"Lupin, Remus." The tall professor's voice rang out across the hall calling his name. His name for his sorting at his school, all of this stuff shouldn't be his though. He didn't belong here. He didn't move towards the stool like all the others had. He stood completely still his knees shaking unable to walk forwards. "Lupin, Remus?" The professor called out again her tone harsher than it was before. He tried to take a step forward he really did but his legs wouldn't co-operate. His palms were sweaty and bunched his robes tightly in his hands attempting to dry them. "Remus Lupin where are you?" The professor peered through the sea of first years attempting to recognise him through some small miracle. He didn't belong here he was a monster people would never accept him, he shouldn't have come. He looked up at Dumbledore, the kind man who had brought him to this school; Dumbledore looked on with a vague sense of amusement. He was smiling softly and his eyes were pensive. It was Dumbledore's eyes that gave him the strength to walk forwards towards the stern professor.
"S-sorry ma'am I-" He muttered when he drew near. The whole school was staring at him as he looked down abashed at his scuffed brown shoes.
"It's okay just sit down." He did so quickly pulling the hat swiftly over his face to hide his burning cheeks. He was startled by the sudden voice in his head.
"Hmmm a werewolf, at Hogwarts? How very unexpected, of course one learns to accept the unexpected after the first hundred years." 'I thought it was expect the unexpected.' Remus thought to himself puzzled. "Oh no accept it not expect it. It wouldn't be unexpected if it was expected would it? No, no, no but where to place you. I see you are rather smart and quiet Ravenclaw would suit you well, your loyal and so Hufflepuff would be could be acceptable. But I fear those houses don't quite suit. There's always Slytherin you are a werewolf but not a bad one I see, not cruel or cunning or even sneaky though you'll need to be sneaky to hide your gift. You are obviously not outwardly very courageous your bravery is all used up living through that monthly ordeal of yours. But not many at this school would be brave enough to get through that once let alone once a month and that is why you will be in GRYFFINDOR." He stumbled off the stool and hurried quickly to his table. As he walked past the Slytherin table he heard someone mutter.
"How can he be in Gryffindor he was barely brave enough to put a hat on his head?" His cheeks crimsoned and he walked even faster before plonking down into a seat between a red headed first year and a black haired sixth year. He managed to phase out the rest of the sorting his mind simply going over the fact he was really here until a loud screechy voice interrupted his musings.
"What do you know anyway? You're just a STUPID HAT!" The girl screeched loudly chucking the hat off her head and storming out the hall into the entrance. He looked up puzzled as the girl next to him nudged him and whispered.
"What do you reckon the hat said to her then?" Mutterings like this broke out all around the hall but were silenced by the hat shouting a single word. "Gryffindor." The sorting continued as normal and he managed to sink back into the shadows not talking to anyone all through dinner. As he lay in bed that night he pondered over the day's events and thought. 'At least it was exciting.'