Hey! So here is my new fanfiction. I'm still typing and writing it, but I wanted to know what people thought of it and if I should continue. Please R/R! I do hope you like it. I don't own Sirius or any of the Harry Potter characters they belong to J.K. Rowling! Thank you!

Today was the day, the day he had waited for since he had been a young boy and his cousins went. In his father's words, he became a true member of the family, and he would learn the skills to become capable of being the heir to such a fine and pure family. Eleven year old Sirius Black stood in front of the mirror in his room in 12 Grimmauld Place. He was dressed in his finest robes; his parents would never allow him to wear Mudblood clothing. He wasn't allowed to do anything that had to do with Mudbloods. His parents, especially his mother forbid him to have contact with them. She said that they were below him, and as a member of the prestigious Black Family, he had to remember his place in the world.

"Sirius," his mother called up to him. "Time to go!"

Sirius sighed and looked around. He knew he had everything. He had packed at least twice. He was excited about going to Hogwarts, he would meet new people, and his parents told him he would be with his cousins. His cousins were nice to him, and all of them expected him to be put into Slytherin. He had been told it was the only House for the Black Family, and especially for the Heir of the Black Family.

He was worried though, what were the other students like? What was Hogwarts like? He had met a few pure blood boys like himself and they all seemed to be stuck up. Was everyone like them? Would he become like them? The eldest boys like himself would spent hours telling each other about their plans for the family and future when they were the Head of the family.

Sirius left the room. The house elves would take care of his trunk. Down in the hall, his parents stood with his little brother. They were taking a Portkey to Kings Cross. The Blacks would not be seen on a platform full of Mudbloods, it would not be proper. Sirius was glad they were going straight to the train, he believed like his parents that Mudbloods were bad, he just wasn't sure why.

Sirius took the Portkey and they were off.

On the Platform, his mother took him aside, "You remember your place in life boy, and make Slytherin proud."

Sirius nodded.

"Owl us when you get sorted."

Sirius nodded again.

"Sirius," his father called to him. "Come and meet one of your housemates."

On the platform standing near his father was a boy, a small short boy whose hair went to his ears. It was greasy, and his nose, slightly hooked was the dominant figure on his face. He had small eyes that settled on Sirius. He had seen this boy before, but had never talked to him. He was Severus Snape, the Snapes had been at a few of the dinner parties that Sirius had been forced to go to. The Snapes were not respected as much as the Blacks, but generations had been in Slytherin.

"Come your trunks are on the train. Sirius you can sit with Severus." Mr. Black urged him along.

They got on the train silently.

"Why can't I go?" Regulus, Sirius' younger brother whined to his mother.

"I'll be home at Christmas Regulus and I'll owl you!" Sirius called to him from the window.

The train whistle blew.

"Remember your place boy," Mrs. Black warned to him as a form of goodbye.

Sirius sat down heavily on the seat. He looked at Severus, "Hello."

A girl with brown hair looked at Sirius and smiled. It was time, the heir of the Black family was going to Hogwarts and his fate would soon be decided. A smile appeared on her face, he was not like his family though he did not know it. She hoped he would not be in Slytherin. He deserved so much more. Her cousin was something new, something different and she knew it scared his parents.

"Like Quidditch?" Sirius asked.

"No," Severus answered.

"Why?"

"It's a stupid sport," Severus responded.

"Quidditch isn't stupid! It's the best game ever," Sirius defended the noble sport of Quidditch. He glanced at Severus, how could he not like Quidditch?

Severus pulled out a large, thick book.

Sirius gaped at the book. It was one of their schoolbooks. "How can you be reading a school book?"

"Its better than talking to you," Severus opened it and started to read.

"But this isn't time for school! We have all year," Sirius ignored the insult.

"The Dark Arts is an interesting subject, if you have the brains for it," Severus didn't look up.

"Or if you have no life," Sirius muttered to himself. He got up, and walked around. He was bored already.

"Ah the newest member of Slytherin," a new voice entered the compartment. Sirius turned and saw his cousins Narcissa and Bellatrix come into the room with a boy behind them.

"Sirius Black," the boy put out his hand. "I'm Lucius Malfoy." Sirius shook his hand noticing the pin on his robes. "Stay with me young Black and you too can be in a position of power."

"Who is this?" Bellatrix, a third year walked over to Severus.

He looked up at her over his book, "Severus Snape."

"A first year Slytherin?" she asked him.

"Of course," Severus answered.

"Pure blood?"

"Nothing less," said Severus.

"I like your attitude," she smiled to him. "Going to be friends with my cousin?"

Severus looked back down at his book.

"You play Quidditch Lucius?" Sirius asked the older boy.

