A pair of dark grey eyes gazed at the rising sun, spreading blood red fingers of warmth across the horizon where the shadows of tall somber trees fell away like daisies falling.


The owner of the sad grey eyes had fiery red hair that clashed against the green banners hung on the walls all around him.

He sighed and carried on gazing remembering the event of the night before. Spooky...

"Remus Ellis!" cried out Professor Longbottom, reading the name from a roll of parchment that contained the First-Year's names. There was a dirty and ripped hat, laying on a stool, waiting for the next First Year to put on the hat. A small boy who looked barely eleven shyly stepped up to the stool and pulled on the hat.

Before the boy pulled on the hat, members sitting on the Slytherin table caught a momentery glimpse of ominous grey eyes, unsure of something and ginger red hair that glimmered in the light of the Great Hall.

The boy named Remus had wondered what his father had done to change the wizarding world often enough. Then Remus had realised the truth.

His father, Sky Ellis, had become the only wizard capable of fighting the Dark Lord and surviving.

"Ahh, a fresh new talent," murmured the Sorting Hat, into Remus's ear. "Like your father, the legendary Sky Ellis, who was a Hufflepuff and he could defeat the darkest wizards of the last three generations without batting an eyelid. But what about you?"

"I'm not even talented," whispered Remus.

"You can control water, Remus. What house should I put you in?" asked the Hat. Remus nervously replied: 'Please, not Slytherin...Not Slytherin-"

"Your father accepted the fact that he was a Hufflepuff. You are cunning and clever, able to formulate strategies unlike your brother. Face it, Remus."

"Slytherin? I'm enough for Slytherin?" Remus demanded. "But I thought I was too weak-"

"Weak? Weak enough not to be sorted into a noble house like your father? And Slytherin house is not a house full of idiots or spoiled kids. It belongs to the pure of heart, the trustworthy and cunning like a serphent," the Sorting Hat answered.

"I can't be as cunning as my mum was though, can I?" demanded Remus. "And my brother is way better than me."

"Remus, how mny times have you beaten your brother at Quidditch?" asked the hat.

"Oh. So I must be a Slytherin, then?"

"Not must, but maybe. It is your choice, Remus. Not up to your brother or me, but you."

"I think Slytherin is for me, please," Remus muttered. The Sorting Hat chuckled and hummed a tune, and it called out one special word.

"Slytherin!" it cried out.

The Slytherin table clapped and applauded Remus as he approached the table, his eerie grey eyes sparkling wondrously in the flickering candlelight. Romulus's mouth fell open.

"Romulus Ellis!" Neville called out.

"GRYFFINDOR!" bellowed the hat.

Remus knew sadly that the friendship between the two rival houses had snapped forever. All thanks to him. Easy for his brother but difficult for him.

Because he was the boy who should have died.


Yes. Another Ellis. I read Making A Choice and thought: I'm making my own, just Remus Ellis, y'know. No Potters. Just Remus on his adventures. See you all next chapter.