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"Black, Sirius."
Sirius walked confidently up on the stage where the Head table and the Sorting Hat was. He sent the simple stool a quick gaze of disgust before taking place and McGonagall placed the Hat upon his head. He smirked when he looked out over the mass. The first years who looked so nervous, and the people around the House tables who's looked at him interested. But why wouldn't they? He was Sirius Black – the Heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.
Suddenly he heard a voice in his head, and he immediately realized it was the Hat.
My, my. Another Black. Well see on that. I guess you should be in Sly… no, wait.
Excusez-moi?
Yes. Very interesting. True, you are much like your family: proud, confident in your own worth, determined and intelligent. But you also has something else…
What are you talking about, Hat? Just Sort me and get over with it. Hopefully I won't have to sit beside Lucius.
Oh, I don't think you shall worry about that. But as you wish, I'll get you Sorted. I wonder what Minerva will say…
"GRYFFINDOR!"
For a second the Great Hall rang silent, but then a few, a very few (mostly Hufflepuffs), students began to clap hesitantly. But they stopped abruptly when Sirius flew on his feet and shouted angrily:
"WHAT?!" his voice echoed through the Great Hall. He turned around and stared at McGonagall who had taken of the Hat, and then at Dumbledore. "You can't be serious! I can't be a Gryffindor! I'm a Black! Je suis l'héritier de la Maison Noble plus Ancienne de Black!"
Without thinking of it he changed to French. He had been schooled in French since he was four and it came naturally to him. Dumbledore looked a bit amused, which made Sirius extremely angry. He wasn't going to be an object of humiliating.
"I'm afraid I can't do anything about it, Mr Black. The Sorting Hat has made its decision." The headmaster answered. McGonagall gave him a small sympathetic smile before shushing him off the scene down to the Gryffindor Table.
Sirius took place as long from the mudbloods, filthy halfbloods and bloodtraitors as possible and watched the Sorting with lack of interest. He was actually a bit afraid of how his parents would react on the news, and that was a part of why he set up such a show.
He saw some of his childhood "friends" being Sorted into Slytherin, not that he was sad over the loss of them. Most of them had been incredibly boring and/or just dumb, and mostly been with him because of his status and because their parents wanted them to.
He also saw which who was Sorted into Gryffindor:
A girl named Lily Evans – he had never heard the name before, so she was either a mudblood or from a unimportant halfblood-family, Sadie Kane – one of the twin children of a quite famous investigator who also happened to be a bloodtraitor - her brother was placed in Ravenclaw, Remus Lupin – the son of a man named Lyall who tried to get rid of werewolves for some years ago but then his family suddenly disappeared, Marlene McKinnon – a bloodtraitor, Rafael Nelson – another unknown name, Peter Pettigrew – an quite unknown bloodtraitor, James Potter – a very powerful family, the Potters, but some of the worst bloodtraitors in history, Emelie Sabatiér – finally a respectable pureblood!, and Luke Vincent – another unknown name, and a few other students. The Gryffindor 1st years was unusually few this year compared to the other Houses that got thirty-forty-fifty students each meanwhile Gryffindor had around twenty five.
They all took place around the table, trying to get away as long as possible from him. Even those who were supposedly mudbloods, since they had seen his acting after his own Sorting. But he ended up sitting close to Potter, Lupin and Pettigrew. Pettigrew looked positively afraid of him. He didn't care. Potter continued give him disgusted gazes and Lupin just looked overwhelmed, overjoyed, worried and like he was going to fall asleep anytime at the same time.
Dumbledore held his usual speech were he greeted them welcome, told them they were forbidden to go into the Forbidden Forest (Sirius couldn't help but say "Duh." And received some unwilling chuckles from his tablemates.) and that they had planted a Whomping Willow on the school grounds and they should keep away from it or else they risked to get killed. Lupin seemed to tense at this, but it was probably because of the risk of getting killed.
Then the food was served. First Sirius just sat there, staring, and waiting to being served food, but then he realized they were supposed to serve themselves. He frowned at this but sighed and did so.
"What is the face, Black?" Potter asked with equally curious and disapproving voice.
Sirius cast him a glance before taking a steak.
"That we're supposed to serve ourselves. My point is, Mother told me that Hogwarts have the grandest number of House elves here in Great Britain, so I do not grip why we should serve ourselves. I have never done that in my life."
Potter snorted at Sirius' posh accent and way to talk – not that Sirius had any choice. He had been drilled how to talk since day 1, before rolling his eyes.
"I'm sure the elves has better things to do than serving spoiled children. Get yourself together, Black."
Sirius gave him an angry gaze, but decided it was against his pride to talk to a bloodtraitor like Potter. But he guessed he would have to in the end. Unluckily it seemed like they would have to share House, maybe even dormitory, the next seven years and it would be rather unpleasant to ignore each other all that time.
Up in the dorm - Sirius found that yes, he would have to share a dormitory with all the other boys who had been sitting around him during supper - he ignored everyone, especially Luke after learning he was a mudblood, and succeeded to make Potter dislike him even more. He just made himself ready for bed, sent letters to his parents and his brother and got to sleep.
