Sirius Black liked to think that if he wished hard enough he'd have a new home, with new parents, and new 'friends'. Eleven year old Sirius Black did not like being friends with cocky fourteen year old Lucius Malfoy, or the idiots who were surprisingly his age, Mulciber and Avery. He had a completely different opinion than the rest of his family on the world, and sometimes he made that subtly known. Though his parents were not out right cruel to him, he still got the feeling that he was not loved by them, and was sad to say he could not say the same about his feelings towards them. They were his parents after all. Maybe in years to come, his love would change, but as an eleven year old little boy with no real friends he loved his parents and wished they loved him. He wasn't stupid - he had never heard the words 'I love you' come out of their mouths, but rather, 'You'd better make me proud, get into Slytherin, and carry on the Black family name'. What was the importance of the bloody 'Black Family Name' anyways? It was just a name. They weren't royal.
These were the thoughts running through his head as he waited for the stupid old hat to make its decision. He didn't understand what was taking so long - he was a Slytherin, right? He was a Black, and all Blacks were always Slyhterins, so really, why didn't the damn hat just call the name out and get it over with? He remembered the train ride, where he met James Potter, a person of whom he'd liked very much. He made a comment about Slytherin and Sirius had automatically defended the house, saying his whole family was in it. It was only a habit that he'd defended it and in hopes of not losing the boy as a friend, for at least the rest of the train ride, he quickly said maybe he'd break the tradition.
Sirius knew that their friendship would end as soon as they were both sorted, because Potters were Gryffindors, and Blacks were Slytherins, and that was just the way it was. He wished it could be different, but this was the way it had been for centuries, he was destined for Slytherin, and it wasn't about to change anytime soon-
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Wait...what?
Sirius jaw dropped as he shakily stood up and walked to the Gryffindor table uncertainly. The students at the Gryffindor table were cheering their lungs out, while the rest of the hall sat in shocked silence. Sirius nervously glanced at the Slytherin table to see relatives and 'friends' astonished and seething. Sirius looked at James who was jumping up and down in utter ecstasy, smiling at him, and grinned.
Sirius found he did not care what anyone else thought. He found that he wished hard enough - He was sitting in a new home, surrounded by new family, and with his first real friend.
Sirius thinks, that maybe, his future wouldn't be so bad after all.