Down toward the front of the train, a tall, black haired girl walked with her little brother to the "Slytherin Compartment" this girl and her relatives assumed that everyone should know that the Black, Malfoy, Snape, and other Slytherin children sat in there and it was an insult to think otherwise. The two sat down with other black haired children, a few blondes, and two unusually big third years by the names of Crabbe and Goyle.

While the girl conversed with her friends, the young boy sat in the corner closets to the door not talking to anyone.

"So," someone by the name of Lucious Malfoy turned his attention to the boy in the corner, "this is Sirius Black? So Sirius, is it true that you love Muggles? Mudbloods? Or even Halfbreeds?" he began to laugh.

"I have to say they're a shit load better than you." Sirius said coolly, without even looking up.

Lucius threw up his hand and hit Sirius across the face. "You should show more respect to someone who really sees what is wrong with those … things."

Sirius felt anger and frustration growing inside him and struggled not to have an outbreak. With his voice quivering he said quietly, "You can't see anything 'cause your head's shoved too far up your arse."

"What did you say?" Lucius said loudly. At his point, everyone in the compartment was watching, Crabbe and Goyle began flexing their muscles to look intimidating.

"I said," Sirius looked up, "that you can't see anything 'cause your head's shoved too far up your arse!"

Sirius knew he'd gone too far by saying this. Before either Crabbe or Goyle could grab him, he dashed out the compartment door.

He ran down the corridors looking for a compartment. To his luck, he found a door ajar and ran in.

He closed the door behind him and sat down trying to catch his breath. Then he opened the door again to look for Lucius and the others.

"Uh, hello?" James Potter looked confused. "Who are you?"

Sirius reached his hand over while the door was closed. "Sirius."

"Hello Sirius." Remus Lupin said, "Might I ask what you're doing?"

"Running" Sirius again peered out the door.

"From?"

"Slytherins"

"Why?"

"They Hate me." Hate felt like it called for a capitol H, or at least, that's what James thought.

"Why?" James finished. He soon became silent seeing the expression on Sirius' face. "Alright, so does Sirius have a last name?"

Sirius suddenly looked angry, "You don't really want to know."

"Yes we do. Come now, it can't be that bad!" James tried to look cheerful.

"Alright then, my name is Sirius Black."

After hearing this, both Remus and James looked surprised. Remus let out a slight "oh" and James' mouth was hanging open.

"See what I mean." Sirius looked disappointed, feeling that he was no longer wanted made him get up and begin to walk away. He reached for the door but stopped from hearing James' voice:

"Well then, if Slytherin hates you, we like you!"

Sirius turned around and smiled, "Really? Well then, now we all know that I'm not evil, who are you two?"

"Remus Lupin and-"

"Potter, James Potter." James interrupted Remus.

Remus automatically was suspicious of Sirius. He was a BLACK, and Remus hadn't heard of any Black that didn't hate his kind. Over and over again he thought of that night when he was seven. He remembered running frantically from the monster, he remembered the white, hot pain shoot through his leg. He remembered waking up in St. Mungos Hospital and he remembered his father's face when he realized what had happened to his son. His family moved away from his home and away from his friends. His family use to laugh a lot, but after, there was hardly any. And all fun that took place, was when the rest of his family thought he was out of the room or asleep. And until twenty minuets ago, he hadn't had a friend or even laughed since he was seven.

Of course there was Martha, the healer at the hospital that looked after him before, during, and after his transformations. She was young, pretty, and so sweet to him. And she was the one that sent a letter to the Headmaster Abbot, the previous headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But when Professor Dumbledore became headmaster, everything changed. They were able to find a way to help him monthly with his problems, and he would still be able to go to school. But regardless of all the help he got from the school, he was reminded everyday of what he actually was:

A werewolf.

Around ten hours later, the three arrived at Hogwarts where they met Professor McGonagall the transfiguration teacher.

"Welcome first years! I am Professor McGonagall, your transfiguration teacher. Within the next few moments, you all will be at the front of the dining hall waiting to be sorted. You will listen to it's song and wait for your name to be called. Then once it is called-"

"Wow, my brother didn't tell me her speech would be this long. What house do ya think you'll get?" James nudged Sirius and Remus.

