"Sirius Black!" McGonagall called as I stepped up to the front of the Great Hall, where I felt everybody's eyes on me as I sat on the stool. Hoping I could be the one to break the cycle of Slytherins in the family. Please not in Slytherin... The Sorting Hat was placed on my head.

"Gryffindor!" I sighed in great relief as I rushed off to join the Gryffindor table. James, Remus and little Peter waved at me as I grinned and waved back, ecstatic about being the first in the family to be in Gryffindor.

...

"Lily Evans!" a red-headed girl glided up to the stool and I glanced over at James to see him staring, dumbfounded, at the girl who was getting sorted. Ah.. so she's the one who James was going on about on the Express.. I thought to myself with a smirk. I hope she doesn't go into-"Gryffindor!"

Lily walked slowly towards the Gryffindor table, glancing into the crowd almost apologetically. I followed her gaze and landed on... Snivellus! What's she doing being friends with him?! Oh, just wait til James finds out...

...

"Remus Lupin!" I watched as Remus approached the Sorting Hat and it blurted out.

"Gryffindor!" I cheered as he made his way to the table filling slowly with Gryffindors.

"Sirius, d'you know who that Evans girl is?" he whispered into the ear on my right.

"Is she the one James fancied on the train?" he nodded in response and smirked as we waved back at James and Peter for what may have been the tenth or twentieth time during the first bit of the sorting.

...

"Peter Pettigrew!" McGonagall boomed once again as Pettigrew hobbled his way forward, James deliberately putting out his foot to have him fall forward. Pettigrew got right back up and made his way, once again, to the stool and plunked his chunky body onto the little thing.

"Oi, where d'you hope Pettigrew'll end up?" I hushed towards my friend. Lupin chuckled.

"Wherever he ends up doesn't effect me, so there's no difference if he's put into Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or our house. Though I hope he doesn't end up here with us!"

The two boys shared a chuckle and groaned when they heard- "Gryffindor!" James himself groaned in pain and hung his head back in irritation. Pettigrew hobbled his way towards the Gryffindor table.

"Pettigrew! We need the Sorting Hat in order to sort the first years!" Professor McGonagall barked, earning a laugh from the students as Pettigrew apologized profoundly, returning the hat as his whole face turned shades of pink and red.

"Now then, James Potter!" James strutted to the stool, practically hoping onto it as the Sorting Hat perched onto his head.

"Gryffindor!" it bellowed as we cheered, James running towards us after returning the hat. Well, least we got in together, I thought to myself.

...

"Severus Snape!" McGonagall spoke crisply. Snivellus, with his black hair that looks like he's never bathed and robes that look like his Mum's, took his time getting to the stool. I glanced over at James, who was glaring at Snivilly, and decided to say something.

"Oi, James, y'know Snivellus is friends with that Evans girl? The one you fancy?" James gave me a shove.

"Sod off! Of course I know, I'm not blind!"

"Then why-"

"Slytherin!" bellowed the Sorting Hat before we could say more.

"Good thing he's in Slytherin. He won't be allowed anywhere near the Gryffindors. And if he talks to Evans, I'll be there to make sure he regrets it.." James muttered just barely audible to me alone.

...

All throughout the feast, James kept trying to catch Evans' eye. He caught every other girl's eye, except for hers.

"Give up, mate, she's not worth your time. She's just going to ignore you and-"

"Listen, mate, you best not be saying I can't have her. I can have her, I will have her, even if I die trying, she will be mine. I swear it! First off, we have to get rid of Snivellus and then-" I stopped paying attention after that and instead paid attention to the mad gleam in his eyes I've not seen before.. but who cares? He wants to try getting her, let him. I thought as I turned my face away. He didn't seem to notice.

Lupin leaned over to me and whispered a plan. A plan that will get him to think he wants her. A plan that will be sure to set him in his place.