The first years all crowded together seemingly trying to find comfort in their numbers. However, one eleven-year-old boy would have been more comfortable if they had spread out just a little bit. He came from a large family that was growing larger and louder each year. In fact just last year his youngest sister was born as well as another cousin. He was used to being crowded but wished for once in his life that he could stand away from the crowd just a little bit.

He could feel the eyes of the older students on him. Even though he wasn't the only first-year standing in between the tables he felt as though he were on display; another thing that he wasn't entirely comfortable with. He had been nervous about this moment since he had first received his acceptance letter three months previously. But what he hadn't anticipated this feeling of being part of a show.

Headmistress McGonagall started to speak.

"I will call your names and you will step forward and place the sorting hat on your head and be sorted into your houses," The boy knew what to expect. Upon seeing him so nervous about his first year his Godfather had talked him through some of the most crucial steps in the sorting process to try and make it less scary. It really didn't help that much.

McGonagall started listing off names, and the corresponding first years would step forward to find out which houses they would belong to for the next seven years. The sorting hat's declarations were met with wild cheers from the respective houses as the students went to join their fellow classmates.

The boy never thought that McGonagall would make it all of the ways to the L's. She had started with the A's and it seemed to be taking her forever to get through the letters. And then he heard he call out the name:

"Lupin, Edward Remus."

Did she have to say the full name? Edward thought to himself as he walked forward pushing his black hair out of his eyes.

He was so intent on getting to the three-legged stool that he didn't hear the murmurs that swept through the hall. His name had a reputation that preceded him and everyone knew it.

The hat was placed on his head and he could hear it whispering in his ear.

Impressive, I sense great courage, no doubt from your father. But there is something else there, loyalty, honesty, your mother's blood no doubt.

And then the hat called out for all to hear:

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

The cheering broke out from the Hufflepuff table. But then McGonagall pulled the hat off of Edward's head as he jumped up to join his house and the entire hall went silent. His hair which had been black when the hat was placed on his head was now such a bright yellow that it matched the Hufflepuff colors.

Standing there in front of everyone who had gone silent Edward looked up and saw the yellow that was now his hair. Almost instantly his hair turned back to black the color running out of his skull. It only took a moment and then from somewhere towards the back of the Hufflepuff table wild cheering broke out. It seemed to break the spell that had been cast and it quickly spread through the hall until Edward was sitting down to hearty cheers and claps on the back for his stunt.

The sorting went on leaving the young boy freshly placed into Hufflepuff house to wonder if he liked or disliked the amount of attention he had gotten so far.

A/N: Could be a one-shot could be more. What do you think?