Chapter IV

"Potter, James."

James Potter strutted up to the Sorting Hat, his whole demeanor showed confidence. Sitting down on the stool, he gave a grin to Professor McGonagal as the Sorting Hat covered his vision.

"No mistaking where you belong. I assume that's what you want." The Hat said.

"Griffindor!" James responded ecstatically.

"Yes, your whole being screams Griffindor to anyone who pays the slightest attention."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not necessarily. If you surround yourself with the right people, you could make quite the name for yourself."

"Awesome! Can I go to the feast now? I'm really hungry, those chocolate frogs wore off."

"Yes, yes, go ahead. GRIFFINDOR!"

James leaped from the stool and threw his fist up into the air in celebration. Sauntering his way to his table, he saw the Black boy whom he had met on the train and smiled thinking that despite him being a Black, he had found a kindred spirit in Sirius. Peter, whom James knew from before Hogwarts, was sitting next to Sirius clapping excitedly for James. As if there was ever a doubt that he'd be in Griffindor. James Charlus Potter knew from the time he was seven that he was going to be in Griffindor house, just like his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, and-well the list went on. Plopping down next to Sirius and Peter, James saw the redhead, next to whom he had sat earlier on the train ride, talking to a pale boy to her left. He tried to remember her name. Rose? Lilac? Daffodil? Tulip? Lily? That was it, Lily!

"Lily, right?" He addressed, "Glad you made it to Griffindor rather than the snake pit." Lily ignored him completely so he decided to move on.

"You're a first year too, right?" he asked the boy next to Lily.

"Yes."

"You'll be in our dorm then." James responded gesturing to Sirius, Peter, and himself. "I'm James Potter, by the way."

"Remus Lupin."

"How many are left to sort? I'm starving."

"Me too." Piped Peter.

"Me three!" Said Sirius with a cheesy grin.

All of the boys laughed at Sirius' joke, whilst Lily rolled her eyes in annoyance; Sirius had been making puns all night, ever since Remus had mistaken his name for the adjective, and they had grown progressively worse since.

The sorting ended shortly there after, and Professor Dumbledor briefly addressed the student body convening the feast. The four boys tore into the food like pack of ravenous dogs. They laughed and joked all through the meal, often earning themselves looks from their housemates, students from other houses, and their professors.

Just before supper commenced Dumbledor leaned over to McGonagal and whispered,

"It appears as if you have your work cut out for you with those first years, my dear. At least your first year of teaching, and as Head of House will be eventful."

"Yes, and don't you think I won't be bringing those four marauders to you for discipline when they merit it, Albus."

Dumbledor laughed jollily, "I look forward to our meetings." With that he arose and proceeded to give his prepared speech, heavily emphasizing school rules while making eye contact with four young Griffindors.

Ye Ol' Authors note: Thank you for taking the time to read this. You probably noticed how little time James' sorting took. That is because I believe it mentions somewhere in the books about the Hat barely touching his head before declaring him a Griffindor. Hope you enjoyed this tale. Feel free to leave a review. Also check out my other works staring the Marauders.

-A.R. Templar