So... here's chapter two! I don't have much to say about it. I've decided to include marauder pranking fun in this chapter!! Haha please enjoy!

Hagrid cleared his throat and stared down at the several dozen terrified-looking first years. He grinned down at them, seemingly oblivious to their nervousness. "Alrigh', now, I'll get Professer McGonnigal..." He said importantly. He turned around and knocked on a huge set of wooden double doors.

A very stern looking witch with grey hair in a tight bun emerged, looking at all of the first years searchingly through her rimmed specticals. The first years squirmed slightly under her penetrating gaze.

"Thank you Hagrid, that will be all." She said importantly, turning to Hagrid. Hagrid nodded and walked back through the double doors, the door slamming behind him. Professer McGonnigal then turned to the rest of the first years "The start of term banquet will begin shortly", she said to them, "but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room."

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

Sirius saw that Snape kid whisper something into the redhead, Evans', ear, and she smiled and nodded at him. He smiled back, and Sirius made a face. Gross.

"Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours." She looked at them extra sharply at this, as if daring any of them to break the rules while in her house. Several first years gulped.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." Her eyes lingered over James and Sirius, who were still soaking wet from their little excursion in the lake. They looked innocently back at her. She just sighed and retreated back into the doorway behind them.

Peter looked at the other three boys nervously. "Um..." he asked the other boys uncertianly, "...How exactly are we getting sorted?"

Sirius clapped Peter on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we just have to try on a hat, and it decides how we're sorted." Sirius leaned in slightly and whispered mischieviously, "...But that's not what we're telling them."

"Huh?" Peter said, clearly confused. "What are you - ?"

But James, who had already caught on to what Sirius was suggesting, said loudly, "Hey, Sirius, did you hear how they're sorting people this year?"

Several first years turned around to eavesdrop when they heared James's voice, several of them also wondering how they would be sorted.

Sirius looked at James, who winked at him before assuming a solemn face once again. Sirius mimicked his expression. "Yeah, I heard." Sirius said grimly, looking at the floor. "Do you reckon we'll make it out of this one alive?" The first years exchanged terrified glances at Sirius' words.

James covered his mouth and let out a cough, which Sirius was sure was a hastily stifled snicker. After assuming his serious expression once more, he said, "I doubt it. I'm pretty sure the hat eats anyone who takes longer than 30 seconds to get sorted."

Sirius covered his mouth in mock horror as the first years started whispering among themselves again. "Yeah, I heard that, too. One minute, you're perfectly fine. Next minute: hat food."

"Sirius!" Remus said angrily, and Sirius and James sighed, already knowing that Remus was about to lecture them for scaring all of the first years.

But they were shocked when instead Remus said, "Don't joke about that, Sirius. You know what happened to my cousin last year." Remus gave Sirius a wink before burying in face in his hands in mock-anguish. A complete hush had fallen across the room, everyone craning their ears to hear the conversation. "Hat food." Remus whispered behind his hands, just loud enough for everyone to hear. They all gasped.

Truth be told, Remus didn't really know why he was participating in this completly asinine prank instead of reprimending them for it, but something about being a part of something, even if it was a juvenile (and somewhat cruel) prank, warmed his heart. So he decided to play along, for now.

James and Sirius both looked like they would explode with laughter if they said another word, so Peter quickly decided to jump in and say "Oh, mate, I'm so sorry. I forgot about your cousin." Peter put a hand on Remus' shoulder. "Rest in peace, Daphne Lupin. We'll miss you." he said gravely, making up a name on the spot.

Professer McGonnigal suddenly opened the door and all of the heads turned to her, which was good because Sirius and James didn't look like they would be able to go much longer without exploding with laughter. "Come now, the sorting is about to begin." McGonnigal said, beckoning the first years inside. They all went inside the room, and there were several audible gasps.

Even though most of them were still terrified at the prospect of being eaten alive by a sentient hat, they could not help but be transfixed by the beauty that was the great hall. Remus thought that the room could probably fit ten of his entire house. There w ere four huge tables across the hall where most of the students were already sitting, and there was another table at the head of the room. Thousands of glittering candles were in the air below the enchanted ceiling, and Remus vaugley wondered what spell had been used to make the ceiling mimick the weather, and contemplated using it in his own room when he got home.

