thanks so much to all my reviewers, youre all awesome. ok, i cant reply to you right now because im having issues finding the review again (please dont ask why, just keep in mind that i have an ongoing war with all computors) but to all of you who asked me to hold up my end of the bargain and give out chocolate ship cookies/ice cream sundaes...can i give you brownies instead? i just made a batch today, and they are really good, i used butterscotch chocolate chips. mmm....sorry. heres the post:

James finally made it to the breakfast table just as the post arrived (Remus had abandoned him long ago, worrying that he might not get to eat breakfast if he waited much longer for James.). An owl swooped down to each of the four boys, but their reactions were all completely different.

James read his letter and smirked, waving it around and saying: "They said they knew I was gryffindor stuff, there was no doubt about it in their minds that I would get into the best house at Hogwarts."

Sirius snorted at this, but didn't say anything. He was to busy frowning at the letter in his hands, seeming to get more and more upset at each line. This made james extremely curious as to what was in the letter.

Remus was ingrossed in a foot long piece of parchment his parents had sent him (how do they have that much to write already? We've only been gone for a day-thought james), lookinga little homesick, but smiling nonetheless.

Peter read his note quickly, and when he put it down he was positively beaming. "they said that they are so proud of me for getting into gryffindor that they're going to buy me a pet! Can you imagine? I think I'll ask for a cat..." James leaned over to read Peter's note and grinned. The word "gryffindor" was written in a different ink, making him think that Peter's parents had written the note beforehand and were planning on sending it with the house name put in minutes before no matter which house Peter got into. James decided not to spoil this for Peter though.

Sirius stood up suddenly, a worried look on his face. He walked out of the great hall without a word, looking a little to...regal...for james' taste. Remus looked up, startled, and then eyed the plate of waffles that Sirius had left behind hungrily. "Well, seeing as there are no waffles left, and he doesn't look like he's coming back anytime soon..." and the thin boy promptly dug in. James just rolled his eyes, and peter smothered a giggle.

Sirius walked along the corridor towards his first class. He was a little nervous, but his nervousness was pushed aside as he thought of the letter.

Boy,

Now that was a bad sign. Not Sirius, not son, just boy.

As the heir to the black fortune, you have a reputation to uphold. We sent you to Hogwarts rather than Durmstrang in the hopes that with the help of your cousins you would learn how to deal with such atrocities as mudbloods and halfbloods.

Uh oh. They weren't thinking of sending him to Durmstrang now, were they? No, they couldn't, it had to be too late. It had to!

And then you go and get yourself put into gryffindor! Not slytherin, not even ravenclaw! At least in ravenclaw you could have excused it as meaning you are extremely intelligent, but there is no way to lessen the horror of GRYFFINDOR!

Sirius grimaced. It wasn't his fault! It was the stupid hat! He wanted to be in slytherin!

Didn't he?

We shall talk to Dumbledore immediately in the hopes of securing you a spot in slytherin before it is too late and the damage is irreparable, but already it is unlikely that they will ever truly accept you back.

This was the part that worried Sirius the most. Not his parents coming to talk with Dumbledore; no, that didn't bother him in the least. But his friends, his good friends who had managed to make their families proud by being placed in the right house; they wouldn't drop him, would they.

Yes, they would. He knew that, but couldn't accept it. Surely his closest friends, at least, would understand. They wouldn't leave him over something as stupid as their Hogwarts houses. Would they?

Until then, we expect you to be on your best behavior, don't give Head of Slytherin House Malvolio any more reasons not to accept you. Don't consort with any filth, we will hear of it if you do.

Yeah, his damn cousins would tell!

When you get home, we will sort you out once and for all.

Shit. Well, so much for a merry Christmas. Ah, well, his parents usually managed to take all the fun out of it anyway, this year it'll just hurt more. Oh, fun.

a/n: alright, if i dont update tomorrow, i will probably by next sunday. weekends are easiest for me, so you probably shouldnt expect any over the week.