A/N: So here's James Potter the first for GryffindorGal87. Thanks a million to everyone who has reviewed, it makes me feel so loved! I've started Oliver Wood so he should be up in a day or two. Until then...


James Potter 1

1st September 1971

"Potter, James!"

The eleven year old swaggered up to the stool and put the Hat on his head. To be honest he didn't know why he was going through this rigmarole of being sorted. It was obvious where he was going to be put. He was a Potter. All Potters are Gryffindors. Ergo he was going to be put in Gryffindor. Honestly, did everything have to be so formal?

"Well, Mr. Potter, so you think you are going to be just put into Gryffindor just like that?", asked the Hat.

"Well, yes," stated James.

"And so what would happen if say, I don't know, I decided that you weren't Gryffindor material. What if I decided you were, let's say, Slytherin material. Of course this is hypothetical," said the Hat in a seemingly innocent tone.

"Ok, then, hypothetically I'll owl my parents so they can complain to Dumbledore," replied James.

"Well you are a spoiled little brat aren't you?," commented the Hat.

"Wh-what?!", no one had ever talked back to James before..

"Yes, a pureblood spoiled brat. And I know exactly where to put you my friend, where all pureblood spoiled brats go, SLYT…", the Hat was well into the word when James interrupted.

"Just a minute there! I'm not a pureblood spoiled brat. Well ok I am a pureblood," admitted James.

"And maybe a teensy weensy bit spoiled at times?", the Hat prompted.

"Well it comes with the territory of being a only child," James pointed out, "But I'm not a brat. Anyway I display all the traits of a Gryffindor. I'm brave!"

"Oh, yes?", asked the Hat in a amused tone, "and in what way are you, Mr. Potter, brave?"

"Well… I… Last summer I flew on my broom over the nearest muggle village, without an invisibility cloak!" James boasted.

"So, your reckless", said the Hat.

"Well, I'm chivalrous!," James attempted, "I was really nice and gentlemanly to that Lily girl on the train."

"Ah, yes Ms. Evans. Yes, she did mention you", said the Hat.

"Really?", said James hopefully.

"Oh yes! She said you were an arrogant little toe rag, and she was dreading spending the next seven years of her life in such close proximity to you," said the Hat cheerfully.

"Oh." Came James' quiet voice.

"Yes, you made quite an impression on young Ms. Evans. Now where were we? Oh yes I was just about to sort you into Slytherin, as we have established that not only are you a pureblood spoiled brat, but you are also reckless and quite, to put it in Ms. Evans' words, "arrogant"," said the Hat.

"Hold your centaurs! My parents will kill me if I end up in Slytherin, I don't know if I can handle that kind of shame and disappointment. But then", James sighed, "If you think that's where I'm meant to be then shout it out. Shout Slytherin for all the hall to hear so my public and private shame may start."

"Humph. That's just thrown everything out of whack hasn't it?," the Hat complained.

"What do you mean," asked James, who really just wanted to get this over and done with so his shame could end quicker.

"Well, you my dear Mr. Potter, have just demonstrated bravery in being able to accept a place in Gryffindor," said the Hat.

"I did? I mean, of course I did, I mean I am James Potter after all," James boasted,

"Right. Ms. Evans really was right about you. And so only one place to put someone of your", the Hat coughed, "bravery and charm, GRYFFINDOR!"

James was about to jump off the stool in relief but before he could take the Hat off his head it said one last thing to him.

"By the way, I wouldn't give up on Ms. Evans. She really does like you even if she won't show it. At all ", whispered the Hat.

James jumped off with a huge grin plastered on his face.

Yes, the Hat would have fun watching Mr. Potter chase Ms. Evans for the next seven years. And who knows she might even return the sentiments one day. Pssh, yeah right who was it kidding?