A/N: Because eventually, I always get to Sirius.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not for profit. Did I forget anything else?
What the Hat Told You
Black, Sirius
By Seereth
Maybe it was his imagination, but Sirius thought the hat rested too lightly on his head, making him feel uncomfortably like a foregone conclusion.
There was a pause, and then the Hat said, rather puzzled, Oh.
Yes, Sirius agreed. It's Andromeda's fault.
Mmmm… Well, you're bright enough for Ravenclaw. More than bright enough. Definitely not a Hufflepuff. The Hat began to mumble, and Sirius caught only one word in five. He waited with a fairly convincing display of patience.
Hah! What was your mother's name?
Anastasia Vance, said Sirius.
This will make up for the time she pinched me. GRYFFINDOR!