Title: Impossible
Summary: Sirius Black wasn't accepted by the Gryffindors, and turned to the only person who likes him: Lily Evans. The two friends do everything together, and soon friendship becomes love.
Pairings: Sirius/Lily, James/Marlene
Sirius' Point Of View
"Black, Sirius!" Professor McGonagall called out.
Sirius walked up to the Sorting Hat and placed it on his head.
"Well, hello there," said the Sorting Hat in his mind.
"Um, hi…" Sirius thought back.
"Hm, where to put you? You're certainly brave enough for Gryffindor, but you will find little friends there. Ravenclaw does not seem to be an option; though you have a clever mind, you are not willing to do more than you have to. Hufflepuff: well, you're certainly loyal, but it doesn't seem to fit. Slytherin or Gryffindor? What do you want, Black?".
"You're giving me a choice? Well, I don't like what you said about finding little friends, but I don't think I'm right for Slytherin.
"Indeed you're not. You want Gryffindor, then?".
"Yes, please.
"Gryffindor!" the Sorting Hat cried for the whole hall to hear. Everyone Sirius could see was wearing a shocked expression. Deputy-Headmistress McGonagall nudged him and pointed to the Gryffindor table.
"Over here, please, Black,".
He walked in dead silence; no one clapping, until one Prefect regained his thoughts and started, and most of the Gryffindors following his lead.
Sirius sat down in a seat by a second year, who inched his chair away.
"Who'd have thought it?" said the second year boy, "A Black in Gryffindor? Well, you're not welcome here,".
"Well, it's too late now," Sirius replied, glaring at him, before moving to the chair next to him, leaving a space between him and the boy.
"Evans, Lily!" was the next person and the first girl to join Gryffindor. She sat next to Sirius and gave him a small smile.
"Hello," she whispered.
"Hello," Sirius whispered back. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.
A boy named Remus Lupin was next, who sat opposite him.
"My parents told me to stay away from you and your family," he said, and wouldn't look at Sirius again.
Everyone else who came to sit at the Gryffindor table acted pretty much the same, or they just ignored him. The happy feeling he'd felt when Lily has smiled at him had gone.
After "Zabini, Alexander," has been Sorted into Slytherin, Professor Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome all these new students to Hogwarts! Second years and above, welcome back! I hope this will be an enjoyable year for everyone! As, every year, I must inform the new first years and quite a few older ones, the Forbidden Forest is forbidden. If it were permitted, it would be called the Permitted Forest. But it is not permitted, so it is not called that!".
Sirius looked at him, wondering if Dumbledore was insane.
"And now, we must begin our feast! But there is a few more words I must say! Happy boom happy boom elephant!".
Suddenly, the empty dishes, plates and jugs on the table where no longer empty, and were instead filled with many different foods and drinks.
"Is that normal for him?" Sirius and Lily Evans both said at the same time, before turning to each other and laughing.
"It is. My parents told me Dumbledore was a little insane," a boy Sirius thought was called James Potter. He couldn't help notice Potter was looking at Lily when he spoke, and not him as well.
Lily nodded and piled some sausages onto her plate. Sirius did the same, with chicken nuggets as well. He was in love with both foods, something he had announced to his family when he was five years old. His younger brother, Regulus, piped up, "Why don't you marry it, then?". Sirius replied that he would, when he was older.
Sirius thought back on that memory, and smiled. He was incredibly close to Regulus, and couldn't wait until he came to Hogwarts with him.
After the feast was over, and all the plates had been cleared, Dumbledore stood up and informed them of a list in the caretaker's office about forbidden items at Hogwarts, then dismissed the hall. Everyone stood up and there was a mad rush for the doors.
"Gryffindors, this way!" a prefect with red hair cried. One quarter of the Hogwarts students followed her, chatting and laughing. They stopped outside a portrait of a fat lady.
"Bold bravery," the prefect said calmly, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a hole. Everyone climbed through it and Sirius followed their example. Looking around in wonder, it seemed to be a common room of some sort.
A boy Sirius thought was called Pettigew elbowed him hard and said loudly,
"Bet you never thought you'd be here, snake!"
Those who heard Pettigew laughed, and pointed at Sirius and whispered behind their hands.
"I'm clearly not a "snake" as the Sorting Hat Sorted me into Gryffindor. Are you deaf?" Sirius replied, glaring at him.
Pettigrew glared back and opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by the prefect saying something.
"This is the Gryffindor common room, where you will do your homework and spend your free time. The boys dormitories are on the left stairs, and the girls go straight on and turn right. First years have to go up to their dormitories right away, where you will find all of your belongings already there and unpacked,".
The first-years went up to their dorms, with a couple of them elbowing Sirius in the ribs and poking him.
This was a mistake. I wish I had chosen Slytherin now, Sirius thought. While Potter, Lupin and Pettigew collapsed onto their beds at once and were snoring within seconds (It's only eight o'clock! thought Sirius), Sirius sat down at the desk placed next to his bed and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill.
Dear Mother, he wrote, then paused.
Dear Mother,
I'm sorry. The stupid Sorting Hat placed me in stupid Gryffindor house.
He deliberately made it sound as though he had no choice, thinking his mother might be less cross.
I hate it already. Only one person actually has manners and doesn't eat everything in sight. That same person is also the only one I like. The other three boys I'm stuck in a dormitory with are snoring right now. It's incredibly vulgar. Please, Mother, don't be cross. I'm still loyal to the Dark. I still hate Mudbloods.
Sirius hated those last two sentences and there was no way he'd ever actually mean it. He was, again, just saying it to calm his mother.
From,
Your eldest son, Sirius.
A/N: I know this is short, but I just wanted to set the scene. Please let me know what you think!