They arrived at platform 9 and 3/4, the next morning. Lilly was whining, James was reading, and Albus, well Albus was quiet, he stared out the window, small raindrops trickling down it slowly.

He stared blankly, thinking, last year nothing extravagant happened, he never had a chance to save the day, or show his heroism. He was just a normal boy, he was not anything spectacular, he was just a boy, why did everyone have to look at him as some sort of hero, some sort of knight in shining armor, of course, it didn't hurt with the ladies, but the teachers gave him an awfully hard time.

The boarded the train and sat together quietly, this was Lilly's first year, she had to be sorted.

"Albus?" She peeped.

"What Lilly?" He said.

"I'm…"

"Scared?"

"Not exactly…. More… nervous."

He stood up and sat next to her, he put his arm around her, and pulled her in close.

"Listen, it doesn't matter what house you get sorted into."

"But what if-"

"No, Lilly, it doesn't matter in the least." He smiled.

"Yea but-"

"Lilly why do you want to go to Hogwarts?" he asked.

"Well, to- to learn I guess." She smiled. Of course her reason was to learn, she had always loved books and knowledge and learning.

"Then it doesn't matter at all what house you get sorted into, you'll still get the same education." He smiled.

The arrived at Hogwarts late that evening, everyone gathered aroung the tables and first years walked up to the stool in the middle of the room. Finally it was Lilly's turn. She walked up cautiously. She had to stand on her tip toes to sit on it. She was quite short for her age. The sorting hat fell down onto her head and over her face, a trait they all received from their father.

(Lilly's POV.)

The hat smelled quite funny, damp, and like mildew. She didn't know what was going to happen, she only knew that this would determine what house she would be sorted into, which would also determine a part of her personality, not publicly, but to herself, and she was afraid of that.

"Why so scared."

She jumped.

"I don't bite… most of the time." The cackleish voice said.

"Who are you?" She heard herself say but didn't feel her lips move.

"Oh, Lilly, I'm so old, so very old, why do they make me do this every year. Why cant they just let me slowly slip into madness? Its going to happen eventually anyway?"

"Well I suppose its because they need you." She said speechlessly.

"NEED ME?" He said.

"Yes, I suppose so, they couldn't do this without you." She said.

"Quite right Lilly Potter." He replied. "You are smart, you'll give the granger girl a run for her money." He said slyly.

Then she heard a loud voice yell, "Ravenclaw!" and it was all over. She was now a new Ravenclaw.