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AN: I hope you like it! It's a bit odd but enjoyable nonetheless. I apologise for all grammar mistakes.
"Black, Sirius!"
A young eleven-year-old boy stepped haughtily forward and pulled the Sorting Hat to his head.
"Hmm…a Black you say…. You are different than the rest of your family. You don't share your family's views on muggle-borns and muggles."
"Nonsense," Sirius argued. "Mudbloods don't deserve the privilege to go to Hogwarts! They are beneath us, wizards!"
"Mr Black, you forget that I can read your every thought, dream and hope. You are not like others in your family… Deep in your mind you wonder if your parents may be wrong about them…"
" I don't have time for your riddles, hat! Just sort me into Slytherin already!" Sirius cut in, his patience wearing thin.
"Don't worry, I'll sort you…but not into Slytherin. You'd do much better in GRYFFINDOR!"
Silence. Utter and complete silence. No one said a word nor applauded. It was unheard that a Black was sorted into Gryffindor. A Black doesn't belong into Gryffindor. They belonged into Slytherin.
Sirius sat rigidly on the stool. He couldn't believe that this was happening. What would his mother say?
"Mr Black! Please stand up and join your fellow classmates, " came the strict voice of Minerva McGonagall.
"Mother is going to kill me…" Sirius thought as he joined the Gryffindor students.
"Evans, Lily!"
An exited redheaded girl run forward and put the hat on her head.
"A muggle-born witch? Yes... I see a great mind, bravery and certain amount of cheekiness, "The Sorting Hat chuckled. "Where should I put you?"
"How should I know? I'm not the Sorting Hat, " Lily said cheekily.
"You'd do well in Slytherin…."
"What!"
"But your strongest trait is bravery. You are destined for a great fate, Miss Evans. GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table burst into applause as another first-year was sorted into their house.
"Lupin, Remus!"
A small boy tired looking boy came hesitatingly forward. He looked at the teachers' table and locked his amber eyes with professor Dumbledore's twinkling blue ones. The professor gave him a small encouraging nod.
"Well... what do we have here? Ah! I see... Dumbledore truly is a great man for letting you come here."
Remus hung his head in shame. He knew very well that it was a miracle for him to be allowed to come here at all.
"Don't be so ashamed. It's not your fault that a werewolf bit you!"
"Yes it is! If I had listened to my father none of this would have ever happened!" Remus argued.
The Sorting Hat was silent for a second. " I'm not sure where to sort you…. You're a difficult one. You have the intelligent of a Ravenclaw, yet you are a kind hearted like a Hufflepuff.You have Gryffindor's bravery and Slytherin's ambition to prove yourself. Hmm…. I think the best place for you is GRYFFINDOR!"
As Remus went to sit down with the rest of the griffindors he saw how professor Dumbledore sent him a joyful glance with his twinkling eyes.
"Pettigrew, Peter!"
A small plump boy stepped forward. He sat on the stool and pulled the hat on his head.
"Hello, Mr Pettigrew," came a small voice.
"Uh, he-hel-hello, " stuttered the frightened boy.
"There's no need to be so afraid. Hmm… You have an average mind. Not too intelligent but not stupid either. Ravenclaw is definitely out of the question. You lack the needed thirst of learning. Perhaps Slytherin? No… it doesn't suit you as well. Hufflepuff would do you well, but so would Gryffindor…. The choice is yours Mr Pettigrew…. Which on do you prefer?"
" I think that I would prefer Gryf-Gryffindor," Peter answered.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," came the reply.
"Very well if you are sure…GRYFFINDOR!"
"Potter, James!"
Another eleven-year-old boy strutted forward. He wore a confident grin on his face. It almost looked like he wasn't nervous at all and knew exactly were he was going to be placed.
"A Potter! About time too! It has been nearly 50 years when I sorted the last one. I see that we both know where you belong…"
"Gryffindor," James said boldly.
"That's quite right Mr Potter. GRYFFINDOR!"
James grinned cockily and set of toward the Gryffindor table where his new friends waited for him.
And so begin the first school year for Lily, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter.