Declaimer: In the words of my friend, S.O.B. (Sunrise Over Boston), "Couldn't own them, so I kidnapped them. I hid them in my closet like every other fangirl. How do you like them apples JKR?"
A/N: S.O.B, see above, sent me a list of one hundred prompts. I agreed to write a fic and original story for each one. Yeah, I'm insane. Anyway, prompt 001/100, 'First'.
Sirius Black feels like he is about to wet himself with nerves. It is his first year at Hogwarts and the sorting is about to begin. Though he is relieved to see that instead of having to endure terrible curses like Bellatrix said, Sirius wishes that he didn't have to be sorted in front of the whole school.
All too soon, the woman who had introduced herself as Professor McGonagall called out, "Black, Sirius."
Trying hard not to look as terrified as he felt, Sirius walked up and sat on the stool. The hat was slipped onto his head and a voice began to croon in his ear, "Another Black, eh?"
Sirius nodded and the voice continued, "All the Blacks have been in Slytherin, but you know this already. However, this is not the time to talk of your relatives. No, today I must pick where you shall go. A sharp mind, brimming with plans, but not for self gain…but mischievous? Quite odd indeed, considering your family. Well boy, time for break tradition. Yes, you belong in…GRYFFINDOR!"
Sirius' eyes widened in shock as the hat was lifted of his head. Slowly, he slipped off the stool and towards the scarlet and gold encrusted table, from with roars of applause erupted. Imagine that, not only was he the first Black in a house other than Slytherin, but a Gryffindor. Amazing.