Author's Note: Ok so this is a series I am starting about all of the new generation's sorting experience. I might do more of their schooling, maybe significant events, or maybe their last day, I don't know yet. I'm not continuing my old story cause now its not canon, so yeah, but I cant bear to delete it because of all my lovely reviews (feel free to do the same in this one). So yeah, its been a long time but I hope you like it, this first chapter is Teddy Lupin. Despite his brief mention in DH, don't you love him already? (Also, when he mentions his family, that includes his grandma along with the whole Potter/Weasley clan). Dont own anything! If I did, why would I be here?

Teddy Lupin didn't think he would be nervous or afraid of the sorting, but as he shuffled into the dazzling Great Hall, his perception changed a bit. He was overwhelmed trying to take it all in. The older students staring as they walked by, the impressive ceiling and floating candles, the wonder and excitement of it all consumed him. But as he skimmed the teacher's table and glanced around at the House colors and banners, anxiety began to creep up on him.

Some students go into their Sorting knowing exactly what House they'll be placed in, but Teddy had not the slightest idea. He had traits from each of the Houses, and while his family assured him it was good to be well-rounded and that it would help him get along better with students from other Houses, he couldn't help but wish for some certainty. He thought any house would be a good fit and suit him just fine (although he didn't particularly wish for Slytherin) and he knew wonderful people who had emerged from each of the Houses.

As the first years stopped in front of Professor Longbottom, who carried a stool and a old, tattered hat, every rational thought Teddy had prior to this moment was being twisted and warped. Every hopeful dream of his Hogwarts days had become some horrible situation with an awful outcome, resulting in embarrassment and banishment and shame.

Compose yourself, Teddy! Okay, it is unlikely that the Hat will eat my brains and set me aflame!

A terrible image of this possible turn of events filled Teddy's head. No, no, no it won't do that, there have been thousands of students who have passed through this and not once has anyone been rejected by the Hat, how could I be different?

True, he was a metamorphous, but so was his mother, and it seems she did all right. He realized that the stress and anticipation had begun to affect aforementioned morphing skills. He heard people whisper and saw them point and only wished he knew what atrocious hairstyles and frightening faces he was making, because he had no control over them in this state. He had vowed to restrain his morphing at least the first few days so as not to freak out his peers and leave him in friendless, lifeless, freakish despair, but it seems he had gotten a jump start before he was even admitted to a House. Maybe they'll create a whole new, special loner House for me and other weirdos or hazards...probably not, but not impossible. He had never seen his gift as a burden, it often made things fun, but he hadn't really exposed himself to people outside his loving family, so he didn't know what they'd make of it.

"Bloody hell, what in the world is going on with your head?" A short, blonde boy next to Teddy looked up at him.

"My head!" Teddy sadly realized his voice was sounding shamefully high-pitched, "I dunno-I-I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing," Teddy hoped the small boy wouldn't shout or cry out and draw more attention to them.

"Your hair is changing into different colors, that's what its doing!" Teddy actually thought he detected a hint of admiration in the boy's voice. "It's just about the wickedest thing I've ever seen!" Okay, definitely admiration. This is good! Hopefully others will react with the same enthusiasm.

"I'm Ronan!" The boy said, smiling rather vibrantly. But before Teddy could respond, the itty bitty part of his brain that was paying attention alerted him to the fact that Professor Longbottom had called out, "Lupin, Teddy".

All the relief of Ronan's reaction flushed right out of him and he was almost certain that the colors in his hair were flushing out too.

Excellent, I'm going to look like some sort of Merlin impersonator. White haired 11 year old oddball wasn't exactly what I was going for.

As he approached the stool, he tried to find a suitable balance between a slow steady walk that would assure no embarrassing falls and not boring the entire room with his turtle pace. Professor Longbottom smiled his friendly smile, projecting encouragement and support while Teddy carefully propped himself up on the stool. As he saw the terrifying Hat move closer to him every millisecond, he found himself realizing his grandmother would he appalled at his posture, and immediately straightened his spine. Then he realized that he was thinking about posture and Grandma in the most important moment of his young life and nearly smacked himself.

Before Teddy could regain composure, he heard a scratchy voice talking to him. "Hmmm, difficult. Yes, smart and reasonable, certainly...but a desire to prove oneself, a desire to show everyone you're different than they think, yes?"

Hmm, I suppose that's true, I never really thought about it.

"It's certainly there, but... Slytherin or Ravenclaw is not the right environment for you. Hufflepuff, would suit you...definitely...but, I think, you're nature and overall philosophy agree most with GRYFFINDOR!"

Teddy assumed he last word was spoken out loud because the Gryffindor side of the Hall erupted in a frenzy of cheers. He realized he was relieved.

Maybe I was hoping for one specific House.

As he walked away from the teachers table and towards the Gryffindors, he felt a sudden rush of joy and confidence, and knew his control was back. He switched his hair to a bright pattern of red and gold, which received even more applause.

As soon as he took a seat he was bombarded with questions and admirations from his surrounding classmates. He smiled and explained his ability to them and turned to watch the end of the sorting. Ronan (Wilkes, apparently) was sorted into Ravenclaw, and he waved at Teddy from their table. And as soon as Zerbokes, Tessa was sorted into Slytherin, Teddy found himself swooped up in the bustle of the crowd heading towards Gryffindor Tower, his future home.