A/N: WOOOOOPPPPPIIIIIII! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You people are
all so wonderful! I'm thrilled that you like this! I'm sorry that I haven't
updated in quite a while, I've been rather busy! Ok, so, yeah, my
formatting still sucks, I know! I'm going to try and put more space between
the dialogue. Also, I made a couple of errors in my last chapter(And you
clever people caught them).
First off, the 6th Harry Potter Novel is going to be called: Harry Potter
and the Half-Blood PRINCE(Not prints) Thank you, OofTheLivingDead, for
making me aware of this.
Also, Carlieblack, Nessie6 and Accio Flaming Stake, you are correct-
Regulus is younger than Sirius in the books. However, this here is MY
little fanfic, so we'll just pretend he's older, alright? Hehe.
Anyways, here's the third chapter! I hope you enjoy! And please keep
reviewing- I love seeing the little boxes pop up to notify me that someone
has sent me a review- it keeps me motivated! Ha!
Tootles,
Jade

The scenery had changed, considerably, from the first memory, when Harry
next opened his eyes. He, Ron and Hermione were standing at the entrance to
the Great Hall, looking out at a sea of older students heading towards
their proper house tables and taking their seats.

"Harry, do you think the memories we're seeing are arranged in some
specific order?" Hermione spoke up from beside him.

"Well I reckon' they'd be in the order of which they occurred." Ron
answered for her, then looked over at Harry. "Wouldn't you think, Harry?"

"I suppose." He shrugged, staring now at the staff table, where Dumbledore
was deep in conversation with a teacher he'd never seen. "Come on, let's
grab those empty seats at Gryffindor table!"

"Ok." Ron and Hermione said together.

They took their seats at the table and then continued to peer around the
hall. Harry couldn't spot his father or Sirius anywhere, yet- so he
focused, instead, on listening to a boy over at the Hufflepuff table
telling his friend, loudly, that he was going to try out for seeker on the
quidditch team. Harry suddenly felt a terrible longing inside of him to
soar out onto the spectacular pitch, and let the cool, refreshing breeze
fly through his hair. With so much having been weighing on his mind the
last couple of months, he could hardly find the strength or motivation to
take out his firebolt.

Right then, the doors of the hall burst open, cutting Harry's dreams of
being back on his broom short. Professor McGonagall was leading a group of
anxious looking first years across the hall, the sorting hat clutched
firmly in her arms.
Harry beamed when he saw his father and Sirius at the front of the line,
appearing(contrary to all the others)quite calm and rather excited.
He stole a glance at Dumbledore again, and saw that he was smiling kindly
down upon the first years, who the majority of were now shaking with
nerves.

Harry got up from his seat, then, and Ron and Hermione looked at him
questioningly.

"Harry mate, where are you going?" Ron asked him, puzzled.

"This is the memory of my father and Sirius' sorting. The first years who
are going to be sorted into Gryffindor are going to need these seats- come
on." He replied, hastily. Looking slightly reluctant to leave a table that
was soon going to be crammed with plates of delicious food, Ron got up from
it, followed by Hermione a moment after. Harry led them past the house
tables, to the front of the line of first years, where his father and
Sirius were.

Sirius was rubbing his stomach hungrily, as McGonagall placed the sorting
hat on a stool in front of the staff table, and then stepped aside. The
brim of the hat's mouth opened, and then it burst into familiar song.

"It always rants about the same things." Ron complained, bitterly. "Four
houses, four makers- then they parted ways, and the school fell apart- so
now we're cursed with this bloody hat's song, telling us that we have to
unite with the Slytherins! Yeah right- as if we would actually walk up to
Draco Malfoy, shake hands with him and then ask him if we could be buddies!
He'd stuff us!

Harry laughed, heartily, imagining the look on his enemy's face if he ever
suggested being allies with him. 'Stuff' was an understatement. He wasn't
worried though, he was prepared to swallow a jar full of cockroaches before
becoming friends with Draco Malfoy.
Hermione, however, was looking at Ron with a frown carved on her face.

"You don't need to be friends with those you dislike, or dislike you, for
the houses to be united, Ron. You only have to reach a mutual, and neutral
respect for each other!" She pointed out, scowling.

"Yeah well, you'll forgive me, Hermione, for not being able to find the
RESPECT in me for the son's of death eaters." Ron answered, coolly.
Hermione sighed heavily, and the absence of a retort from her made Harry
feel certain that she had nothing more to say. Harry said nothing, though
he privately agreed with Ron.

The song had finished now. There was fresh outburst of applause from the
students, as Professor McGonagall proceeded with unrolling the list of
names of the first years. Harry saw her glower impatiently around the hall,
silencing the clapping, before turning to them.

"Now- when I call your name. You will make your way up to the stool and I
will place the sorting hat on your head. When the hat calls out the house
to which it finds you most suitable for, you will go sit at the appropriate
table." She peered down at the list now, and Harry heard Sirius wish his
father good luck before the first name was called.

