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Chapter 2
I stood next to Sirius in the line for the sorting. I had been told by my parents about it, yet I still wasn't too sure what would happen.
"Black, Narcissa," called the strict looking woman who had introduced herself as Professor McGonigal. The beautiful girl walked up to the stool confidently. When the hat called out, "RAVENCLAW," she just strode over the appropriate table.
"Black, Sirius," Sirius winked at me as he sauntered up to the stool where the hat sat. (A/N: Hat sat!)
For a few moments, it seemed as if the hat was choosing. Sirius sat, shaking his head until the hat cried out "GRYFFINDOR!"
Sirius walked slowly to one of the tables. When he sat down, I say that his face was completely miserable.
Lily Evens was the next person I knew who was sorted. She was put into Hufflepuff, which is something that I never would have seen coming.
Then Lupin was placed into Gryffindor. Then came me.
The hat was placed on my head and I heard a small voice in my ear. "A Pettigrew, eh? Well, I've had a couple of you. Most of them have been pretty obvious sorts, but not you. You fit into all houses."
"What," I muttered. I was sure that I didn't fit into any house.
"Any house! Don't be ridiculous. You're hardworking, aren't you? You may not be the best, but you are your best. You think outside the box, which is a good asset for Ravenclaw. You also know how to get what you want; just like a Slytherin...
"But I shouldn't be hypothesizing over these right now. I should be asking you were you want to go."
I looked at Sirius sitting at the Gryffindor table. His shoulders were drooped and he was staring straight ahead. "I want to go to Gryffindor," I found myself saying.
"Really? Should have known. But... I'm not sure I should do this. I guess it's not my choice to make. And the decision will lead to a greater good. Alright, if you want Gryffindor... you got GRYFFINDOR!"
I walked stunned to the table, not sure what to think about the Sorting Hat. I sat next to Sirius, both of us staring forward for the rest of the sorting.
The food came. It smelled so good, I had to serve myself. I poured a glass of pumpkin juice and then dug into some mashed potatoes with gravy. Savoring the flavor, I turned to Sirius to see what he was doing. What I saw, was the most pitiful sight I had ever seen.
His forehead was resting on the palms of his hands. His eyes were staring at his empty plate, deep thoughts passing through them. And, as I watched, a tear slowly slid down his cheek.
"Is it really that bad?" I asked him, curious of his reaction.
"My parents are going to kill me," he muttered.
"Why?"
"All my family has been in Slytherin. Or Ravenclaw, but those weren't my direct descendents. They expected me to be as ambitious and cunning and clever and smart as they were. But no. I'm Gryffindor. Born to be brave and stupid." Sirius raised my goblet and took a large gulp.
"We're not stupid," said a girl with flaming red hair who was sitting across from us. She looked older. And very defensive.
"Who are you?" I asked, as Sirius was to depressed to care.
"Molly Sicson. Seventh year. And we're not stupid."
"I'd like some proof of that, please," Sirius said, taking another swig of pumpkin juice like it was whiskey.
"Who was it that thought up the sorting hat?"
Sirius remained quiet for a while, staring at his empty plate.
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I tried to pay as much attention as possible on the way to the Gryffindor Tower, but people kept talking to me.
James Potter started it all. He and a tall boy with brown hair came up to me. "Your name's Petey, right?" James asked.
"Peter," I corrected.
"Right. So, since we're going to be sharing a room together for the next seven years, I thought I'd make sure that you didn't hate me."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that. So, I said, "No."
"Good. So you don't hate all muggleborns?"
"No," I said again.
"Good. In that case, this is Jerry. Jerry Pritchard. (A/N: Yes! We do reuse names! Get over it!) "He's a muggleborn."
"Oh." I quickly glanced back to see where Sirius was. I didn't want him thinking badly of me. He was trailing at the end of the First Year Gryffindors, his head still drooped. "Maybe...maybe you shouldn't tell Sirius that," I said in a quiet voice.
"Why?" James suddenly looked suspicious.
"He might...cause conflict."
"Hey, I don't want to start any fights," Jerry said.
"No. Good idea, Petey. We'll do that."
"It's Peter," I grumbled.
"I'm sure." James and Jerry then went ahead to talk to Remus.
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