"So," James began, taking a bite out of his chocolate frog. "You never knew you were a wizard?"

Jude looked up from jelly beans he was inspecting; James had warned him to be careful around them because they were not as they seemed. He blinked before shaking his head, "No. I mean, there were always things that happened to me; like how I got these glasses." He pushed up said glasses that were falling down his nose.

James grinned widely, "You used accidental magic. My mum would say that I would use some too when I was born. My dad would use it as well before he found out he was a wizard."

"Really?" Jude asked intriguingly.

James was about to began the tale of how his father began his journey into the wizarding world when the train pulled to a stop. He grinned once more, "We're here."

Jude looked out the window eagerly before grabbing his stuff and following James out. Once he stepped off the train, he was bombarded by the other students getting off the train. He was only saved when James reached into the crowd and grabbed his arm.

"Thanks," Jude breathed shakily. He gripped the back of James' jacket to stay with him. He seemed to know what he was doing. He gulped in fear when he saw a giant man in front of him.

The giant man smiled, gesturing to the boats, "Firs' years ova here." He grinned at the boy in front of Jude. "'Ello, James. How's your father?"

"He's fine, Hagrid," James grinned back, helping Jude get on the boat.

Once the boat set off, Jude turned to the boy. "So, the boats are taking us to Hogwarts?"

James nodded, keeping his eyes forward, "Yeah. It shouldn't be too long till we get there. Just don't get too nervous."

Jude swallowed, glancing around. He cleared his throat shakily, "S-so, what place do you think you'll get into?"

James tilted his head confusedly, "Place?" He grinned when he realized what the boy was trying to say. "Oh, you mean house." He chuckled at Jude's embarrassed, blushing face. "I don't really care, but my number one hope is Gryffindor. Everyone in my family has been in Gryffindor. What about you?"

Jude fidgeted with his robe sleeves, "I-I don't know. I guess Gryffindor."

"I'd like to be in Gryffindor too," A new voice spoke, taking their attention. They turned to the girl sitting next to them on the boat. She smiled, lighting up her green eyes which were complemented by her bright red hair. "Gryffindor is for the brave and strong."

Jude gaped, "O-oh. That makes sense, I guess." He smiled at her, "Hi, I'm Jude."

"Emma," She replied, holding out her hand. The blue eyed boy shook it, keeping his smile on.

"You want to be in Gryffindor?" James questioned with a small smirk.

Emma shrugged, smiling at the boys, "Any house will be great for me, really. I like the thought of being brave and strong like Godric Gryffindor, or loyal and hard working like Helga Hufflepuff, or smart and witty like Rowena Ravenclaw."

"You left out cunning and ambitious like Salazar Slytherin," James stated, his smirk widening.

Emma cringed a bit, "I would like to think that, but I don't really like Slytherin."

"What's so bad about Slytherin?" Jude piped up, gazing at the two curiously.

James pursued his lips, "Nothing really. Some dark wizards were in Slytherin before they joined the Dark Lord. That's why that house has such a bad reputation."

"They're not like that now, are they?" Jude inquired.

James shook his head, "Not really. They've gotten better since the Second Wizarding War."

Emma nodded before glancing at James, "I didn't get your name, I'm sorry."

"I didn't give it," James replied before holding out his hand. "James Potter. Nice to meet you."

Emma gasped at the last name and her eyes lit up as she shook his hand, "Potter? So…you're the son of Harry Potter?"

James nodded, turning his gaze away from her, "That I am."

"Wow," Emma breathed in disbelief. "I'm sitting next to a celebrity's son. And your mother is a chaser for the Holy Head Harpies."

"What's that?" Jude questioned once again. He grimaced when he realized how ignorant he sounded.

Luckily, James only laughed it off, "It's a quidditch team and quidditch is the best sport ever. Chaser is one of the positions. My dad was a seeker in his school days." He glanced at the girl once more, "You sure know a lot about magic. Are you a Pure-blood?"