He was jarred out of his thoughts when he saw McGonnigal carrying a 3 legged stool and a very frayed hat, which Remus assumed was the hat that would be sorting them. She placed the stool in the middle of the room, and the great hall hushed in anticipation. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop when a tear in the brim of the hat opened like a mouth and -

It began to sing.

Every year September first

I'm called to do my duty

To attend the Hogwarts welcome banquet

And show you all my inner beauty.

I know you think I'm old and worn

And should be thrown away

But I hold the key to your future

Starting from today

I have no easy task before me

For alone I must decide,

By looking into your inner thoughts

I choose what house that you'll reside

There's Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw

There's Slytherin and Gryffindor

Four great wizards who once chose themselves

But can no longer, for they are no more

What Hufflepuff valued the most

Was hard work, Loyalty, and determination

And Rowena Ravenclaw believed

Great knowlage was their insperation

Three words that describe Slytherin

Are ambitios, sly, and cunning

And last there was Godric Gryffindor

Courageous, noble, and brave

So put me there right on your head

And lets get the sorting on,

for I know all that there is to know

and I am never wrong!

The great hall burst into wild applause, save for most of the first years who still were convinced that they were about to be eaten by a talking hat.

When the applause slowly died down, McGonnigal walked up to the stool unfurling a long scroll, presumably with all of their names on it. She cleared her throat loudly and read the first name on the list. "Abbot, Aron!"

A small boy with sandy blonde hair stumbled to the stool, trembling from head to toe. The boy sat in the chair and slowly lowered the hat onto his head, scrunching up his face in anticipation. The hat was silent for 5 seconds, 10, 15, 20...

When the hat reached the 30 second mark, Aron gave a loud squeal and buried his face in his hands, clearly expecting the sorting hat to grow fangs and devour him to bits.

When the hat just continued to remain silent, Aron opened his eyes and glanced up at the hat, clearly confused.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat cried after 37 seconds of being on Aron' head.

There was polite applause from each of the tables and McGonnigal motioned to take the hat from Aron, but he did not remove the hat from his head or move from the chair. "The hat's not about to eat me?" he asked, the shock clear in his voice.

Laughter rippled through the great hall, and James and Sirius struggled not to join in, knowing that they would look suspicious if they did. McGonnigal frowned down at Aron. "The sorting hat does not ever eat people. Who ever put that ridiculous notion in your head?" She asked him incredulously.

Aron just gave a terrified glance to James and Sirius before getting up from the stool and collapsing at the Hufflepuff table, clearly very relieved. McGonnigal gave a loud sigh before turning to the rest of the first years. "I don't know how any of you got the idea that the sorting hat has ever eatenpeople, but I will hasten to assure you that the sorting hat has never eaten a student before, and I would be quite shocked if it happened today." She turned back to the list in her hand and said, "Black, Sirius."

James glanced sharply at Sirius and froze. Black, did she say? His parents had spent his whole life telling him how the Blacks were a family full of dark magic, and that they couldn't be trusted. But Sirius didn't seem to be like that at all...

Sirius, meanwhile, had gone extremly pale and was now walking stiffly up to the stool, and James could hear him whispering "not Slytherin, not Slytherin, please not Slytherin" furioisly under his breath.

Sirius sat carefully in the stool and places the had on his head, which fell over his eyes, and all he could see was a curtian of black across his eyes.

'Another Black, eh?' A small voice said in his head, which Sirius presumed was the sorting hat. 'Well, I know just what to do with - "

If you put me in Slytherin I'll tear you in half, Sirius thought firmly, interrupting befor he could immidietly be sorted into Slytherin.

He heard a small chuckle from in his head. 'Of course not, mister Black.' the hat said, and even thought it wasn't technically speaking, Sirius could hear the amusment in its voice. 'Yes, now that I'm looking closer, I see that you don't possess the traits for a Slytherin at all... no, sir...' Sirius beamed, not that anyone could see him.

The hat continued, 'so, definatly not Slytherin, no... but where to go? You've got plenty of brains, yes, but you also have a fair heart, and plenty of courage... yes, difficult, very difficult... where to put you...?

The rest of the great hall, meanwhile, was whispering curiously. Why was a Black taking so long to be sorted? Shouldn't the hat decide it should be in Slytherin the moment it touches his head? What was taking so long?

Meanwhile, the hat continued, 'any house, really, could lead you to success... which one, though...?

'Gryffindor?' Sirius thought hopefully.

