Disclaimer; I am so honoured if you think the world of Harry Potter was mine, but its not.
The Marauding Days Of The Marauders
Last time; the Sorting, where will it put Sirius?
Decisions, Decisions and Wow!
"Mmm, powerful, good mind." Murmured the hat in Sirius' ear. "You're are clever but not studious and your loyalty only extends to those you trust, something which you don't give easily, not a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw then." The Hat whispered in his ear, scaring the life out of him more with every word. What if he wasn't placed anywhere? "Cunning, sneaky, you would thrive in Slytherin, but I think that it would not be in a positive way, no, Slytherin is not right. That leaves Gryffindor, yes, you are brave, often rash, I can see you making excellent friends in GRYFFINDOR!" Sirius jumped again but covered it by standing and pulling off the hat. He vaguely wondered if it put that much thought into everyone's placement or if he was just awkward. He was welcomed to the Gryffindor table by Nearly Headless Nick who he almost sat on, or through.
Sirius only really became aware of what was happening when he heard, "Evans, Lily!" being called.
The hat considered her for a while, as it was, unknown to Sirius and everyone else, debating whether she was Ravenclaw or Gryffindor material. When it finally decided on Gryffindor, lily's entire posture slumped and relaxed from it's tense uptight position and she no longer looked like she really wanted to chew her hair again.
Sirius and Lily shared grins as they continued to watch the sorting. Before long, after Sarah Lofts, was Remus Lupin.
He sat on the stool, arms hugging his stomach tightly as his big pale eyes scanned the hall.
A little voice began to whisper in is ear, "Ahh, interesting, we've never had a werewolf before. Slytherin could be the choice, very powerful magic in you, but I think Slytherin would corrupt it. No, Slytherin wouldn't accept you. You are lonely I see, low self esteem, yet loyal, very loyal. But I'm afraid my boy that they in Hufflepuff would be afraid of you, were they to discover your little secret. Now Ravenclaw, that's a different matter, possibly too clever for their own good, they would work it out wouldn't they, and no matter how clever they live in the library and we know what books say about your kind. However, I do believe you make a brilliant Gryffindor. Brave, one would have to be to go through what you do I see. That cleverness of yours will aid you in Gryffindor, you'll be making strong friends there I predict. GRYFFINDOR!!" the hat screamed, blasting Remus' sensitive hearing.
He was beaming as he walked over to the Gryffindor table and fell into a chair. He quickly fell into a comfortable conversation with Sirius. The majority of people in the hall were bored and impatient by the time "Potter, James" was called.
The hat brushed the ends of his spiky messy hair and screamed, "Gryffindor!" so loudly that Professor McGonagall nearly dropped it. James scrambled off the chair so fast it looked like he was afraid of the hat yelling at him again.
Severus Snape received much the same reaction as James did from the hat, as soon its rim reached the greasy scalp it shouted "SLYTHERIN" for all it was worth.
The students, even the first years were fidgeting now, wishing that food would be in the very near vicinity to them in the very near future. Dumbledore stood grandly at the front of the Hall, telling the first years that the Forbidden Forest had it name for a reason and gave the usual death threats Argus Filch ordered, he had been caretaker for about 3 years and his list of illegal items was the length of his door. Dumbledore's final words, "Fluff 'n' stuff, kumquat and conglomerate" echoed round the hall and food finally appeared. It never stood a chance as hundreds of hands attacked it, starting its journey from serving dishes to plates to teeth.
Once the students had stuffed themselves to bursting, they were informed that they had to go to their dormitories; a task which they all somehow knew would involve stairs, many, many stairs.
James, Sirius and Remus had met up with Peter, who had miraculously made Gryffindor, and Lily on one of said dreaded staircases. The trek to Gryffindor Tower had been a maze through the castle, it progress could have been tracked by the type and pitch of the Ooo's and Ahh's from the first years as they wound their way through the magnificent stone halls.
Gryffindor Tower turned out to be just as impressive; the common was littered with huge overstuffed armchairs and sofas, thick plush red rugs and in the centre a roaring fire. The red and gold banners that decorated the walls brought out the beauty of the natural stone floor. The odd assortment of various sixes and heights of tables were all host to a variety of interesting items and devices. An old grandfather clock in the corner told them it was 'Time to go to bed'.
The prefects told the awed eleven year olds where everything was and ushered them in the direction of their dormitories. When James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and a lad named Jack O'Donnell reached their dormitory they beheld a large circular room, graceful beams criss-crossing the ceiling and five four poster beds arranged round the edge of the room. The beds had deep red curtains and plush red throws, edged in gold. The dark wood on the frames, windows and doors added to the cosy look the whole tower had. The huge red rug in the centre of the floor had a yellow lion prowling across it (not a real lion, on the rug!!).
The five stepped further into the room, and each of them selected a bed and sat on it. As if by magic, which it most likely was, their trunks appeared at the end of the bed each boy was sitting on. The head of Remus' bed was near the window; Sirius' was to the left of it and James' on the other side of the window. Peter, who had latched onto James, took the one on the right of James, and Jack the one opposite the window. They all sat quietly on their beds, the same thought echoing through their heads 'That was the most brilliant day!'
A/N Start of classes next chapter. Please review, I welcome all suggestions.