Disclaimer: I don't own the Sorting Hat, or any of the characters that appear beneath it. All belongs to JK Rowling…:scowl:

A/N: Next up – Remus! Yes, it's everyone's favourite werewolf's turn on the hot seat. Enjoy!

Sorting Stories

By: Moonlit Seductress

Tawny head dropped low to hide his face, the slight boy slowly made his way to the stool, dreading every step. He really didn't know what to expect – his father had been in Slytherin, while his mother was a Ravenclaw – but whatever it was, it wouldn't matter. No matter where he was placed, he'd end up being alone, as always.

A slim, scarred hand reached out to drop the Hat over startlingly bright honey hued eyes, and Remus Lupin screwed those eyes tightly shut and waited.

"So, Mr. Lupin, where do I put you?" a small voice asked. It was almost like it was inside his head. Not Slytherin, Remus thought desperately. I'm not a dark creature, I'm not. "Well, I can see that," the Hat said. "Hmm...you're brave. Very, very brave. And you've got quite the mind. Perhaps Ravenclaw...but no, that chivalry definitely puts you...in...GRYFFINDOR!" He heard the Hat shout the last word to the Hall, and he opened his eyes, relief flooding through him.

"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" the Hat asked, as Remus reached up to pull it off. "Don't worry. You're well placed in Gryffindor. You've got a good heart, Remus, and you'll find a lot of people to stand by you – no matter what they find out, they will always be there." Remus smiled. Thanks. He removed the Hat, and placed it back on the stool before walking quickly to the table on the far left.

He sat at the far end of the table, his hands shaking like mad. How he had made it into Gryffindor, he had no idea, but he wasn't complaining.

The young redhead smiled brightly at him, and Remus couldn't help but return it.

Maybe this whole thing won't be as bad as I thought…

:Fin:

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