The Sorting Ceremony
The Hogwarts Express arrived at Hogsmeade Station, and the first-year students were greeted by the familiar, towering figure of Hagrid. James felt a mixture of awe and nervousness as he followed the other students, crossing the lake in small boats that provided a breathtaking view of Hogwarts Castle.
Once inside the castle, the first-years were led into the Great Hall, where they stood in line, awaiting their turn to be sorted by the enchanted Sorting Hat. The hall was filled with the murmurs of older students, and the ceiling reflected the starry night sky outside.
James' heart pounded as he watched each student step forward, place the Sorting Hat on their head, and be sorted into one of the four houses. Finally, it was his turn. He walked up to the stool and sat down, feeling the weight of the hat as it was placed on his head.
"Hmm, another Potter," the Sorting Hat said, its voice echoing in James' mind. "But you're different, aren't you? Brave, yes, but also ambitious, cunning, and determined. I know just where to put you... SLYTHERIN!"
The hat's decision echoed through the Great Hall, and James felt his heart sink. He had hoped to be in Gryffindor, like his parents, and the thought of being in Slytherin filled him with dread. As the Slytherin table cheered, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Unable to hold them back, he jumped off the stool and ran out of the Great Hall, ignoring the confused looks from the students and teachers.