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Now without further ado, on to chapter 3!
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Gryffindor
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"Gryffindor!" The hat proclaimed, and across the Gryffindor table, whoops and cheers erupted amidst a storm of applause.
Sirius Black thought he was going to die.
There's no way. No. Way. The hat must be wrong. It had to be wrong. He was a Black, the heir. He was supposed to be in Slytherin. It was that simple.
But instead, the dark-haired boy was being ushered off the stool and over to a long table, seated at which, was none pther than that idiot boy from the train and his quiet friend. Brilliant he fumed. I'm stuck in a house with that….filth. Taking a seat somewhat apart from the other students, cobalt eyes cast a longing look to the furthest table. Gazing right back at him, with equally shocked expressions, were Lucius and Bellatrix. While Malfoy looked taken aback, Bellatrix's expression was of outright fury.
The sudden weight of it hit him like a rock. There was no way he'd be able to prove himself now. Sirius was already dwarfed by his younger brother's shadow, and now his one chance to stand out was stolen away from him by some stupid hat. No. He told himself firmly. I'm a Black. I can get over this. Pushing back the overwhelming feelings of failure, he set his face with a look of determination, and turned back to inspect his new housemates.
Potter's friend…..Remus, his brain supplied, was watching him evenly. Honey colored eyes regarded him without any hint of malice, but instead, mild curiosity. Had Sirius not been so caught off guard, he would have managed an arrogant glare, but something about that look was disarming.
"Hi there!" a squeaking voice interrupted his thoughts, and Sirius whirled around to find the source of the noise. Beside him sat a small, mousey looking boy with greenish-blue eyes that peered out from under a mop of blond hair. "I'm Peter" He smiled nervously, "Peter Pettigrew." Across from the new boy, James smiled, extending his hand. "Hey Peter. I'm James Potter, and this here, is Remus Lupin." Sirius watched as the brown-eyed boy shook hands with smaller boy. "It's a pleasure."
"And what's your name?" Peter questioned, confidence obviously boosted by the warm welcome. Sirius rolled his eyes, face wrinkling up in annoyance.
"Anyway, Peter" Remus interrupted, trying to draw the attention away from the irritated brunette. "Are you ready for the feast? I've heard it's spectacular."
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Sirius followed the group up the winding staircases, standing closer to the back of the cluster, not yet ready to accept the whole "bonding experience." As the students slowly filed into their new common room, Sirius loosed his tie and brushed past the gawking faces, making his way to the boy's dormitory, eager for time to himself.
He needed some time to sort out a game plan and figure out what he was supposed to do with himself now. Plopping down on the bed by the window, he laid back and folded his arms behind his head. Now was not the time to be making enemies, especially in his own house. He was going to be stuck with these people for the next seven years, may as well make the most of it.
Heaving a sigh, Sirius hefted himself up and tied his hair up in a messy ponytail. Looking around, at the other beds, he noted that the bed closest to his was Lupin's, and to his right Potter, next to Potter, Pettigrew. Great. Just great.
Sirius shook his head, standing up and heading back down to the common room. In front of the fireplace was none other than James Potter, completely engrossed in a chess game against the mousey boy from earlier with Remus next to him, quietly whispering hints.
The dark-haired boy wandered over just as James' knight took Peter's rook, and blond groaned in defeat. Hazel eyes left the game and fixed on Sirius with an expectant look, almost daring him to say something. Sirius smirked inwardly at the black eye slowly making it's presence known on the left side of James' face. At the sudden silence, Remus and Peter looked up, and seeing the two boys deadlocked, waited for the explosion.
"Nice bruise." Sirius stated simply, face neutral.
"Same to you." James responded evenly, waiting to gauge the other's reaction.
At that, Sirius couldn't help the genuine smile that broke out over his face, as he reached up and grazed his fingers over his swollen cheek.
"You think so? Yeah, it's quite the battle scar. Quiddich you know? Deadly sport." James laughed openly, any trace of anger gone in a flash. "I hear ya. Bludger damn near took my head off." Sirius grinned, and James motioned to a nearby seat, one hand going up to ruffle already messy hair.
"Here, have a seat. We met on the train right?" James smiled innocently as Sirius plopped down, scooting over.
"Yeah. I'm Sirius. Sirius Black."
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