James Sirius Potter wasn’t afraid of the sorting hat. Of course, he had his preferences but his father and mother had taught him very well that Gryffindor and Slytherin were both destiny of good, powerful wizards and witches.
James’s fears had nothing to do with Slytherin. He knew he wouldn’t disappoint their parents. When he put the hat, though, and it greeted another Potter and immediately decided to Gryffindor, his fear became obvious to the hat.
“What are you afraid of? The ones before you did great things in Gryffindor”, the hat whispered to his ears.
James swallowed hard and nodded his head. The next thing he knew was that he was a Gryffindor. He walked in to the Gryffindor’s table but, on his way, his eyes met him. The unmistakable blue hair.
He was smiling. James smiled back, his obvious relief coming out as an inaudible sigh. Teddy was smiling to him, and James’s doubts and fears vanished before that proud smile.
Oh, no. James never feared Slytherin, neither Gryffindor. In fact, he would rather disappoint his parents for not being sorted into Gryffindor, than disappoint his older brother for not being good enough for Hufflepuff.
But Teddy was proudly smiling to him in his Hufflepuff robes and his Head Boy badge and, James knew, all was well.