"I don't really know, I'm thinking I'll probably get Ravenclaw, or maybe Hufflepuff. It all depends, I guess. You?" Remus shrugged. He reconedwasn't brave enough to be in Gryffindor, and was too nice to be in Slytherin. So Ravencalw and Hufflepuff were the only two choices.

"Gryffindor, definitely." James said with full confidence, "What about you, Sirius?"

"I don't know. If worst comes to worst, I might get in Slytherin, but I'm hoping for Gryffindor. Hell, I'll even take Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. But NOT Slytherin."Sirius said the last sentence loudly which caused McGonagall to stop talking and everyone to turn around to look at him, which made his head feel compressed and he felt his cheeks turned red with embarassment, "Sorry" McGonagall began reading again.

In the Dining Hall, all the first years huddled in a group in front of all otherstudents,awaiting their fait. One by one they were called:

"Adell, Victoria"

"GRIFFENDOR!"

Over and over Sirius cursed his last name for starting with a B.

"Bacca, Alena"

"SLYTHERIN!"

Why couldn't his last name be another color, like White?

"Blake, Robert"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

White starts with a W!

"Black, Sirius"

Sirius nervously stepped up. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head and instantly he heard a whisper in his ear:

Mr. Black. Hmm, your quite different from the others. Yesssss, very different indeed. But you definitely dohave Slytherin qualities...

No, not Slytherin… I'm not like them… I'm not like them...

Oh, but you are! In more ways than you think. You have the temper of a Black, and you're quick to judge, like a Black;

I'm not like them… I don't belong there… I don't!

Very well, if you believe that then I must put you in GRYFFINDOR!

Sirius leaped with joy and ran to the Gryffindor table.

Instead of cheering, everyone in the room stopped. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. There had never been a Black in Gryffindor before. Occasionally one made their way into Ravenclaw, but their family would exclaim that the only reason was that they read too much. But being in Gryffindor was a whole different thing. Sirius looked at the Gryffindor table, then Slytherin. And eventually, he heard someone clapping. His eyes shot over at the Ravenclaw, he realized the one who was clapping was his older cousin, Andromeda. She was like him, hated by Slytherin for her beliefs about impure-blood. Following her lead, everyone but Slytherin clapped for him. They figured that anyone who made it into Gryffindor couldn't be all bad.

Sirius was so happy he could hardly contain himself,the only thing to do wasto go tothe table to sit down.

Consider yourself warned…

Remus began to quiver with anxiety next to James, who stood tall and waited to be accepted into Gryffindor.

"Labbs, Stephanie"

"RAVENCLAW!"

Professor McGonagall paused, gulped and read the next name.

"Lupin, Remus"

At this point all the teachers sat up in their seats. Remus could tell that professor Dumbledore had his fingers crossed. He looked at the Headmaster briefly, then sat down on the Sorting Stool. He felt the heavy, old material touch his head, then fall over his eyes.

Dumbledore looked at him anxiously. To tell the truth, he had no idea what house would be best for the boy. What if someone found out? What if someone who found out told? The poor boy would become the social outcast, his life ruined.

After a few silent seconds, the had yelled out a word that brought hope and worry to Professor Dumbledore: Gryffindor.

Remus was delighted. He sat up and ran as fast as he could to the Gryffindor table, sitting next to Sirius.

Finally, McGonagall came to the P's

"Promonski, Robyn"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Pettigrew, Peter"

Peter Pettigrew stepped up. He was slightly overweight, clumsy, awkward, and he had an unusual resemblance to a mouse. His front teeth were projected outward which just helped his rodent-like appearance. The had sat on his head for around five seconds, then with a sigh from the hat, he heard

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Potter, James"

Finally James herd his name called. He sat down on the stool and before the hat made full contact with his head:

"GRYFFINDOR!"

James reached into his pocket again and felt the little gold rock. Obviousally, the rock from California had some kind of power.