'Gryffindor, eh?' the hat said curiously, 'truly the Black sheep of the Black family...' Sirius rolled his eyes inside the hat, 'But I believe that you need true friends in order to succeed, and I don't think you'll find them anywhere but -

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted the last word to the entire hall.

Silence.

The entire hall was in shock, and even the teachers didn't know what to say. Gryffindor?? A Black, in Gryffidor? There had to be a mistake...

With a grin so huge it could split his face, Sirius wrenched the hat off of his head, threw a fist in the air, and cried, "Hah, Gryffindor! Take that, mum!"

There was a ripple of uneasy laughter through the great hall, and James started clapping loudly, the others joining in quickly. Ignoring the murderous glares from the Slytherin table, Sirius bound from the stool and collapsed at the Gryffindor table, grinning like a madman. James shot him a thumbs up from his place in the crown, and Remus gave him a small smile. Peter was too busy fretting about what house he would be in.

"Evan, Lily!"

Evans smiled reassuringly at Snape before going up to the sorting hat and placing it on her head. She waited for a few seconds before the hat cried "GRYFFINDOR!!"

Remus heard a tiny groan from Snape as Lily gave him an apologetic smile and went to sit at the Gryffindor table. James groaned. "I can't believe that nosy busybody is in Gryffindor!" He whispered into Remus's ear.

Remus frowned. "She's not that bad." he said, glancing over at Lily. He felt a bit bad for her. She wasn't going to know anybody from her house. And she was a muggle born, so she probably was very unfarmiliar with the wizarding world. If he was in Gryffindor, he decided, he would talk to her after the feast. He knew what it felt like to have no friends.

"Lupin, Remus!"

Remus went extremly pale. Here we go...

Trying to keep his legs from shaking, Remus walked up to the hat and put it slowly on his head.

'A werewolf, eh?' the voice said in his head, 'I've never sorted one of you before...'

Please don't tell! Remus begged.

The hat chuckled. 'No worries, my child, I am only a hat, he said. 'Now let's see, where to put the werewolf... well, definatly not Slytherin, you don't have nearly enough ambition...'

Should I be offended? Remus thought wryly.

The hat chuckled again. 'You are amusing, my boy... well, you are quite smart, yes, but for someone like you to come to Hogwarts, even defying your father, who never believed in you... that takes intense bravery... so it better be - '

"GRYFFINDOR!!"

A delighted smile spread across Remus' face as he took the hat off of his head and stood up. He saw James and Peter both grinning at him in the crowd as he went to sit next to Sirius. Sirius clapped him on the back and whispered "good job, Remus." into his ear. Lily Evans smiled at his from across the table.

He had a family now.

"Pettigrew, Peter!"

Remus and Sirius both flashed Peter encouraging smiles from the Gryffindor table, and James slapped him good naturedly on the back as Peter walked up to the hat. Peter sat on the bench and jammed the hat on his head. He sat for thirty seconds, then a minute, then two -

When it reached the three minute mark, students started to whisper again. What was taking so long?

Finally, after 3 minutes and 17 seconds, the hat cried, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Sirius clapped loudly along with the rest of the Gryffindors as Peter sat down at the Gryffindor table. "Brilliant, mate! Sirius said loudly, slapping Peter on the back. Peter looked very relieved.

"Potter, James!"

James walked up to the sorting hat confidently. The hat had barely laid atop his untidy hair when it cried, "GRYFFINDOR!" James proudly walked over to the Gryffindor table and say next to Sirius. Lily Evan, who was sitting across from Remus, made a face and scooted closer to Marlene McKennon.

"Snape, Severus!"

James and Sirius pretended to gag as Snape walked up to the sorting hat. "The poor hat, it's gonna be all greasy!" James whispered into Sirius's ear, making him snicker.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Remus saw Lily flash Snape an apologetic smile as he went to go sit at the Slytherin table.

After the rest of the students were sorted, Albus Dumbledore (Sirius knew who he was because of his mother's constant rants about him) stood from his seat, and the hall fell silent immidietly. Dumbledore spread his arms wide, as if there was nothing he'd rather do more then to stand there all day with them. "Good evening, students! To those of you who are new, welcome! To those who aren't, welcome back!" He beamed down at all of them. "There is a time for a speech, but this is not it. Tuck in!"

