Disclaimer: I don't own the Marauders or anyone who appears in this story, J.K. Rowling does.
Summary: The Sirius' Sorting
My parents had told me all about the Sorting, a hat was put on your head and looked to see if you would be in Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff. My parents (along with the rest of my family, save my cousin, Andromeda, and Uncle Alphard) threatened to make my life horrific if I wasn't in Slytherin. Ha! As if they didn't already.
"Black, Sirius!" called a voice, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Come on, Sirius," said James Potter behind me, giving me a push.
I walked towards the stool where the tattered hat sat. I sat down as was startled to hear a voice in my head, and it was definitely not my own.
Down to business; perhaps Slytherin, where the rest of your family went.
'Actually, no,' I thought, recovered from shock, 'Somewhere else.'
My, you're not like the rest of your family. I've seen a couple of Blacks that are different from your family, but they all go to Slytherin in the end.
'That's the point,' I answered. 'I don't want to be like the rest of my family.'
Are you sure? You know this path isn't exactly easy.
'No, I don't want to be in Slytherin,' I thought.
Quite rebellious.
'I'm don't want to be like them,' I responded.
Let me think. You are loyal, insanely loyal. Though Hufflepuff won't be good, actually that thought is quite scary. No, Ravenclaw won't do you either. I have it.
I grinned.
Are you sure, though? You won't be accepted right away. There is a chance that you might not ever be accepted.
'What's life without a little risk?' I answered.
Very well.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat out loud. The whole Great Hall stared at me in shock. I laughed, took the hat off, and then sat at the Gryffindor table, where they were, reluctantly, making room for me. I looked at the Slytherin table; Andromeda was beaming and her sister, Narcissa, was glaring daggers at me. Oh, well.