The Noble Name Of Black
September first: the joyous day when the students returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Most students were happily entering the hall, so pleased to be back within the magical castle, and normally, he would be too… if he hadn't seen that I know something you don't know she had on her face as he left.
Still, it was good to be back. The year provided so many opportunities for mischief. Seeing as the school could teach him very little more, it provided suitable time for conjuring plans. There was also the fact that he and his friends could be together for one last year.
The Marauders. They would go out with a boom.
Sirius smiled at the thought and looked to his side where his best friend - James Potter - was sharing the same look of concealed glee. Both shared a secret smirk and headed to where the third and fourth members of their party were already seated. They had gotten separated in the rush to the carriages.
They all greeted each other as Professor McGonnagal entered with the cold, shivering first years. Gazing up in wonderment at the enchanted ceiling, they followed the Deputy headmistress to the front. The Sorting Hat on the stool opened its "mouth" and began to sing the same thing it sang every year, but with new tunes and lyrics.
It soon came to an end and applause filled the room. Raising a hand to silence his school, Professor Dumbledore began is annual start-of-the-term speech. "Welcome, welcome to another year at Hogwarts. A few start of term notices: the Forbidden Forest is just that. Hogsmeade is off limits to all below the third year, and is only to be visited on the selected weekends.
"I am also please to announce that we are going to have a very special student joining our seventh years."
Dread coursed through Sirius' veins. No. It couldn't be. That was the one thing that could ruin this seemingly perfect year.
Dumbledore continued, "That is to say - a wand less witch." Excited whispers filled the room.
"A wand less witch," muttered Remus - the third member of the Marauders - under his breath. "I heard they're really powerful, powerful enough to cure lycanthrope!"
"We'll just have to ask her then, eh Padfoot?" James said, turning to his friend. "Sirius?" he added worriedly, seeing his friend's pale face and wide eyes.
But Sirius wasn't listening. Mutely, he stood up and walked down the aisle, stopping a few feet in front of the head table. "You don't mean - you can't mean - it's not her, is it?" That was the last thing he needed on this, his final year at Hogwarts.
Eyes twinkling, Dumbledore replied cheerfully, "If you and I are thinking of the same young woman - and I daresay we are - then yes Mister Black, it is her." The Headmaster chuckled. "She was quite pleased about being in your year."
"Bloody Hell," was all Sirius could manage before the doors swung open.
"Sorry I'm late," said a sweet - clearly feminine- voice. "Have I missed the Sorting?"
"Only just," smiled Dumbledore.
"Oh poop, and I was so ~" The figure paused. "Sirius? Is that you? Why are you standing in the aisle? And why are you shaking like that?"
Sirius' dread turned to pure rage. It seemed to consume his every thought. "You!" he snarled, pointing at her.
"Moi?" asked the figure, raising a dainty hand and placing it on her chest. "Why Sirius dear, whatever do you mean?"
"You," he repeated, seemingly oblivious to her last comment, "are so going to get it!" Getting out his wand, he started at her. The figure raised her hands up with the palms forward. Sirius' shoes immediately began to glow. Stopping, he gingerly placed one foot down, prepared for whatever horrors might come. The second his shoe was on the ground, the rim opened and let out a loud chorus of "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt…" The hall burst into laughter.
"Turn it off!" he roared, feeling the redness in his cheeks.
"Fine," the figure said and the singing stopped. Pulling down the hood that was up, the female that was previously hidden beneath it initiated a large pout. Long silver hair flowed down her sides and blue eyes - very similar blue eyes - twinkled mischievously at Sirius. Seeing his glare, she added, "It wasn't that bad! Besides, it was payback for the lack of letters!"
From his seat at the Gryffindor table, James let out a low whistle and looked between his best friend and the girl. "Padfoot! You've been holding back on us! All this time, you've had a girl to snog and you didn't even say anything!"
"Good Lord!" exclaimed Sirius.
"Oh - My - God!" shrieked the girl, looking as though she might start hyperventilating. "You," She pointed at James, "have just corrupted my innocent mind. Me? Snogging Sirius? Do you have any idea how many things are just wrong with that picture?"
"Has your mind ever actually been innocent?" asked yet another voice from behind the girl. This time it was a woman with long black hair (that seemed to shimmer emerald green) and garnet eyes.
"Setsuna!" the girl whined. "You're supposed to be on my side!"
"My apologies," said Setsuna with a hint of a smile. Walking past the girl , she made her way up to the head table where she sat next to Professor McGonnagal. "You may continue professor," she said to Dumbledore. "I am sure they are quite done."
"Of course," said Dumbledore graciously. "Please try it on." He gestured from the girl to the hat.
Shrugging, the girl walked up - sticking out her tongue at Sirius as she passed - and put on the hat. Sirius stayed where he was and prayed to God that luck would be on his side. The hat was silent for a few moments before yelling out it's decision.
"Gryffindor!"
Said house gave a very loud cheer. Sirius, on the other hand, groaned and hid his face in his hands.
Dumbledore beamed. "Now that the sorting is officially over, I would like to introduce this gifted young lady." He motioned to the girl who gave a little wave, a blush staining her cheeks. "Please welcome Miss Serenity Black!"
There was a deafening silence in the hall before three voices at the Gryffindor table called out the same thing.
"Serenity Black?!"
A/N: Kinda cheesy, yes I know. Like I said, this is a one shot fic --- I think. Depends. So, if you really want more (and it has to be a I-can't-live-without-knowing-what-happens want) then hit that review button!