Emma blushed brightly, shaking her head, "No, I'm Muggle-Born."

Jude blinked before smiling, "Cool."

James nodded, "My godmother is a Muggle-Born too. My grandmother was one too. They're very smart."

"What are you?" Emma asked Jude who only shrugged in reply. "Your parents never told you?"

"No," Jude mumbled as the castle finally came into view. "They died when I was a baby. I don't know anything about them."

James was quick to change the subject and tugged the blue eyed boy off the boat, "Come on. We're here."

"Yeah, I know," Jude gaped in awe at the school as he let James tug him to the entrance.

They were soon inside and at the entrance hall. It was the biggest thing Jude had ever seen. A small man stood at the top, smiling down at them as his glasses gleamed. "Hello, children." He turned to Hagrid, "I'll take it from here."

Hagrid nodded promptly, "Alright-y, Professor Flitwick." He grinned at the first years before leaving.

Flitwick clapped his hands, "Hello, students and welcome to Hogwarts. The start of the term will begin shortly, but before you can start it, you must be sorted into a house. The Sorting ceremony is very important as it will determine where you will end up for the rest of the year. You will have classes with this house, sleep in the same dormitory, and spend your time in the house common room.

"The houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. All houses are known for its noble history and its witches and wizards who have come from them and shown greatness. You will either earn or lose house points depending on your behavior. At the end of the year, whichever house has the most points, they will win the house cup. Hopefully, you can credit to your house."

He smiled, "The Sorting Ceremony will begin shortly in front of the rest of the school. You can talk amongst yourselves as you wait. I shall return in a moment."

Jude released a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He fidgeted nervously, shoving his shaking hands into the pocket of his robes.

James chuckled, patting him on the back, "It's okay, Jude. No need to be so nervous. It's just the Sorting Ceremony."

"Ho-how do they do that?" Jude swallowed thickly.

"A sorting hat," Emma chimed in as she came up to them. "They place it on your head and it sorts you by your traits."

James grinned, "What she said. It's not that bad."

Jude nodded numbly, still feeling his chest tighten and his hands shake anxiously. Professor Flitwick had come back soon after that, "Alright kids, form a line and follow me."

Jude quickly got behind James and from the corner of his eye he could see Emma step behind him. He gaped in awe when they entered the Great Hall. Candles were flying and the ceiling was dark with stars above. He had never seen anything like that before.

He watched as Flitwick placed two stools in front of the first years. One stool had the sorting hat and the other the small man stood upon. Jude tilted his head curiously at the hat when he saw it shift before his eyes. The rip by the brim formed a mouth and began to sing. The blue eyed boy was in such a shock, he didn't remember any of the words. The blood pounding in his ears rendered him deaf.

He blinked, inhaling deeply when he could faintly hear everyone burst into applause. Flitwick brought out a long roll of parchment. He cleared his throat, "When I call your name, you will put the hat on and be sorted," He said. "Abernathy, Sarah."

Jude watched as a blonde girl walked up to the stool and sat on it slowly. Flitwick placed the hat on her head and moments later, it shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The Hufflepuff table cheered the loudest as the girl ran to them. "Adams, Leon."

A shaggy haired boy ran up there eagerly, grinning widely when the hat was placed on his head. "GRYFFINDOR!"

Jude noticed the old woman at the middle of the table smiled as she clapped as the Gryffindor table cheered uproariously. James was clapping his hands hard as well.

"Barrett, Salinger."

A brunet boy sat on the chair next. "SLYTHERIN!"

Almost everyone looked surprised but clapped anyways. "Bryant, Taylor."

"RAVENCLAW!" Jude noticed Flitwick smile in delight at that one.

"Clark, Jared."

An energetic dark haired boy ran up there and almost toppled the stool over. Right when the hat touched his head, it shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Curry, Carlos."

