I just want people reading this to know that I am accepting suggestions for any AU ideas they want to see happen relating to Sirius being a Slytherin. Not saying I'll write about them, but I'll definitely think about them :)

As you can see from the interactions between certain characters, butterfly wings don't affect everything! lol

Thanks to all the reviewers so far!

Sirius got his wish just a few minutes later, the rest of the sorting went by relatively quickly with 5 more students joining the Slytherin table, one of whom sat himself down next to Sirius. The latter only afforded him a quick, disgusted glance, taking in his dark greasy hair and pallid complexion. Yeah, he was a Slytherin alright. You only needed to look once to see that. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Sirius turned his attention back to the food, hurriedly piling more and more onto his plate.

Halfway through stuffing his face with a chicken drumstick, he looked up to find the Potter boy staring at him again. As he noticed Sirius look up and meet his eyes, he didn't look away, instead he offered another grin before turning to listen to the conversation of the two boys seated to his right. Sirius frowned. He was a weird one. Definitely a Gryffindor. The two had exchanged words briefly back on the train, he couldn't even remember what it was about now and he had seemed friendly enough, maybe someone he could even have become friends with, given the right opportunities. Giving a sidelong glance to the greasy boy next to him, he felt that stab of disappointment and longing again, at the thought that this was who he was likely to spend the next 7 years "befriending". He snorted, attracting some strange looks from the students sat nearby which he didn't notice. He'd rather hang out with the Hufflepuffs.

Leaning over the girl on the other side of him to get the roast potatoes, he earned a sharp shove and a snapped, "Didn't your mother ever teach you table manners?"

Shrugging as he leant over to grab the bowl, he replied, "Dunno. Stopped listening to the harpie once I turned 3."

"Sirius!" Narcissa looked shocked at his blatant disrespect while Andromeda hid a smile. Clearly it was going to take more than just being sorted into the correct house to fully tame her rebellious cousin.

Stuffing potatoes into his mouth Sirius mumbled, "So... what's your name?"

She looked disgusted as bits of potato were sprayed over the table. "Urgh... Abigail Nighthew."

The name attracted the attention of the blonde 7th year sitting with Narcissa Black. With a small smirk, Lucius spoke up, "A relation of Arman Nighthew, I presume?"

Sirius caught a flash of what looked like fear in her hazel eyes, Lucius noticed it as well and his smirk increased. "Yes, quite a respectable pureblood family." He waited until he saw her shoulders relax then added with a spiteful glint in his eye, "At least, they were. Your mother's a muggle, correct? Quite the scandal."

All eyes were on Abigail as her face reddened and she struggled to hold back tears. Watching the exchange, Sirius could feel indignation building up inside him at the shameless taunting, as well as the sniggers and judging looks from the others at the table.

"Back off, Malfoy," he warned. He meant to sound intimidating but as everyone turned to see who had dared try and order a Malfoy, his voice shook a little much to his irritation.

Abigail was looking at him as well now, clearly shocked at the intervention from the ill-mannered, scruffy boy sat next to her.

Lucius let his eyes wander up and down Sirius, as if trying to gauge whether he was a serious enough threat to respond to or not. Decision made, he gave a cold smile. "What a shame your cousin's upbringing wasn't as ... refined as yours, Cissy."

Narcissa blushed and glared at Sirius who glared straight back at her. "Don't take him seriously, Lucius. Clearly the excitement of the night has gone to his head."

Sirius gave an undignified snort and went back to his dinner and, slowly, conversations started to resume.

"Thanks," Abigail murmured, not looking him in the eye.

He shrugged. "Don't mention it. Could you pass the potatoes?"

Along with the rest of the First Years, Sirius tried hard to keep the awe off his face, preferring to look cool and casual and, along with the rest of the First Years, he failed. They came to a stop in the middle of the common room (Sirius was still majorly impressed with staying in the dungeons), where the bored looking Prefect who hadn't bothered to give his name spoke: "Girls dorms to the left, boys to the right. I don't care if you're gonna sneak into each others, just don't get caught otherwise I'll need to act like I give a damn."

A boy behind Sirius snickered, attracting the glare of the Prefect he quickly masked it as a cough.

"Right now thats over, piss off to your dorms, we don't like having First Years cluttering up the Common Room."

Eager to find out where he'd be staying for the next 7 years, Sirius followed the rest of the Slytherin boys to the right, quickly realising with a look of disgust that he was sharing a room with the greasy haired boy who'd sat next to him at the feast, along with the boy who had laughed down in the common room. A couple of other boys he recognised from the sorting but didn't know also wandered into the room behind him as he claimed the bed next to the window. Flopping down onto it, he noted with relief that it wasn't too uncomfortable; not that that would be a good thing when it came to getting out of it in the morning considering how lazy he could be. Looking up at the green curtains hanging round the bed, he let out a sigh. Things were about to get interesting.

TBC... ;)