MWPP!!!!!!  I love these guys!  but, see, I dont think that, having never been subjected to anything else, sirius' views would be that different from his parents', so I'm gonna say that he is very slytheriny at first. 

disclaimer:  I'm not JKR, if I was though I would be coming over to the house of "marauding-siriusly" and giving her the first ever copy of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.  mmm....(goes comatose for a sec.)

Sirius black hesitantly put his hand on the doorknob of his new dorm room. He was still numb from the day's proceedings.

"Sirius Black" Mcgonnagals voice rang out. Sirius swaggered confidently over to the hat, only his gray eyes betraying his nervousness. He sat down on the stool and the world went black as the hat slipped over his eyes.

"Hmm..." he heard a voice say. "Interesting. A Black, yet not very ambitious. Cunning, yes, but you seem to care more about pleasing your parents with your achievements than pleasing yourself. That shows loyalty, definitely NOT a slytherin trait." Sirius' eyes widened at that. Of course he was ambitious! He was a Black! He should be the perfect slytherin! "a Black yes, a slytherin no," the hat responded. "In fact, you're quite the opposite, little GRYFFINDOR."

This last word was shouted to the entire hall, and a slightly shocked Mcgonnagal swept the hat off his head. Recovering from his initial shock, Sirius brought his chin up and walked regally to the gryffindor table, where he was receiving many strange looks. "a black never shows weakness," he repeated to himself, over and over again. He hardly noticed as the rest of the first years were sorted, and he was only shaken from his thoughts when Dumbledore began to speak.

"I will not keep you all from your lovely feast, so all announcements will be made at the end. That means don't leave, even if you have finished your meal! We had a few incidents like that last year..." he appeared to be lost in thought. One of the professors cleared their throat and he started. "Yes, well then. Eat up!"

the students found their plates full of food as they looked back down at the table, and Sirius grimaced as he heard the muggleborns gasping. It was going to be a long night.

Sirius brought himself back to reality with a jolt. He braced himself before turning the knob and opening the door. He froze as he heard voices on the other side.

"I can't believe it! A Black, in gryffindor! What's Dumbledore playing at?" That voice sounded angry.

"Well, it wasn't Dumbledore's fault, it was the hat that chooses what house everyone's in." That sounded like a calm, reasonable voice.

"Wait, why shouldn't a Black be in gryffindor? As long as he fits the description, what's wrong with that?" Sirius liked that voice. Well, maybe that was just because he liked what the voice said.

The first voice spoke again. "I'll tell you why. It's because the Blacks are all dark wizards, every last one of them. They were some of Grindewalds biggest followers, and while they haven't declared their support for this new Voldemort guy, they have made it known that they approve of him. Plus, they've all been in slytherin for as far back as anyone can remember."

Sirius decided it was time to step in. "Actually, the head girl, Andromeda, is my cousin, and she's from ravenclaw. My Uncle Alphard, who graduated in '53, was a slytherin, but is an auror who is working on the Voldemort case, and was the key figure in multiple raids on the death eaters. Find your own facts, kid, before you go spewing out whatever your mummy and daddy tell you."

The shocked looks on the rooms three inhabitants was immensely satisfying. He saw that two of them had the decency to look guilty about being caught talking about him ("and so they should!" he thought angrily) but the third managed to get over his shock and glared back at him defiantly.

"Well, Black, even though the hat put you in gryffindor, that doesn't mean your good. Maybe it just made a mistake."

"You think in such black and white terms....Potter, I'm guessing? Of course you're a Potter, all Potters look as if they've just been electrocuted." He smirked as Potter tried to flatten his hair down. "Not everything is just "good" or "bad". I mean, you might consider Voldemort bad because he wants to cleanse the wizarding world, but he has his good points. I mean, he'd get rid of jackasses like you, wouldn't he?"

Sirius sat back to watch as his words got through to them. Potter growled and jumped up; the short, stockier one and the thin, pale one both reached out to grab Potter, but their faces showed different emotions. The thin boy looked amused, while the shorter one looked a little nervous. He decided he needed to find out whose voice was which.

"So what are your names?" he asked.

"I'm Remus Lupin," said the thin boy, and Sirius recognized him as the one who had only mentioned not to blame Dumbledore. The one who refused to take sides, he thought.

"Peter Pettigrew," the other replied, the one who had defended him. Well, sort of.

"Well, boys, much as I'd love to continue this happy conversation we're having, I think I'd rather go to bed. Actually, I would rather be fed to a hippogriff, but the bed also seems like a nice option. Goodnight." He went over to his trunk, pulled out what he needed, and proceeded to ignore the three boys for the rest of the night. Not that they said anything to him.

a/n  So what'd you think?  Wanna flame me?  Wanna congratulate me?  Wanna send me a pretty picture?  You can do all of this if you just click the little blue (or is it purple?  I think I'm going colorblind) button.  actually, I dont know if you can send a picture through it, I'll have to check that out...