill through his body, Wait that's not smoke thought James, looking up at the nearing top of the stairs saw a mass of billowing black fabric swirling in the night wind. Oh no this is it thought James, it's a dementor coming to take his soul. James had heard of dementors from his Uncle Ron, he had told him that they used to guard the wizard prison, Azkaban, until the Battle of Hogwarts when the Dark Lord used them as part of his army. The dementors were never gathered together again and were rumored to roam the Scottish countryside praying on sad children. James was was nearly paralyzed with fear and would have fell down the stairs had it not been for Scorpius who ran right into him.

" Hey whatcha stopping for? It's a race! Your supposed to try and win ya know." sneered Scorpius

" Da...dddaa...amentor!" screamed James pointing wildly at the billowing black figure at the top of the stairs.

"Excuse me! What is a dadameter? Cause it doesn't sound like a very nice name?" questioned the figure angrily.

" I never knew dementors could talk?" James whispered to Scorpius. The wind picked up in a sudden furious gust which blew the hood of the cloaked figure back.

" MIRA!" gasped botched James and Scorpius. By now the rest of the first years had caught up with them and were starting to crowd around and stare.

Scorpius who was not fond of being gawked at, grabbed James by the arm and dashed up the rest of the steps taking two at a time till they reached Mira who was now asking questions about mile a minute. Scorpius hissed at her to hush and pushed her forward onto the courtyard ahead.

They were the first to enter the entrance hall and Mira quickly round on James and Scorpius, " What on earth do you think you two are doing pushing me around calling me names, I was told this was supposed to be the best wizarding school on the planet, and so far all I've seen is bratty boys who think they own the school just because their parents are important wizards. " she ended her rant panting for air which caused James to wonder how she managed to talk and hold her breath at the same time.

Scorpius stepped forward an apologized for their actions, and then went on to explain James, mistaken identity. James found particular fascination in a portrait hanging in the entranceway struggling not to make eye contact with either Mira or Scorpius. He had already made himself enough of a loser anyway. The portrait he found was of two young wizards flying around on broms setting off fireworks. The wizards looked identical, and strikingly similar to his Uncle George, but it couldn't be him because his Uncle George didn't have a twin.

"Boy, that sure does look like fun." said Mira softly as she came to stand beside James. "I forgive you for yelling at me James, I know it was a silly mistake. Friends?" she asked as she extended a hand to James "Friends." replied James shaking her hand back.

"Hurry hurry, oh my what ever are you children still doing out here you've nearly missed the sorting" cried a elderly witch wearing dark red robes. James, Scorpius and Mira had been so busy they hadn't even noticed that the other first years had already entered the Great Hall.

As the three were ushered into the great hall the stared in awe at all the great room. Both Scorpius and James had heard what the great hall looked like but nothing compared to seeing it. Since the war much had changed at Hogwarts. In order to strive for house unity the tables had been re-arranged So instead of 4 long tables one for each house there were 8 tables arranged horizontally. As the three walked further up the isle they noticed that the students at the table seemed to get younger. "They are ordered by year" whispered Mira.

That's when she looked up and couldn't help but gasp. She had read about the floating candles and the ceiling looking like the night sky, now what she say was nothing short of amazing. The candles floated in the air just high enough so that the students couldn't reach. Past the candles the ceiling was a dark churning mess of black, and purple clouds. Every now and then a broken tree branch could be seen blowing by. Mira's thoughts were interrupted.

"Excuse me, Attention students." Announced the witch in Red. "It appears we have two more first years yet to sort."

After she was sure she had gotten the attention of the other students the witch in red continued. "Jones, Mira" she announced loudly. Mira having missed the rest of the sorting was unsure of what to do, " well come on step forward dear, have a seat here and we will let the hat do the rest." continued the witch.

Mira stepped forward and sat on the worn out three legged stool, she found it oddly reminiscent of the time out stool at home. At the sorting hat was placed on her head she wondered if the hat could see all the things she had done to get herself sent to the dreaded time out stool. That's when she heard it an odd voice in her head.

"Hmm... How peculiar. Courageous certainly, but I see you have an eager, yet very cunning mind." Mira sat quiet as the hat seemed to read her every thought. "your intellect certainly is great perhaps Ravenclaw? Yet I sense some great desire for more in you. Gryffindor, I think not. Though rare for your blood status, best be ..." the last word the hat shouted out loud for all to hear. "Slytherin!"

Mira got up in shock and unsure if she should be happy or scared out of her mind. She walked slowly to the first table and sat down waiting to her the results of the others.

"Malfoy, Scorpius" announced and witch in Red.

Eagerly Scorpius raced forwards, there was not doubt in his mind what the hat would say once atop his head. He practically lunged at the stool, as the hat was lowered to his head it started to speak, " Cunning like your father, I know precicly what to do with you." And as the hat finally settled on his small blonde head the hat roared. "SLYTHERIN"

Scorpious proudly got up and joined Mira at the first table.

"Last but certinly not least, Potter, James" proclaimed the witch. James was certinaly not as sure as Scorpius, the thoughts becant to whirl through his brain what if wasn't in Gryffindor what would his parents say. Both of them had been in Gryffindor, would they expect the same from him what if he too was a Slytherin like his new friends? Slowly the hat was lowered onto his head.

"Hmm another Potter boy, Gryffindor is your family legacy. Merlin knows you would fit in well there." Said the tattered Sorting Hat. "But I sense something different about you boy." And this James froze was the hat seriously thinking of other houses. "Oh my young Mr. Potter not you father's personal study."

"Y-you c-can see all of that." James said to that hat.

"Oh my young boy yes, of chorus, because I am the Sorting Hat you see. I can see all your thoughts and previous actions. And best on what I have seen I thing you are better suited to a house of minds like your own." explained the hat, " The boy will be in Slytherin" it announced loudly.

***AUTHOR NOTES**

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