Sirius Black at age eleven stood in a group of First Years waiting to be sorted. Without his eyes leaving the girl who was getting sorted, he checked out the hall. In front of him were the professors, he was able to point out Slughorn and Dumbledore due to stories from his older cousin Bellatrix, who has graduated a some three years ago.
He knew Slughorn was the Slytherin Head of House. He also knew that Professor Dumbledore was a Gryffindor back in his time.
His eyes glanced at the boy on his left, some Pureblood named James, he had messy black hair, and he wore glasses over his hazel eyes. James seemed like he would be a good friend, they both seemed to have a lot in common, and most likely would friends if they were happened to get placed in the same house. This most likely wouldn't happen, due to the fact that Sirius was pretty much doomed to be in Slytherin with the rest of his family.
The boy on his right was a little weirder; he was quieter and liked to read. His name was Remus; he had sandy blonde hair, and bronze eyes. He still seemed alright, but seemed to be hiding something; Sirius knew that if they were sorted in the same house, he would ask Remus what he was hiding.
Sirius' attention was brought back to the sorting as the hat finally decided what house she would be in and yelled "Hufflepuff".
He knew it was almost his turn, and he was nervous as heck. He didn't really want to be in Slytherin, but knew he would most likely end up there.
Sirius whole family tree all the way back the Founders' time was Slytherin, If their name was Black or even married a Black at some point they were Slytherin. Except for the occasional Black that married a muggle-born or muggle and were blasted of the family tree. Even his cousin Andy whom wasn't a believer in the 'Purebloods are better' crap was a Slytherin. But he knew this because Andy didn't have the courage of standing up to her family just yet. Even though she had told him, that she had started to date a muggle-born and really loved him.
The professor in front of him was smiling, something later he would find extremely rare, the professor had her black hair tied in a bun on her head, she was wearing green. Another thing he would eventually find to make fun of her for, the fact that she wore WAY too much green for being the Head of the Gryffindor House. In the years to come Sirius would find that McGonagall would not be only his favorite teacher, but the funniest to make fun of.
Sirius waited as Professor McGonagall consulted her scroll before she called out the next name.
"Black, Sirius."
The young Black gulped and slightly cursed as he stepped forward to sit on the stool. His silver eyes, swept the hall starting with the sea of gold and red, moving over to yellow and black, then to blue and bronze and finally finding his cousin smirking at him from the Slytherin Table.
"Ah, a Black by blood but not by heart. Intelligence; hidden but there, Loyalty till the end of your days. A thirst to prove yourself, but most importantly bravery, lots and lots of bravery. Your Black blood says Slytherin, but you don't want to go there do you?"
Sirius shook his head, as this was true. He hated his family and everything about them. Sirius rather be put in Hufflepuff than Slytherin. He still did not get why his parents were so adamant about the fact that they thought Purebloods were better. He didn't get that fact, nor did he really care, they practically beat the lies of Purebloods were better than Muggle borns.
"Alright then, I know just where to put you. Better be GRYFFINDOR!"
Sirius smiled, hoped off the stool, placed the hat on it, and went plopping himself at the Gryffindor table.
As McGonagall called the next student, Sirius looked towards the sea of green and silver. Finding the long blonde hair at the end where the sixth years were sitting. Narcissa was scowling at him; no doubt Sirius would be getting a howler in the next week. Inwardly Sirius was still smiling even though he knew he was going to get a howler because the fact that he was the first non-Slytherin in the Black family ever, and he really meant EVER.
The young Gryffindor sent a smile to Cissy, knowing the only reason she was mad was that he wasn't a Slytherin, but most importantly he was a Gryffindor.
His mind went back to the sorting as he heard the hat yelling "Gryffindor" to see a pretty red head sit across from him.