Disclaimer: Shyah...do I look like JK Rowling to you? No, I do not. And if I do, then you are either on or need medication...
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Peter walked cautiously up to the three-legged stool with the tattered hat on it. He looked out at the house tables. They were all looking at him in a weird way. They hope I won't be in their house, he thought. Then, he looked to the boys he'd sat with on the train. They were smiling encouragingly at him. What great people they are...
"H-h-hello. I-I'm Peter, P-Peter Pettigrew. I-I'm kind of nervous to be here."
A tall, dark-haired boy gave him a lopsided grin and said, "Come on in Petey, we got lots of room." There were already three of them in the compartment. Another dark-haired one, who was not quite as tall, or as good-looking, was busy trying to stare past Peter at a small red-headed girl. And the last one had his head buried so deep within the pages of a book that it was difficult to make out the color of his hair. It was sand colored. Peter sat down.
"Remmy, is your head stuck there? We could help you pry it out, you know," said the one who'd invited Peter in. "Remmy" looked up at once and gave the boy an annoyed look. "If it bothers you that I like reading-"
"You actually like reading?! What the hell is wrong with you, Remmy?" This was said jokingly, of course.
"Well, why don't we refrain from insults for a second and actually tell Peter our names since he had the common courtesy to tell us his?"
"Oh! I forgot. Huh. How stupid of me."
"How stupid even for you."
"That's not what I meant!"
The boy who'd been staring at the red-head chuckled. "Hi, I'm James Potter. Those idiots that're bickering like an old married couple are my friends, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black."
"We don't act like an old married couple!" they both said simultaneously." James chuckled again and whispered into Peter's ear, "Yes they do." The rest of the train ride was filled with laughter and rude remarks.
Peter slowly lifted the hat with his shaking hands. It was a centimeter from his head. I won't bite, you know. Peter stiffened. The hat had said it. Put me on already. The shock of this next sentence caused Peter drop the hat straight onto his head. The hat was going through his personal thoughts. Well, that was embarrassing. Hmmm...it said. Definitely not Ravenclaw, no offense. Peter thought about it, and decided that he wasn't going to be offended by this comment and start an argument with a hat. None taken, he replied. Hufflepuff's out, I don't see much hardworking chracteristics in you, to be honest. He knew that already. So, it's between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Hard to say, actually. You've got characteristics of both. Both. Slytherin and Gryffindor in one person. Peter almost laughed out loud. He knew about the House rivalry. Why do people always do that? I really don't see the House rivalry thing. They're so alike. Um, could you just put me in a House already? thought Peter. No, I can't "just put you in a House" just like that. You're supposed to learn more about yourself when I choose the House. Therefore, I have to tell you why I made that choice. Mentally, Peter rolled his eyes. You certainly have a lot of cunning, but I believe you actually have potential in Gryffindor. You can be brave. You can. You just don't show it much. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted. Dazed, Peter gently stuck his fingers under the rim, pulled the hat off, and quietly placed it back onto the stool.
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A/N: Guess what...I like reviews...