Disclaimer: I don't own any characters that appear in this story, nor do I own any places. J.K Rowling does.
Summary: Her baby cousin is a Gryffindor. Andromeda's thoughts.
"Gryffindor!" the hat yelled, and her cousin walked to the Gryffindor table with the stares following him. He sat down and she knew that he was uncomfortable.
He is supposed to be there, though. Whole family been in Slytherin, most of family into the Dark Arts, and he is supposed to be in Gryffindor. He is in Gryffindor. And she is proud. He will be probably disowned later; he'll have the worst life at home, probably be hated by everyone for the first week of school. He will carry some Slytherin characteristics, he grew up with Slytherins and nothing can change that, but he is not a Slytherin. She is grateful, but a little jealous. Why hadn't she been so strong to do what he did? Why did she back out? But that's what made him a Gryffindor; he was strong enough to break free. She was always an outcast from Slytherin, barely had any friends but she was a Slytherin. Though not entirely Slytherin.
So while all the other kids at school were glaring at the new Gryffindor, Andromeda Black stood up, gave thumbs up, and winked to Sirius Black. Who smiled, and gave thumbs up back.
Her baby cousin is a Gryffindor, and she is proud.