Gryffindor

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A/N: What I am about to say will probably shock you. Peter Pettigrew is one of my favorite characters. His reaction to possible torture and death is so much more realistic than most of the other characters (don't even try to tell me you wouldn't do the same thing in his place).

Italics for thoughts.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The kid put down the ragged old hat that had rested on his head, and began moving slowly toward a table covered in gold and burgundy. His movements were slow and deliberate, and his rolling walk could almost be called a waddle. The limp, stringy hair on his head could technically be called blond, but had a certain quality that left people unsure. Individually any of his features, from his light blue eyes to his slightly rounded shape, could have been distinctive. Together, they created a person who you would not recognize five seconds after talking to him.

There was little cheering at the table, almost as if nobody realized that he had been sorted at all. In fact, there were only three people at the table who even seemed to notice him. He looked back and forth, noticing first the grinning boy who was holding a dungbomb behind his back, then the serious-looking kid with a haunted look in his eyes; he also noted a girl with long red hair, and a stern look on her face. Teachers pet, his mind noted.

The kid finally reached the table, and he sat by the boy with the dungbomb. He looks a cheerful sort. He watched as the boy swiftly snuck the dungbomb beneath the redhead's chair, then…

"Oi, Sirius!"

The kid looked up, as did the boy, obviously Sirius. The kid realized that somebody had been sorted, and watched as the new Gryffindor walked confidently toward the table.

He was skinny, and short, and his hair had a messy look that made you want to laugh; however, a glance at his sapphire eyes would stop the mockery. It was almost as if the very air around him crackled with energy, and instantly you felt as though you were in the presence of a greatly superior life form, something beyond human comprehension. This sense was offset by the easy grin that had spread across his face. "Sirius, come on, not five minutes and you're already messing with the other students. I pity our professors."

"Right, like you wouldn't have done the same thing in my position…" Sirius grinned wickedly. "Oh, right… this is Evans we're talking about. You wouldn't do anything to harm Lily dearest would you, James?"

James spluttered. "W-what? You're deluded! I just met her on the train and thought she seemed interesting!" Ignoring Sirius's continued smirk, he turned to the boy with the serious look on his face. "Hi, I'm James Potter, and this idiot is Sirius Black."

The boy looked up and smiled politely. "I'm Remus Lupin. Pleased to meet you."

The short kid gathered his courage. "H-hi, I'm Peter Pettigrew."

The other three looked at him, smiled, and introduced themselves, then went on with their conversation as if he wasn't there. Suddenly Remus stopped, and looked at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, that was rude of us… what was your name again? Peter? Please join the conversation, by all means."

Peter smiled at the unusually polite eleven-year-old and joined in the animated chatter, officially sealing himself as "part of the gang." After the ceremony, the four of them went, together, to the Gryffindor dorms, each silently promising loyalty to the rest of the group.

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A/N: Yeah, I know, it was short, but that's life. I don't really like to do stuff on the first year, so that was sort of a second Prologue.

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