Chapter 3: The Sorting

As he stood in the Great Hall, James Potter shivered. Peeves had done what was to become a tradition of Hogwarts; he had thrown water balloons at them all. The Bloody-Barron had come out –too late- and the cold air that surrounded him had only made them all shiver and complain. James was nervous, after what had happened with Tom he wasn`t sure about his house choice, weither or not he would get in. He remembered Tom and the shiver that followed had absolutely nothing to do with the cold. The memory echoed in his head,"Your first born is mine! I need an heir so don`t go fooling around with some mudblood you hear!" James had stayed away from people since, the emotional and physical scars still remained, and the fear of more being common knowledge kept him at bay. He had overheard a conversation between is parents the night before. "Harold," said his mother, "I hope this school helps he`s been way to shy since the…. If this doesn't help, we`ll never get the real Jamie back." "Ay," said his father, "but the school will help. Schools are boarding schools for a reason; they help a child be who they are to be. To grow up. That's why magical folk mature faster, the schools." His mom broke down and James ran to his room, no longer concerned about the nightmere/memory he had just re-lived.

Tyler also sat in nervousness. She did not want to be in Slitherin, but it was inevitable. Her dad, her brother, all for the 'Dark Lord'. And her mom… The only good thing her dad had done was let her attend the school, even if it was just to get her away from 'mudbloods' as he called muggleborns. It was here or Drumstrang and she could not be the only 'she' there. She drifted off to her home life. She was then interrupted from her morbid thoughts when her name was called.

"Pettigrew, Tyler."

"Gryffindor."

The shock was immense, but not as much as the joy. She screamed and al but ran to the table. The next name was called.

"Potter, James. "

"Gryffindor"

"Willie, Peter"

"Hufflepuff"

"Snape, Severus."

"Slitherin"

"Malfoy , Draco "

"Allen, Jenifer"

"Ravenclaw"

"Lillian"

"Gryffindor "

"Curter , Alice"

"Gryffindor"

"Lumpin, Remus"

"Antony, Tiffany"

"Hufflepuff"

"Sun, Love"

"Gryffindor"

Albus Dumbledore stood up, getting ready for the start of term speech that had become the great schools tradition.

"Welcome, welcome I hope you are all settled. I would like to personally welcome all first years into our not-so-humble school. I would also looking to the 7th years to realize that they owe you as you complete the school, as I hope this will decrease underclassmen bullying. Now, I realize that this is a small school of only around two hundred fifty students, but this is an advantage as the first years will so find out. The price for such a hard school is that many will lose friends who 'drop-out' and go to their 'home-school', and while I hope this will not happen to any of you or your friends, I know it will. To explain some of the rules, Argurus Flitch would like me to state the following things. Number one, the forbidden forest is well, forbidden as the name suggest. Two, do not harm the grey tabby referred to as ." With that snickers ran through the crowd, and a few 'dangets'. "Well as sure as I am that you are all upset that the speech is over I would advise you to Tuck In."