A tanned boy walked up there and sat on the stool. The hat was placed on his head and a beat later, it proclaimed, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Jude watched as more kids went up and got sorted. James was fidgeting anxiously while Emma was picking at her robes behind him. He breathed harshly, trying to slow his rapid heartbeat.

It seemed to control itself by stopping completely when he heard Flitwick say, "Porter, Jude."

He was pushed forward when James tapped his back. He walked with wobbly knees to stool and sat on it slowly. He felt the light pressure of the hat on his dark messy hair and tensed up. No need for that now, he heard a whisper.

"What?" He breathed in a whisper.

Hmm, the hat said. Let's see. Oh, very brave, very smart, very loyal indeed. What house should you be in?

"Gryffindor," Jude mumbled.

The hat suddenly gasped, what is this? I've seen something like this before. Yes, yes. You must be his son. His descendant.

Who's son? Who's descendant? Before Jude could even voice his thought, the hat yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The kids at the Gryffindor table cheered, as did James who was with the rest of the first years. Jude was ushered off the stool and the students at the Gryffindor table took him in. Once he was sat down, he turned his gaze back to the stool where James was being called, "Potter, James."

Some of the kids at the Gryffindor table cheered once more as everyone conversed with themselves as they watched the Potter boy sit on the stool. Once the hat was put onto his head, it shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Jude felt himself cheering when James came to sit next to him at the table. The brown eyed boy was sporting a large grin when he approached, "Thank Merlin. I was rooting for Gryffindor."

"I know," Jude grinned back. He was glad his one friend was in the same house as he was.

There were many others but the only one who took his attention was when Flitwick said, "Thorne, Emma."

The red headed girl seemed to be shaking immensely when she finally got onto the stool. The hat seemed to ponder when it was put on her head before shouting, "GRYFFINDOR!" He cheered with the Gryffindor table as the now beaming Emma went to them.

More people were placed in Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and Slytherin before Flitwick closed the parchment he held in his hands. A woman then stood up, "Students, welcome a new year at Hogwarts. I hope you all enjoy the banquet as we get ready to start onwards."

She sat back down as everybody clapped and cheered once more. Jude turned to James, "Who was that just now?"

James stacked a load of food on his plate, gesturing for Jude to do the same, "She's Headmaster McGonagall. She used to be a professor but she became headmaster after the war. Everyone in my family says she's great."

"That's nice," Jude nodded to himself as he packed food onto his place as well. It all looked delicious. With Piers, the best thing he had ever had was the man's leftovers from certain restaurants. Never had he had a feast like this. As he bit into the delicious potatoes, he realized how great this school was going to be.

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He followed James when they got on the startling rotating stairs. "Progenitors," An older boy in Gryffindor said to the portrait. The painting moved to the side, letting everyone one pass through.

"What was that?" Jude yawned widely.

James blinked, trying to keep his heavy eyes open, "A password. Every house has one for their common room. It doesn't change until next year. Though Ravenclaw has a riddle and it changes all the time."

"I see," Jude mumbled as he began to follow James once more.

James gestured to the stair case, "That's the boys' dormitory. Girls are allowed, but boys can't go into the girls' dormitory. Let's go then. Our stuff should already be up there. We can share a room."

"Cool," Jude replied, walking with the boy upstairs. When they got to their room, they found their beds; five four-posters hung up with velvet red curtains.

A few other boys came in. Jude remembered them from the sorting ceremony. The tanned boy grinned, "Heyo. I'm Carlos. You must be Jude Porter and James Potter."

The two dark haired boys nodded causing the other three boys to titter excitedly. "The son of Harry Potter?" Jared asked, jumping up and down.

Jude could see James discreetly roll his eyes before he nodded affirmatively, "Yep, that's me; son of Harry and Ginny Potter."

"That's wicked," Leon breathed in awe.

Jude got into his pajamas as the boys were talking excitedly. He now knew his friend didn't like all the attention he got. He didn't want to be known as Harry Potter's son. Though Jude knew that, he desperately wished he knew who he was the son of.