A/N: Sorry, got revision for exams and all that rubbish! Muggle School is boring! I've decided that I might as well do all the Next Generation. Thanks for the reviews and suggestions and thanks to everyone who's still reading!

James Sirius Potter

I smiled over at Teddy, my God-Brother. He smiled wildly back at me giving me a thumbs up, then turning back to his friends and laughing with them about one thing or another. He was a Hufflepuff. Then was Victoire sitting quietly on the Ravenclaw talking with all her friends. I didn't want to be in either of those houses though. I looked longingly over at the Gryffindor table. They were definitely the loudest! I knew I was going to be put into Gryffindor. Brave, courageous, funny, amazing in every way. Yep I knew I would be in Gryffindor. Like my mum and dad. And all my Aunts and Uncles (well except maybe Audrey and Fleur who hadn't attended Hogwarts).

I smiled over at my two cousins who were both in the same year as me, Molly and Domi. Molly was boring and sensible. Domi however, she was a laugh. We could always have a good time together. And Molly was too when she wanted to be. They were my best friends. Molly called us the three Musketeers, but Domi and I had no clue, they were from some muggle book or something and Domi knew because her mum, Aunt Audry was a muggle. My parents were both Wizards. Mum was a Weasley and dad was a Potter. There was something important about him, which I didn't know but I intended to find out. Everyone respected him and I knew he'd been a war hero but so had Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione but dad got the most attention.

My grandparents on my dad's side had died before I was born so I didn't know them but I had my Grandma and Granddad on mum's side. I was named after James Potter, my dad's father. Then my middle name was James Potter's best friend and dad's godfather who had passed away, Sirius Black. Dad said I was just like them, although I couldn't tell because I'd never meet them. Dad didn't know about his dad though because he'd died when dad was just a little boy. I think it upset him a bit. I loved my family. I had the best parents in the world them my two younger sibling, Albus and Lily. Al was pretty annoying but Lily was sweet.

"Potter, James." Called out Flitwick. Everyone started whispering to one another and pointing me, a great deal of excitement in the air. People were pointing me out. I didn't know why but I enjoyed the attention I was getting. I sat on the stool and Flitwick put the hat on my mess of jet black hair.

"A Potter, eh?" it said into my ear. "Well, you're very brave just like your parents and definitely have the Weasley gene in you."

"I know, kind and caring; clever and intuitive; brave and bold, I don't envy you on sorting me." I thought.

"You're very much like your grandfather." It said into my ear before proclaiming to the Great Hall, "GRYFFINDOR!"

I grinned as I went to sit down on the Gryffindor table, bowing at my adoring audience. I sat down next to a small first year who looked at me timidly. "Hi." I said to him.

"You're Harry Potter's son aren't you?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am." I said frowning, what was wrong with dad?

"You mean THE Harry Potter who defeated Voldemort?" he asked. Dad defeated Voldemort? This was news to me! Why hadn't he told me before? I knew he had played a big part, but defeating Voldemort?

"Yeah." I said proudly, deciding to just go along with it, "He did."