Lucius looked down at him. He shook his head, "Quidditch is for silly school boys, I have better things to do with my time."

"Do any Slytherins like Quidditch?" Sirius asked.

"There are bigger and better things in the world than a silly game of Quidditch. You will do well to remember that."

Sirius looked around. He went and took a seat opposite his cousins, but again next to Severus Snape. Severus didn't notice him; he was still engrossed in his book.

They had been sitting there for about 20 minutes when three boys entered the compartment. Sirius looked up eagerly. One of the boys, who looked to be the leader, looked around quickly. His brown eyes below his messy black hair stopped at Lucius Malfoy, and then at Sirius. Without a word, they backed out.

Malfoy had seen them but he didn't say anything.

"Who was that?"

"No one you need to associate with," Lucius Malfoy said coldly.

Sirius sighed, "I'm going to go take a walk."

"I'll join you," Malfoy stood up.

"I can take a walk by myself," Sirius told him. "I want to meet people."

"I can help you there," said Malfoy.

They left. Sirius was annoyed, why was Malfoy following him.

"Is there any reason I can't go walking without you?"

"You are a foolish child Black," Malfoy shook his head. "You need a mentor, someone older and more experienced. You and I are important people in the world, and we must stick together. We can built a powerful friendship you and I. We are members of important families, and they must continue."

"So what does this have to do with you following me?" Sirius asked.

"I am here to make sure you don't talk to anyone below you," Malfoy said sounding annoyed. "Mudbloods and half bloods are not worth your time. I'm sure your parents told you that?"

"They did."

"The world is changing Black, and we, the figures of power must be ready. A new Lord will rise, and we must welcome him. There are many forms of power Black, and you and I are gifted with money. However, I have heard talk from my father, and a new Lord will rise, and he is gifted with real power, the ability to control others. Together, this new Lord and we can make the world pure again."

"Right. How does your father know a new 'Lord' is coming?"

"He knows the right people. All the disappearances, and random killings," Malfoy smirked. "It's happening Black. A new age, and its about time. We are lucky Black, our generation will bring in the new age."

"Right, well a member of the new generation really has to go to the bathroom. I can do that without you following me right?" Sirius ran from Malfoy.

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"We are there!" Bellatrix squealed. "Sirius! Are you ready?"

"I'm ready," Sirius grumbled.

"Go with the 1st years then, and we will see you in Slytherin," Narcissa pushed him forward.

He looked at Malfoy who smiled and nodded to him.

"I can't wait," Sirius muttered to himself and went with the first years.

"1st years! 1st years!" Sirius glanced around looking for the voice. He didn't have to look hard, a man, about 6 feet was waving the first years over. Sirius practically ran over.

"Come on 1st years, this way to the boats," the man spoke again and walked off with a line of the first years.

Sirius found himself next to Severus Snape who had put down his book. They walked in silence. They came to a lake, with boats for them to get into. Sirius scrambled into one, and Severus got in behind him. Two other boys that they didn't know got in with them.

Sirius gaped. They had been in the boats for a few minutes and the school came into view. It was huge. Sirius had not imagined it to be this big. He nudged Severus who didn't seem impressed with its size. Sirius sighed; these Slytherins were killing him.

On the other side of the lake, they got out of the boats and hurried after the tall man. They walked up stairs and the man knocked on the big wooden doors. It was opened and a woman stood there. She was young, Sirius noticed at once.

"Thank you Hagrid, I shall take them from here."

Hagrid, that was his name. He looked up at him, why was he so tall?

Sirius looked back to the woman, she was now leading them and Sirius ran after them. Most of them were already in the building. The Professor led them down a hall and then stopped.

"I am Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House and Transfiguration teacher. Welcome to Hogwarts. You will be sorted into your houses in just a moment, and they are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. While you are at Hogwarts, your house will be like your home. Points will be given for obedience to the rules, while any rule breaking will lose you points. I must go and see if the school is ready for you. Stay here."

Sirius nudged Severus, "How do they sort us?"

Severus just shrugged.

"Thanks." Sirius looked around nervously. This was it. He was starting to get nervous. He had to get into Slytherin, what would his parents say if he didn't? Would they disown him or simply kill him? He had to get into Slytherin.

"We are ready for you." Professor McGonagall was back.

She led them silently into the Hall. Sirius heard a few gasps from around him. He didn't realize how many students there were. Were they all purebloods like himself? Surely, Hogwarts wouldn't let any Mudbloods into the school.

They halted. The Professor put a stool and a Hat in front of them. What were they for? Sirius wondered.

All a sudden the Hat started to sing.

Sirius listened intently. A talking Hat, well that didn't surprise him. Why would they use a talking hat thought to sort the students? Could it see in their heads? That was probably it.

"Black, Sirius."