Sirius was as excited as any young wizard can be. Here he was on platform 9 and 3/4 about to embark on the most exciting adventure of his life. He couldn't help Bouncing up and down as he stared at the magnificent steam engine that was The Hogwarts Express.

"Sirius," his mother scolded, "You're showing far too much emotion and it's not proper."

Walburga Black was an impatient and strict woman. She might have been considered pretty, sharing her son's thick black hair and gray eyes, but the usual grimace on her face and the look as if she both smelt something bad and had a stick up her ass demolished this.

Regulus, Sirius's younger brother, gave Sirius a smirk as he stood straight and proper, looking down in disgust, as his mother did, at the many children dressed in muggle clothing.

"Yes, Mam." Sirius said dejectedly, as he tried to mimic the rest of his family's, minus his father's, stance.

Orion Black worked for the ministry and had far more important things to do than see his first born son off to his first year of boarding school.

The train's horn began to blow and many young wizards and witches hugged their families tearfully and boarded the train. Sirius's departure was not the same.

"Well Goodbye," Walburga said stiffly, without even so much as putting her hand on the young lads shoulder.

"Bye, "Sirius muttered.

Regulus looked torn as his mother turned to leave wanting something before his brother left for a year.

"Regulus," Walburga called sternly, expecting him to follow.

Regulus gave one last look to Sirius, then followed his mother.

Sirius sighed and made his way on to the train. He discovered most of the compartments were already full and stopped toward the end where a boy with jet black hair and glasses sat alone.

"May I sit here?" Sirius asked.

The boy looked up he had been staring out the window and waving to his family.

"Sure," he grinned, "I'm James, James Potter."

Sirius sat down and grinned back.

"Sirius, Sirius Black."

"So," James said lightly, "What house are you hoping for?"

"Oh, Sltheryn, my parents would kill me if I got anything else." Sirius imagined his mother disowning him, like she had already done to other family members she disapproved of.

"Sltheryn," James wrinkled his nose, in what Sirius thought a perfect impression of his mother, "That snooty lot? I'm hoping for Gryffindor the home of the Brave."

Just then the compartment door swung open revealing a young boy with dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a slight scar on his left cheek.

"May I sit here?" The boys voice was quite and somewhat shy.

"Of course," both Sirius and James replied in unison.

"Thanks," the boy said taking a seat next to Sirius, "I'm Remus Lupin."

*

On the other side of the train in another compartment sat a little red haired girl, her nose in a book. The Compartment door swung open and the girl looked up from her book, curiously. Inside stepped another girl, her hair strawberry blonde, and her eyes a deep brown. The second girl grinned, her thin lips revealing straight white teeth.

"Hi," she said," I'm Katie, mind if I sit here, every where else is full."

"Not at all I'm Lily," said the red haired girl, as she folded the page of her book and put it away.

*
Sirius stood in the great hall in between James and Remus. He tried to hide his trembling as the sorting list got closer to B. What if, for some odd reason, he didn't get Sltheryn? He tried to remain confident, everyone in his family had been placed there, the odds of him being the only one not to be was one in a hundred, or some great math percentage. He stared at the two boys he had befriended on the train and saw, oddly enough; they seemed just as frightened as him.

He hoped, despite James's apparent dislike for it, that both him and Remus were placed in Sltheryn as well.

Black, Sirius

Sirius almost jumped in surprise as his name was called. Nervously he forced his feet to walk up to the sorting hat. He sat down and the sorting hat was placed on his head and slipped immediately past his eyes.

Hmm, a Black I see. But what is this? You're much different from the rest of your family
aren't you?
Uh oh. That wasn't what the hat was supposed to be saying. The hat should have already placed him in Sltheryn.

Sltheryn, you say? But that's not what you really want is it? You're longing to rebel from you're family's pure blood ways, because you know you don't belong there.
'Shut up stupid hat,' Sirius thought desperately not liking where this was going, 'You don't know what I want!' But it was too late because just then the hat had made it's decision.

Gryffindor!

The great hall was silent. The Blacks were a well known Wizarding family and no one knew what to make of young Sirius Black who was the only Black ever to have been sorted in to a house other than Sltheryn. Dumbledore was the first to recover and he applauded slowly, leading the rest of the great hall in to soft uncertain applauding.

Sirius was dazed as he went off to his table, not the Sltheryn table, but the Gryffindor. Suddenly he filled with a fiery rage. How could that stupid hat really know where he belonged? That rage only subsided a little when both Remus and James went to greet him at the Gryffindor table.

It wasn't till Professor McGonagall called the name "Robins, Katie." That Sirius bothered to look up and suddenly all his anger was forgotten.

*
Who was that angel walking towards the hat? Or maybe angel wasn't the right word for her. He could see the mischievous glint in her eyes all the way from his new table. No, she was no angel, despite her innocent and beautiful looks. He watched her long strawberry blond hair flow out behind her as she briskly made her way to the stool, a slight bounce in her step. She sat down eagerly, everything about her was animated. Sirius watched in horror as the hat was placed on her head and quickly covered her beautiful eyes. He tried not to panic and instead stared at her confident and equally mischievous grin. She was not nervous as he had been or the majority, or the first years for that matter. No, she seemed perfectly at ease. He was startled when the sorting hat called out Gryffindor and he realized that was his house! His previous disappointment vanished in to thin air, for any house she was in was sure to be a great one.

Edited by the fabulous Nomad

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