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TEDDY

"LUPIN, Teddy!"

An eleven year old boy stumbled forward, almost tripping over nothing. He had a pale, heart-shaped face with golden-brown eyes and bright blue hair that grabbed everyone's attention.

Professor Minerva McGonagall was standing beside the three-legged stool, onto which he sat and she placed the dirty, patched hat on his head. It slipped over Teddy's eyes and he waited for it to speak to him.

"Well now," said a voice in his ear. "I haven't ever sorted someone like you before. Closest I've ever sorted would have to be –"

My father, I know, Teddy thought.

"Yes, now where do you belong? You're quite smart … loyal and fair, as far as I can see and bravery – yes, lots of it. I think this is quite straightforward, yes – you definitely belong in GRYFFINDOR!"

Teddy heard him yell the last word for the rest of the hall to hear. The table on the far right started cheering as Minerva took the old hat off and Teddy walked over to Gryffindor table. Well, he walked as well as someone who is dead clumsy can.

Teddy grinned at Alan Ingleside, the boy he'd met on the train as he sat down next to him.

He could now see the High Table and he recognised a lot of people. His honorary aunt Minerva was still sorting the remaining students. Sitting at the table he saw Hagrid, a family friend; Horace Slughorn, who he had met twice before; Filius Flitwick, he'd seen him once or twice as well; and of course his honorary uncle Neville. Neville and Hagrid both smiled at him. He noticed Neville looked a little nervous. Which was understandable as this was his first year of teaching Herbology at his old school.

Teddy grinned as the feast began and he settled down and began to eat with the rest of Gryffindor house.