Next morning he dreaded what would come. He took as long time as possible to make himself ready for breakfast, and when he was finished with his hair – which took at least an hour every day – everyone else already had gone off to the Great Hall. Suited him well.
When he came down he sat down on the same spot as yesterday as it was the only free place and was again together with Potter, Lupin and Pettigrew. They ignored him, and he ignored them. Potter tried to strike up a conversation with Lupin and Pettigrew, but Lupin just nodded, shook his head and seemed to avoid eye contact, and Pettigrew was way too eager, so Potter seemed to give up and turned to some students on his other side instead. Sirius succeeded to eat a sandwich and drink a little tea before the post arrived. When his family owl delivered a red envelope he swallowed and opened it before continuing eating meanwhile the Howler screamed at him with his Mother's voice.
"SIRIUS ORION BLACK! HOW DARE YOU BE SORTED INTO THAT HOUSE OF MUDBLOODS AND BLOODTRAITORS? YOU'RE NO SON OF MINE! WAIT UNTIL I TELL YOUR FATHER ABOUT THIS! AND REGULUS IS SO UPSET! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS AGAINST YOUR OWN FAMILY?! NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN BLOOD, YOUR DISGRACE! DID YOU HEAR THAT? YOU'RE A DISGRACE OF THE NOBLE AND MOST ANCIENT HOUSE OF BLACK! AND TO THINK OF THAT YOU'RE THE HEIR! FOR CENTURIES, EVER SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THAT SCHOOL, WE'VE BEEN SLYTHERINS! NOT ONE SINGLE BLACK HAVE NOT! AND NOW YOU DARED TO BECOME A GRYFFINDOR! YOU'RE HAPPY WE DIDN'T DISOWN YOU ON THE SPOT! I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND THAT! IF WE DON'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT THIS SOON YOU'LL BECOME A BLOODTRAITOR AS WELL! I JUST HOPES YOU DON'T SHARE DORM WITH ANY MUDBLOODS, BECAUSE BLOODTRAITORS IS IMPOSSIBLE TO AVOID IN THAT FILTHY HOUSE OF YOURS, I SUPPOSE. AND DIGUSTING HALFBLOODS! GRYFFINDOR IS FILLED WITH THEM! YOU WORTHLESS DISGRACE! HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR, SIRIUS?
"Yes Mother." He answered calmly when the letter began to rip itself into shreds, more out of habit than anything else. He knew very well that the envelope didn't receive the answer, neither did Walburga Black. He put another bit of bacon into his mouth.
Everyone stared at him. Even Potter had something empathic in his eyes. He shrugged it off. It wasn't anything unusual with his parents screaming at him. Whenever he did something "unworthy of a Black" he got yelled at, and/or punished. He was just grateful his Mother couldn't punish him here.
When he had finished breakfast he stood up and began to find his way to his first lesson after they had gotten their schemes by Professor McGonagall. When he had walked out from the Great Hall he heard running behind him and Potter appeared. Sirius gave him an empty gaze.
"What do you want, Potter?" he asked with smooth voice. It wasn't for him to show any weak emotions. Potter looked loss of word for a moment, but just when Sirius should begin to ignore him he got his answer.
"Was that your mum, Black?" his soft voice asked. Sirius shrugged and nodded, wondering why Potter cared.
"Yes, that was my Mother. How's so?"
"Does she always be like that?"
Sirius shrugged again and dragged his fingers through his hair meanwhile they walked towards their first lesson.
"When I've done anything wrong, anything unworthy of a Black or even more the Heir of the family name, yes. Or when I've forgot to do my homework in language, or when I learned to dance waltz and tripped my instructor, yes. If I've done something good on the other hand, I maybe gets praise, or some gold. She never screams at me more than when – except when I don't get Sorted into Slytherin – I have pranked someone important, or anyone but the House elves."
Sirius had no idea why he told Potter this. It just floated out. It was strange, he had never opened himself for anyone but Reggie before. Potter just listened and didn't say anything. He thought he could see sympathy in his eyes even if he didn't understand why. Why should he be pitied? He was soon-to-be one of the most powerful men in Britain, and wasn't all parents like that? All parents he had met was at least.
When he said pranked Potter's face lightened up visibly.
"Pranking? You do pranks?" he asked eagerly. Sirius nodded.
"Yes. Mother and Father hates them, but that's one of the few things I won't stop when they want. And Reggie loves them, at least as long I don't hurt the elves."
Potter seemed a little uneasy at that, but soon a smile adored his face and he got something mischievous in his gaze.
"I know our families doesn't like each other, but do you want to be friends? I could use a partner in crime."
Sirius thought about it. He had never had a real friend except Reggie before, so it would be fun. And he didn't have to tell his parents, right? He was allowed to keep secrets. That was what Blacks did.
And it would be fun to have someone to do pranks with, more than just have someone to order what they should do, like with Regulus. Reggie helped him without a doubt, but he didn't take any initiatives by himself. He nodded.
"Sure, Potter. Sounds great."
Potter smiled.
"James. My name is James."
Sirius nodded and smiled. That was something new. All his old 'friends' had called him by surname, and vice versa. It had been a way to show that he was in charge. But he didn't feel the need for that.
"A pleasure to meet you, James. I'm Sirius."
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