A/N all belongs to JK

FULL MOON

Sorted

The three of them had been blasted off their feet, feeling as though they had been rammed hard in the chest. It didn't look good.

He and the two black haired boys he had been fighting were sprawled out on the ground cowering up at a stern looking witch with her black hair in a tight bun, who, at the moment, looked beside herself with fury. Looking around quickly, he remembered it had been four of them fighting; and it looked like the short and chubby kid he had met on the train, named Peter, had been able to brake away from the chaotic fight and was now curled up into a corner with his arms still spread over his face. It also looked like the rest of them were sporting many injuries; the boy he had punched first had a bad cut over his left eye and the boy they had brought down with them's lip was bleeding freely.

"Never, at all my time at Hogwarts, have I seen such behavior," the stern witch said, breathing hard through her nose. "Which of you is a Mr. Sirius Black?"

Slowly, cautiously, as though about to trigger some kind of explosion, he lifted his hand into the air.

"We seemed to have missed you during the sorting ceremony; which is why I came down here in the first place to find you all muggle dueling!"

They all flinched.

"How dare you, such foolish and cowardly behavior! I supposed we should give you all detention for a few weeks! But we don't even know who's your head of house yet do we?" Her lips seemed to have gotten very thin in her rage and she signaled for all of them to get up. "You shall explain your actions to Headmaster Dumbledore," she stated curtly, "Follow me."

Sirius felt his stomach writhe with a kind of horror at the trouble they'd caused and they all started to follow and then paused abruptly at the sight of Peter, still curled up against the wall.

"Er…Professor-"

"What is it?" she snapped, turning to look sharply at them.

They all sort of gestured limply at Peter, and one of the other boys slowly walked over and picked up his fallen wand.

"I suppose you all attacked him did you?" she said while striding over to look at him.

She raised her wand suddenly and they all flinched again. She gave it a small flick towards Peter and he lowered his arms from his face, apparently having regained control of his legs.

"I see you'll all have to visit the hospital wing when we're done dealing with you." She said, briskly turning back again. Feeling as though all was lost, they followed her through the rocks, onto the damp grass, and up a stone staircase to face a huge, oak front door.

Looking up at the brilliant Hogwarts castle, the witch quickly swung open the door, and they were lead through the entrance hall, passed a magnificent marble staircase, onto their right and through a pair of double doors where you could hear the many voices of the rest of school issuing from it. As they walked into the great hall, Sirius felt his jaw drop.

It was amazing; lighted by thousands of candles hanging in midair, they were led passed four long tables laid with golden plates and goblets. Looking up, he saw that the high ceiling chamber seemed to have none at all; opening up into the starry night sky. Everyone seemed to be looking curiously at the four of them, while chatting with their neighbors. They arrived at the end of the hall, at another table where a long row of teachers sat.

"Professor McGonagal," said the wizard seated in the middle, who was unmistakably the headmaster, as he stood up. They spoke for a few moments with the four boys standing nervously in front of the entire school, bruised and bloody. Then, professor McGonagal took a seat, headmaster Dumbledore remained standing and beckoned them to follow him into another room past the table. His feelings of wonder and amazement from walking into the great hall was now replaced with dread at what was coming next. expelled before term even started, and as a first year… that ought to be a record…he thought bemusedly.

After entering the small room the four of them sat down with Dumbledore's blue eyes surveying them through his half-moon spectacles.

"So, you all must be misters Black, Potter, Snape, and Pettigrew," he said looking at them each in turn, his blue eyes twinkling. Sirius saw that Potter was the boy with a cut over his eye; he had a shock of untidy and jet-black hair, hazel eyes, and looked to be rather short for his age but not close to as much as Peter. Snape was as tall as he was, with dark black eyes and longish, greasy black hair.

"I have heard enough of an explanation from Professor McGonagal, whom seems to believe you all have, excepting Mr. Pettigrew, indeed caused in enough trouble to be- if not expelled- given detention each day for the rest of the year," he said; the corners of his mouth twitched, "You should be relieved to hear, however, that I will certainly not be expelling you- yet. Though misters Snape, Black, and Potter will be receiving a weeks worth of detentions unlike Mr. Pettigrew who will be receiving only a day.

Sirius felt a wave of relief wash over him at these words; he wasn't getting expelled and detention couldn't be that bad. It might be, having to serve it with the two guys next to him though…

"Now," Dumbledore continued, "I must get back to the feast and you four are going to be the last to get sorted. There are four houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin which have all produced outstanding witches and wizards. Hopefully you will all be a credit to whichever house you are sorted into in winning the house cup this year, or at least, manage to keep out of mischief from now on." He said, looking Sirius in the eye and he could have sworn he'd given them a small smile.

Back out in the great hall; the four of them had lined up in front of the rest of the school again next to a very old looking pointed hat. He looked around at all the house tables; seeing his cousin and her friends on the far right, and the boy who had been sleeping in his compartment on his far left. Four house flags hung over the tables; scarlet with a lion, blue with an eagle, yellow with a badger, and green with a serpent.

"Black, Sirius!"

He walked forward, sat down on a three-legged stool, and stuck the old hat on his head. Immediately he felt the hat fall over his eyes and heard a small voice mumbling to itself inside his head.

"ah, friendly and loyal type, this one…much daring in him… and brave… exceptionally bright in fact…so, where shall I put you?"

Sirius thought of the entire Black family, it's motto, "Toujours Pur." His parents were expecting him to be made a Slytherin- just like them. But no, that's not who he is, he wasn't just part of the Black family…he was Sirius…

Suddenly, he heard the hat shout out its decision as the whole left side of the hall erupted with cheers.

"GRYFFINDOR!"