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Sirius Black

January 9,1960-May 2,1998

Husband of Amanda Sparks Black

Member of The Order of the Phoenix

Father of unknown daughter

Great Marauder

Fought and died in the Final Battle

There he was right there on the front of a simple chocolate frog card. How stupid she had been. Harry had told her so many times about Sirius Black, but she never made the obvious connection. Delilah Black looked up from the frog card, glancing at the other four in the compartment.

Teddy was standing stock still, staring at the dark-haired girl who had just woken up from a faint (Thanks to Maggie's spell knowledge). Maggie was smiling ear to ear, as if she had been waiting for her oblivious friend to see this for years. Colton and Dustin looked around, confused and having no clue why their new friend had just passed out. Colton stuck his hand out, and helped her up.

"Who's on the card?" asked Dustin. Maggie scowled at him, she shouldn't have to deal with the rude prat and his brother now. "It's okay Maggie." said Delilah, spotting the scowl on her friend's face, and added to Dustin, "Sirius Black. I think he just might be my father. No, take that back, there's no doubt he's my dad." "Delilah, you do realize this makes us like second cousins? Gran and Sirius were cousins, so welcome to the family cousin!" exclaimed Teddy brightly.

Instead of dwelling on the subject of her father, the five talked about other pointless subjects like quidditch and houses.

"Ravenclaw is so much smarter than the other houses."

"But Gryffindor is where 'Brave dwell at heart'"

"Slytherin is annoyingly cunning, but I wouldn't die if I was put in there."

"Hufflepuff wouldn't be too terrible miserable. Sure, you would be a joke to Slytherins but you would automatically get a bloody awesome reputation."

Soon enough the Hogwarts Express pulled into the Hogsmeade station and the five first jumped off the train and heard the gruff voice of Hagrid yelling, "Firs' years over here! Firs' years!" As they approached the boats, he ordered five to a boat. As they floated toward the magnificent castle, the nerves began to build. What if they weren't in the same house? They rode in deathly silence.

In the entrance hall, they were greeted by Professor Flitwick, a small tiny wizard, who was Deputy Headmaster, Charms teacher, and head of Ravenclaw house. He told them about the hat and four houses. "Gryffindor, where the brave dwell. Ravenclaw, the intelligent, Hufflepuff, the loyal and just, and Slytherin, the ambitious and cunning."

The all lined up, and waited for their name to be called.

"Anderson, Tony" was Ravenclaw.

"Avery, William" was Slytherin.

Then came the call, "Black, Delilah" Lilah ran up to the stool, looking confidant but inside, she was about to pee her pants. She calmly placed the hat on her head, blue-grey eyes twinkling.

My, my aren't we cocky. Ah… no wonder, Sirius Black's daughter at last.

Alright hat. Let's get this over with. Sort me, I don't have a preference. Well maybe not Slytherin, that Avery bloke looked a prat.

Slytherin wouldn't be a terrible choice. You have that cunning streak. No, but you would put your friends before your priorities. You loyalty would send you to Hufflepuff, of perhaps Gryffindor.

I've already told you, Hat! Just put me some where but I would like it if you put me where my friends have a chance of being.

Oh, that would send you straight to Hufflepuff if it weren't for your bravery. I see you aren't studious enough for Ravenclaw, they would eat you alive with your lack of caring for your grades.

JUST DECIDE ALREADY!! Yes, I'm loyal, brave and cunning! Just put me in one.

Temper, temper. Watch what you say, Black! I've sorted tons of brilliant wizards. Dumbledore, Snape, Potter, every Weasley for generations. You decide now, scarlet and gold or do you prefer the black and yellow of Hufflepuff.

I'm gonna have to go with Gryffindor.

Learn some respect and trust in…

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Delilah sighed in relief and walked to the cheering table, mumbling something that sounded like, "Bloody hat."