AN: So they've reached Hogwarts and are ready to be sorted. This chapter is James' POV. Thank you for reading and please leave a review!
Professor McGonagall lead them through two doors, entering a hall where the rest of the school had already assembled.
There were four long tables, one for each house. James looked ahead and saw the long staff table and at the centre sat Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster, his elbows resting on the table, the tips of his fingers together and his brilliant blue eyes sparkling beneath his half-moon spectacles.
The first years stood in a line in the centre of the hall. Professor McGonagall had gone to the front of the hall. She was standing next to a three-legged stool on top of which an old, battered hat sat and was holding a scroll in her hands.
"When I call out your name, please step forward," she addressed the first years. James suddenly felt nervous, something he wasn't used to.
"Abbot Johnathan," she called. A boy with sandy blonde hair walked up to the stool shakily. Professor McGonagall placed the worn out hat on his head.
"Hufflepuff!" tha hat shouted. James noticed the girl from the train gasp in surprise. The hall broke into applause, but the table to their left was the most enthusiastic, which was obviously the Hufflepuff table. After Johnathan, David Armstrong was sorted into Ravenclaw.
"Black Sirius," McGonagall called and suddenly the hall went silent. James looked over at the Slytherin table and most of them looked eager as if they were sure Sirius would join them. That's when James realised why Sirius' name was so familiar to him. He had heard his father talk about the Black family a few times. His father had said that they were a pureblooded family and were proud for being one. They were supporters of Dark Magic and hated muggles and muggleborns. But James would not judge him on the basis of his background. Sirius had been nice to him and didn't seem to be prejudice at all. In fact he had been telling James about muggle models and how much better they were then the ones in the wizarding world.
Sirius walked up confidently and just before he sat on the stool he winked at McGonagall. The hat took very long to make its final decision but in the end it yelled, "Gryffindor!"
Sirius hopped off the stool and strutted over to the Gryffindor table. He grinned at James and James felt a surge of joy for his friend but it suddenly died. James became even more anxious.
By the time James snapped out of his thoughts Dirk Crabbe had been sorted into Slytherin and Richard Davies had been sorted into Ravenclaw.
"Evans Lily," McGonagall called and the girl from the train stepped forward. James noticed she was breathing deeply, probably trying to calm herself down. Her red shoulder length hair was falling around her face almost covering it from view.
After a minute the hat shouted, "Gryffindor!" She smiled while returning the hat to McGonagall but it turned apologetic when she looked at the boy also from the train. The boys pale face had a sad expression on it as he watched Lily sit at the Gryffindor table.
Some of the others who were lucky enough to get sorted into Gryffindor were Alice Green, Frank Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Mary McDonald, Marlene McKinnon and Peter Pettigrew.
"Potter James," McGonagall called after what seemed like forever. James walked to the stool, dread taking over every part of his body. He saw Sirius give him a thumbs up from the Gryffindor table.
"Ah! A Potter! All of you seem the same I daresay," said a voice in Jamse' head. James knew it was the sorting hat. "You're intelligent, maybe more than you predecessors. Your loyalty can outshine that of a Hufflepuff... but I'm positive that the house for you is...
"GRYFFINDOR!" yelled the hat to the rest of the hall. The students clapped as James joined Sirius at the Gryffindor table. His father was going to be so proud.
AN: James and Sirius have been sorted! Now its Lily's turn.