"Mark Andrews." McGonagall's voice boomed around the hall, as a tall boy
with curly hair stepped up to the stool, and had the hat placed on his
head.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" Roared the hat, and the table next to Gryffindor's erupted
into cheers. The boy stepped off the stool and headed to his table.

"Sirius Black." McGonagall called next. Sirius winked at James and made his
way up to the stool confidently. Harry noticed that a few of those sitting
at the Slytherin table seemed quite alert suddenly. Once the hat was on
him, it seemed to be pondering it's choice for a moment. Sirius had his
eyes closed tight, and Harry had a fleeting memory of himself at his own
sorting, praying he wouldn't be put into Slytherin.

Then, having come to its decision, the hat bellowed out, "GRYFFINDOR!" and
their table rang with applause. Sirius jumped up, ecstatic, and screamed
out his delight to the entire hall.

"YES! THANK YOU GOD! I'M NOT IN SLYTHERIN! HA!" He exclaimed, punching the
air happily. He was skipping down the steps to the table now, but before
Harry knew it, he had tripped and landed face first onto the marble floor.
The entire hall began laughing, merrily, as though the whole thing were
quite entertaining. Getting up as quickly as he had fallen, Sirius rubbed
the back of his head, and grinned sheepishly around at everyone. Then,
obviously choosing to take a little more time in the spotlight, he bowed
extravagantly before heading off to sit at his house table.

Professor McGonagall eyed him angrily for a moment, then continued with the
list. Harry didn't listen while Michael Donlan was sorted into Slytherin-
he was watching Sirius eye the empty golden plates, longingly. But when the
next name was called, Harry snapped back into attention.

"Lily Evans." An exquisitely beautiful girl, with long, fiery red hair, and
stunning, emerald green eyes, was walking up to the stool. She looked as
though she were trying hard to look calm and composed.

Ron nudged Harry hard in the ribs.

"Hey Harry! That's you're-"

"Mom, yeah." Harry said, cutting him off. He could tell simply by those
mesmerizing, green eyes- they were his eyes.

"She's beautiful!" Hermione gushed in awe.

Even at the young age of eleven, Lily Evans possessed the ability to
capture anyone's(girl or boy)attention. Even(to Harry's shock) Sirius was
gaping, transfixed at her. In fact, the only one who didn't seem remotely
interested in the dazzling beauty was James. He was talking to Remus, and
looking more nervous now.

Lily was sorted into Gryffindor a minute later, and, breaking out into a
relieved smile, went to sit down at the table. Harry saw Sirius move over a
seat and graciously offer her the one beside him. Harry chuckled to
himself, he had never known his Godfather to be flirtacious, but Sirius did
seem to have an undeniable interest in girls.
Several more minutes passed. Alicia Fawcett was sorted into Ravenclaw, Adam
Hiltons into Hufflepuff, Victor Jameson into Slytherin.

"Remus Lupin." Remus patted James on the shoulder and then left his side.
He walked up to the stool, sat down, and waited for the hat to make its
decision.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted. And looking indifferent, Remus walked
quickly to his table.

"Where's Wormtail?" Harry asked his friends, looking around at the
remaining students.

"Probably hiding somewhere- the bloody coward that he is!" Ron said,
gritting his teeth.

A couple of more students were sorted before Peter Pettigrew's name was
called. Looking terribly shaky, and unstable, he made his way up to the
stool.

"Phh- should have gotten his mum to help hold his hand- the rotten scum!"
Ron muttered.

Professor McGonagall placed the hat on Peter's head, while he quivered with
an immense amount of nerves.

And then, something miraculously eerie happened. Professor Trelawny was
standing up from her seat, pointing a shaky finger at Peter.

'I sense an evil presence in him, my inner eye sees a horrible disloyalty
lying in the depth of his cowardly, betraying soul!"

Harry's eyes popped open, he turned around to look at Ron and Hermione and
found them with their jaws dropped. Harry looked around the hall, students
were whispering to each other, some looking worried, others just irritated.
Professor McGonagall was rolling her eyes.

"Um- thank you Professor, for that most interesting um- vision." Dumbledore
said, undisturbed. And, with one more shaky point at Peter, Professor
Trelawny collapsed.

"Professor Sinistra, will you kindly take Sybill to the Hospital Wing?"
Dumbledore asked, calmly.

"Of course."

Ironically, Peter was sorted into Gryffindor, but not with a very
enthusiastic applause. A lot of people were still looking at him as though
he were some kind of freak.

"I can't believe Sirius never told me about this!" Harry said, stunned.

"I can't believe that worm was put into Gryffindor!" Ron spat, outraged.

Finally, Harry's father was called.

"James Potter." James sat on the stool, his unruly black hair falling into
his face. Harry stared at him and was once more reminded of their numerous
similarities. A second after the hat was placed on his father's head, it
announced that he would be in Gryffindor!
Beaming widely, James practically ran to his table, where everyone was
applauding him loudly.

Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged grins and walked quickly back to the
Gryffindor house table. All the seats were taken though, which left them
with no choice but to stand and watch the rest of the memory.

"This is so awesome!" Sirius was telling James. "Me, you and Lupin all in
Gryffindor! It's gonna rock!" James grinned broadly.

"For sure!"

Professor McGonagall had finally reached the last name on the list.

"Severus Snape" Harry's head flew around. Snape was taking a seat on the
stool, looking apprehensive.

"Hey look- it's the grease ball!" James pointed out. Sirius snorted loudly.

"Should have made that rope a little tighter!" He said, in mock regret.
James laughed.

To no one's surprise, Snape was sorted into Slytherin. And that's how the
sorting ended. Professor McGonagall rolled up the list, and picked up the
stool and hat. Dumbledore was standing up now, his blue eyes twinkling.

"Once again, we are at the start of a new year here at Hogwarts! To
students new and old- Welcome! Now I would like to make some start of term
announcements. Mr Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to remind you-"

James and Sirius weren't paying attention to the speech their headmaster
was making.
"So are you going to try out for the quidditch team?" Sirius asked him.

"I think so." James said, looking excited. "I love flying, and I'm a big
fan of the sport!"

"Yeah so am I. My mother thinks the whole thing is for people on crack!
I'll probably try out for a chaser or something."

"Cool!"

At the seat across from them, Harry was disgusted to see Peter listening
intently to their conversation. Sirius must have noticed this also, because
he was regarding Peter with a bemused expression on his face.

"Hey, aren't you that dude who that lunatic teacher called a coward or
something?" He asked him.

"Uh-y-yes." Peter answered nervously. Harry glared at him. He looked like
the rat that he was, with huge, pointy ears that stood out, and buck teeth
quite comparable to a rabbit's.

Sirius was still looking him over when he suddenly seemed to remember
something.

"Oh yeah James! I forgot- I haven't introduced you to my new lady friend!"

"Lady friend?" James raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah! Hey! Lily!" The girl with the fiery red hair and piercing green eyes
turned around from a conversation she was having with two girls.

"What?" She said, her emerald eyes glowing.

"Just thought I'd introduce you to my friend James, here." He said, nodding
at James. Harry looked at his father's face. He was gazing at Lily,
noticing her for the first time.

"Oh. Hi, nice to meet you." She said politely.

"You-too." James replied. And Harry noticed he was having trouble speaking.

Ron snickered.

"This is a you and Cho moment, Harry!"

"Aww, how cute, puppy love!" Hermione said. Harry couldn't help feeling
embarrassed for his father.

Then he noticed that Dumbledore had stopped making his speech. He was
peering around the hall, smiling cheerfully.

"I won't waste more time with speech making- tuck in everyone!" And at his
words, plates and goblets were filled, and the tables were crowded in
plates of different foods.

"Here, here!" Sirius cheered, raising his goblet to the staff table, and
then grabbing a chicken wing. Lily laughed pleasantly at him, then she and
James caught locked eyes for a moment. She smiled at him, and he smiled
back, and then she turned around and went back to talking to her friends.

Meanwhile, Ron was trying to sneak a grab at the food, but was having no
luck at all with Hermione watching his back.

"Were you a vulture in another life?" He scowled at her.

"You know. These next seven years in this school are going to kick so much
ass! I definitely plan on leaving my mark here!" Sirius was saying,
importantly.

"How so?" James asked, looking fairly interested.

"Oh you know. Pranks, that sort of thing." He grinned slyly.

"I hardly know you and yet I sense that you are one hell of an evil soul!"
James laughed coyly.

"You're damn right! And trust me, I'll turn you evil too!" He said with a
wink.

"I don't doubt it!"

"So what do you think of Lily?" Sirius asked him, changing the subject.

"She seems pretty nice." James told him.

"She's damn hot, man!" He said, and James blushed. "Oh come on, I saw you
checking her out!" He nudged him playfully.

"Ok, ok. I admit she's really pretty."

"Good!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione seemed to agree that it was extremely awkward
hearing all this- however, it seemed to be all that they would have to for
now. The image was fading quickly to black again, and before they could all
get a hold of each other, they were spinning into pitch darkness.

When they arrived back in Harry and Ron's room in Grimmauld Place, their
minds were bursting with questions.
"That was wicked!" Ron declared. "But what was up with Trelawny?"

"That was freaky!" Harry agreed. "But it's not like it was some stupid
prediction though, was it? It actually made a lot of sense!"

"That woman is strange." Hermione said quietly. "She just has these sudden
outbursts- like that time in the third year when she had that vision of
Voldemort getting stronger in front of Harry!"

"We've got to see another memory. At least one more before Ron's mom calls
us down for dinner." Harry told them, hurriedly.

"Will we have time for it?" Hermione asked, hesitantly.

"Yeah you'll have time for one more memory- except this time you'll be
taking us with you!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione flew around to see who had spoken. Fred and George
were standing at the door, arms folded, and smirking triumphantly.