Sirius
Seeing his cousin talking happily to his brother made Sirius think that once he was Sorted, everything might just be alright. Might.
"Sirius Black."
At the sound of his name, he snapped out of his thoughts and approached the stool, with a slight swagger in his walk. He sat down with an air of arrogance and smiled as the Sorting Hat was placed on his head.
Ah, the cousin of young Miss Black, I assume.
Yeah, so what?
Oh, arrogant, a perfect Slytherin trait. But there is something deeper. Intelligence? No. Kindness? No, definately not. And you want to break free from your family, correct?
I suppose so, yeah.
That shows a great deal of bravery. Ah yes, a very brave boy. I know where to put you.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"WHAT?"
The scream came from the Slytherin table and Sirius turned to see Bellatrix glaring at him furiously, her mouth still open. Along the table, he could see his elder brother, Regulus, shaking his head in disgust and his cousin, Andromeda, who had just lowered her head to the table in embaressment. He went to the Gryffindor table, feeling lonely, but perking up by the end of the Sorting when he was surrounded by his friends, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and Lily Evans.
Sirius Black's destiny was written.