Remus looked down at the plates and his jaw dropped to the floor. All of the silver serving plated had been filled with every type of food imaginable. Forgetting that the serving plates were silver (note from author: in this fanfic, Werewolves can't touch silver. I know it's not confirmed canon, but I'm choosing it to be) Remus reached out eagerly to grab a chicken wing.

"Ouch!" Sirius turned to see Remus drawing his arm back from the plate hastily, clutching his hand. Sirius furrowed his eyebrows.

"What's wrong, Remus?" Sirius asked, grabbing Remus' hand. Remus tried to wrench it away, but Sirius turned his wrist around and saw a red, blistering burn on his wrist. "That's quite a bad burn, Remus. Don't touch the plates, lads, they're hot."

Peter and James nodded and thankfully avoided the plates for the rest of the meal, which was good because Remus didn't feel like explaining how a barely warm plate had caused his skin to blister.

When the last morsles of the delicious meal had dissapeared, Dumbledore stood again, causing the hall to quickly fall silent. He beamed down at them again before assuming a serious expression. "I have a few reminders for you before you tramp off to your dorms for the night. First, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that fanged frisbees have been banned this year, along with a list of other items that can be viewed inside Mister Filch's office."

"Secondly, the forbidden forest is exactly its name: forbidden. I would highly advise that you stay out of it, if you don't wish to encounter some creatures that I'm sure are not so friendly."

Dumbledore's gaze flicked to Remus ever so slightly before saying, "One last thing. Over the holiday, Professer Sprout has aquired a whomping willow seed" There were several murmures among the students, and Remus had gone oddly silent and was staring determinedly at the table. "It is now planted on the edge of the forbidden forest, and I would advise you not go near it, either. It has a tendency to, well, whomp. Now, that will be all. Off to bed with you!"

A dull murmuring slowly swelled through the great hall as the children rose from their tables and followed their prefects to the dormetories. The four boys joined the crowd of Gryffindors that were heading to the Gryffindor common rooms. The prefect led them to the Gryffindor portrait hole and told them the password (Hippogryphs), leading them in the cozy looking common room. The prefect motioned the four boys up a spiral staircase, and they had barely closed the door to their dorm before James and Sirius both collapsed onto the four poster beds and burst into laughter.

"Bloody... brilliant... prank!" Sirius choked out, clutching his stomache in mirth. "Did you see their faces? They actually thought they were going to be eaten!"

"That fake dead cousin was really the kicker, though." James chuckled, clapping Remus on the shoulder. "Nice touch, mate. Well done."

Remus just groaned and buried his face in his hands. "I can't believe we did that!" Remus said in a mortified whisper. "One day into school and we've already gotten into trouble!"

"But we didn't get into trouble." Peter argued, a huge grin on his face. "We just did bad things, we didn't get caught for it! Besides, even you have to admit it was pretty brilliant."

Remus smiled a bit in spite of himself. "Alright, it was pretty funny." he said with a reluctant grin. "But I'm not doing it again!"

"Sure you won't, Remus." Sirius said, clearly unconvinced. He looked around at the other three boys in the room and smiled. "Look at that. Who'd've believed that all four of us would be in the same house?"

"I'm not surprised." James declared, his hands on his hips. "We're all too awesome to be in any other house. I can tell we're gonna be best friends for the rest of our lives."

Remus smiled. Best friends. He liked the sound of that. With a stifled yawn, Remus sat on the four poster bed closest to the window. "I'm gonna call it for the night. Don't want to be late for lessons tomorrow."

The other three boys murmured their agreement and laid down in their respective beds. Sirius sighed and stretched out in his four poster, admiring the red colors that were so different to the bottle green that adorned the rooms in his own house. He grinned. I'm finally home, he thought happily.

Sirius turned to the side of his bed and said, "Goodnight, mates."

"Goodnight, Sirius."

"Goodnight."

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Okaaaaaay, here's chapter two! Like I said, this is mostly Remus and Sirius POV, so I didn't include James' or Peter's sorting in this. I need ideas for pranks! If you have any ideas, please let me know! And like I said in a previous fanfic, I'm not making Peter just a tagalong fanboy, because I don't think the other three marauders had enough compassion to include Peter in their group if they didn't genuinly like him.

I also like the idea of a Lily and Remus friendship, because even though she hates James and Sirius at the moment, she would still probably have study sessions with Remus in the library when Remus wanted a break from them.

Anyway, please review! Give me any ideas that you can, I'm open to all suggestions! See you soon!