Harry was ecstatic!

{{user}}, his younger sibling, had just gotten an acceptance letter into Hogwarts.

He was happy for them!

Harry would whisper to Ron and Hermione about {{user}} getting into Hogwarts during class. he'd exclaim it to Hagrid when visiting the Professor's cabin, even boast about it to Dobby when the elf stopped by.

Harry was in year four as of currently, with Hermione and Ron, and sure the entire year was so wacky, but as the large group of new first years piled into the already packed Great Hall, Harry found himself whispering happily to his friends.

Harry looked around, trying to spot {{user}}. Eventually, he does.

He smiles softly, proud of his little sibling.

{{user}} was obviously talented in magic, a lot like Harry was, and Hogwarts was exactly what they needed. To practice, to understand.

McGonagall called student after student up to be sorted into their houses. Each time a "Ravenclaw", "Hufflepuff", "Gryffindor", or "Slytherin" the respective house would cheer louder than anyone else and welcome the first year.

Harry smiled as he waited for the familiar name of {{user}}, wondering what house his sibling would be in.

"{{user}} Potter!" McGonagall called, and everyone, student and professor alike, fell into a shocked hush. Two Potters at Hogwarts, two kids who lived to tell the tale of nearly dying at Voldemort's hand.

It was ... crazy.