WARNING: This is Sirius/Remus and therefore slash! If you don't like, don't read, simple.

Sirius Black was feeling scared. It was his first day at Hogwarts and he was absolutely petrified. Of course, if you were to ask him he would tell you that he was fine. According to him, he was anything but scared. You see, Sirius was eleven, and eleven is an age were you feel that you're much more mature and 'cool' than anyone younger than you. Being your typical eleven year old, Sirius felt it 'uncool' to be scared. According to him, only babies got scared. That is why, although he most definitely was, Sirius was standing there telling himself (and everyone around him who would listen) that he was not scared.

Soon the sorting hat began to call out people's names. A lot of the other first years were staring at it, entranced. Sirius wasn't. Coming from a pure-blood family, he had been told all about what the sorting hat did in minute detail by the time he was six. He nudged the boy beside him and motioned towards them, rolling his eyes. The boy beside him, who was called James, smiled but didn't say anything, not wanting to be the first one to break the silence in the hall.

After a short time Professor McGonnagal called out his name and he went to sit on the stool to be sorted. To most of the students in the Great Hall, Sirius looked extremely confident. Once again, he wasn't. It wasn't that he didn't know what was going to happen, coming from the family he did, he had known for years already, it was that he was frightened of where the hat might put him. Yes, he now admitted it, he was frightened. He could think of no houses that he would like to be in. Of course, he had boasted to everyone he had met so far that he wanted to be in Griffindor. But the truth was, he wasn't sure. Although he had no intentions of getting in to a house his family would approve of, he was rather scared of what would happen to him if he didn't. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he was frightened of his family.

The hat slipped over his eyes and he could hear it talking to him. He didn't pay much attention to it. His father had always told him that, since it could read minds, there wasn't really much point in talking to it. It probably wouldn't change anything. Sirius silently cursed himself for thinking that. By thinking that he was agreeing with his father, something he had no intention of doing.

After a while of sitting there, the hat called out, "GRIFFINDOR!" and he went over to sit at the table. Most of the pupils were cheering although a few were muttering to their friends. A Black had never been put in Griffindore before.

It was a while before any more boys were sorted into Griffindor but when they did the names were all very close together. "Lupin, Remus,"
"Pettigrew, Peter," and finally
"Potter, James." were all going to be sharing a dorm with him. Peter and Remus both sat down at the other end of the table. Remus reading a book and Peter attempting to make conversation with him. Obviously this attempt was futile. James, on the other hand, came straight up to him, gave him a hi-five and sat down to discuss quidditch tactics.

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Remus was sitting on his bed reading 'Hogwarts, a history.' The curtains were pulled shut so that none of the other boys in his dorm would disturb him and a slightly crumpled piece of parchment lay on the pillow beside him. It was a letter to his mum and he meant to send it as soon as the other boys had gone to sleep. Unfortunately that didn't seem likely to be happening any time soon. He sighed and put the book down, still open so as to keep his place. He couldn't concentrate on it. Not with the noise the other boys were making. He wished he could join in but he knew that by doing so he was risking being discovered as a werewolf.

He hated being a werewolf. Most people, when they thought of how it would be if they were a werewolf, were mostly concerned about the pain of the transformations. Unfortunately, although that was an issue, there were things about it that he felt were much worse than that. The main one of these was how everyone else felt about you. No one liked werewolves. in fact, he was lucky to just get into a decent school. If it weren't for Dumbledore then- He was cut of from his thoughts by someone ripping open the curtains and sticking their head in.

"Hey, Remus! Come out of book-land and talk to us. You've been reading ever since you were sorted. We assure you we're much more interesting than-" he grabbed the book, "Hogwarts, a history." Remus turned to look at the boy, his sombre face a great contrast to the other boy's happy one, "I'm sorry, I just don't think I should..." the boy's smile flickered for a moment, but it was soon back.
"Come on, you're going to be stuck with us for the next seven years anyway. You might as well get to know us. Anyway, James and Peter are wondering what you look like. All they've seen of you is that book and they're starting to wonder if it's permanently attached." Remus couldn't help but smile at this. Something that probably wasn't a good idea since the other boy seemed to take it as meaning that he would talk to them and was sitting on the floor with his friends, looking expectantly at him. Remus sighed, something he got the feeling he'd be doing a lot of in the next few years, but went to sit with them anyway. He couldn't get out of it now and even if he could he felt that he might as well get to know the people he would be living with for the next seven years.

A/N:OK. I've got a few things to say so,
1. Not much RLSB there but there will be in future chapters, don't worry.
2. The chapters in this are going to be the short, spur of the moment, done in an hour kind, so don't expect much more than that. I'll probable update every one or two days.
3. In case you're wondering, the next chapter is called 'Second Year, Second Best'