"Lupin, Remus!"
Remus walked up the steps, trying his best to ignore the looks he was getting and stop the paranoia from killing him.
They know I'm a werewolf. They all know somehow. He thought, climbing onto the stool and feeling the Hat drop onto his head.
So you're a werewolf, big deal.
Remus gasped. "H-how did you know?"
I'm a magical hat that can sort you into a house by being on your head. It's time my boy, to just start taking these things in stride.
"R-right. I guess I-I'm just being a little paranoid." Remus said.
Well there is certainly nothing wrong with that, but I must say, I think you will not do Gryffindor justice.
Remus paused. "Why not?" He said, calmer.
Something inside of your head is telling me that Gryffindor is not the house for you. Slytherin might be.
"And why's that?" Remus said, slightly outraged. From what he had heard, Slytherins were not nice.
Why, you've got a problem with being a Slytherin I see? Shame, I had made up my mind to put you there.
"Why?"
You've got ambition. You want to prove to the world that you're not just a monster.
"But that takes bravery, doesn't it?" Remus said, eager to change the Hat's decision. "I mean, you can't be a coward and stand up for what you believe in."
That's right Mr Lupin... And that other boy I sorted... Black. You're friends with him, no?
"W-we met on the train. He was supposed to go to Slytherin."
Now, Mr Lupin, our past does not define who we are as person...
"It's what we make ourselves out to be that defines us." Remus finished. "And I just know I'm not meant to be a Slytherin. Or a Hufflepuff. Or even a Ravenclaw. Gryffindor is what I am! I am proud and brave and... and... and I'm going to show you!"
The Hat chuckled. I believe you Mr Lupin, I do. "GRYFFINDOR!" it is then.
Remus hopped off the stool, legs trembling. He saw the black haired boy from the train wave to him from the table and he went to go sit beside him.
"Good one mate!" Sirius Black said, patting him on the back.
"Thanks." Remus said, still wondering if Sirius Black would want to be his friend if he ever found out what he was. He shrugged, digging into his steak pie. He would worry about that later.
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-Taylor :)