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Part one – Sirius

The young Black shifted nervously, waiting for his name to be called out by the severe looking woman standing in front of the crowd.

Black, Sirius – She finally called

He stood frozen in the spot he occupied for a second. When the woman sent him an annoyed look, he moved. His feet seemed to weight the world, which seemed to making a very strong effort to keep him from arriving at the stool. Said stool contained a very ragged hat, who was sorting people into houses. Sirius didn't trust the hat. How could a hat know where to place him? It'd probably just throw him in Slytherin because of his family's history. Maybe his Mother was right; Dumbledore really was a nutty old man not worthy to run a school.

As he sat on the stool, the hat was placed in his head. It slid down, passing the place where it should stay and stopping at his ears.

"Another Black… Very much like Andromeda, a pity she preferred Slytherin to Gryffindor, she'd be very well suited in Gryffindor, you know? Well, smart, I see. Arrogant, though not as much as your family. Intelligent, but not studious… No, you must not go to Ravenclaw." The hat was about to go on, but was rudely interrupted by an awestruck Sirius.

"You aren't going to just throw me in Slytherin?"

"No, no, my boy. You are not Slytherin material. However, if you wish…" It was again interrupted by a very poorly mannered boy.

"No! No! No! I don't want to! Please don't make me go there!"

"Don't worry, I won't. I have never been wrong before, so trust me when I say you are GRYFFINDOR!"

Sirius sat there, in shock. He had hoped for that moment, but he never thought it would come. He was sure that he was going to be placed in Slytherin, with his cousins and other family. But no, he was in Gryffindor, with what would become his family.

The whole population of the Great Hall just stared at him, the woman who had called him included. Eventually some students started to clap, followed by many others. The only table that didn't clap was, of course, the Slytherin's one.