Hi! Ten minutes since I posted the story, AND already the second chapter. Don't ya love me. No, hmmm. That'll change. Anyways, On with Sirius'!

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Sirius Black's Sorting

"Black, Sirius!" called out McGonagall, searching the crowd of timid first years. A fit and brave boy swaggered up to her, winked then took the hat from the shocked professor, jamming it on his head.

Ooh goody. Another Black a sorting full of threats.

Oh no, I'm nothing like my family. I strive for that.

Yes. I see your stupidly brave. Extremely cunning, but not the right kind of strive for Slytherin…

Good. My dumb family might've ruined my chances of Gryffindor. I love ruining my family's reputation.

I don't judge people because of their families. Anyway, all the qualities of a Gryffindor, but not exactly stupid either.

Oh, geez. Thanks so much. That's sarcasm by the way, hat.

I got it. Very loyal. But definitely an edge. Yes, you will exceed your expectations in…GRYFFINDOR!

Sirius couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped his lips. He stood up and gave the Hat back to the professor, before turning to the hall, standing on top of the stool, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I AM A LION! HEAR ME ROAR!" then miming that of a cat, all the way down the aisle to the cheering table. He sat down to a laughing James, fist bumping him then turning to the front of the hall, winking again at the glaring professor. He snickered as she glared at him. He turned to the new sortie, now glaring at the hat.