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The first years filed slowly and anxiously into the intricately decorated Great Hall. Hovering steadily above them were a thousand burning candles and there appeared to be no ceiling at all, just the dark night sky like a blanket draped across the heavens. There were four long tables laid with glittering golden plates and goblets which most of the hundreds of students stared at expectantly. Behind them was another table, lined with teachers, all watching the first years, smiling.

Before long Professor McGonagall stood in front of a small, wooden stool that had an ancient, filthy and torn wizards hat resting on it. To the older students amusement, when it began to sing, many first years jumped back in surprise and fright.

After the song, McGonagall, or as James muttered, Professor Minnie, took out a long piece of battered parchment and announced the first name;

"Black, Sirius."

Hands from every direction pushed a shaking Sirius forward. He didn't dare even glance at the Slytherin table, he could imagine their smug grins at getting another student, but he was determined not to give in, not to become the monster his family wanted. He was going to Gryffindor. McGonagall's mouth twitched upwards in what Sirius was sure was meant to be an empathetic, reassuring smile. Taking a deep breath he sat down on the rickety stool and placed the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Hmmm, certainly not Slytherin," Started the hat to Sirius' relief, "a good mind, I see, loyal to the core, and also brave, very brave…"

Gryffindor, please, Gryffindor thought Sirius.

"Well then, if your sure, better be GRYFFINDOR!"

Sirius smiled gratefully and made his way to the cheering table, ignoring the insults being yelled at the Slytherin table. He took an empty seat near a proud looking ghost that introduced himself as Sir Nicholas De Mimsy-Porpington and stared hungrily at his plate, waiting for the sorting to finish.

"Brown, Ethan."

"Hufflepuff!"

"Cole, Helen."

"Ravenclaw!"

"Cole, Emma."

"Ravenclaw!"

"Edgecombe, Zachery."

"Slytherin!"

Sirius was already hungry. Which, he thought, isn't saying much, he was always hungry. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he almost missed McGonagall shout in her stern old voice;

"Lupin, Remus."

After a minute of waiting for the hat to decide, Sirius began to grow agitated, and the teachers were exchanging worried glances, speaking to each other in hushed tones when finally the hat opened the tear it used as a substitute for a mouth and yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" Remus passed the hat to McGonagall and began walking to the Gryffindor table nervously, sensing the hundreds of eyes watching him. He sat down across from Sirius with a relieved smile to his friend that Sirius returned happily, thankful he at least had one friend with him.

James' sorting was much quicker, the worn sorting hat barely touched his messy black hair before bellowing Gryffindor. Sirius' table erupted into wild cheers, Remus and Sirius, who were cheering the loudest hugged each other triumphantly, both smiling radiant smiles. James strode up to the table arrogantly, winking at Lily Evans as he strutted by, who muttered to her new friends in disgust and annoyance. Across the hall, Severus Snape, who had seen the short exchange scowled in anger.

James high fived Sirius and Remus who where both shouting in ecstasy and celebration before all three turned to witness Peter falling off the stool while the hat shouted Gryffindor. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor laughed in sympathy, while Slytherin jeered and taunted him. A blushing Peter walked to his table, his head hung, to sit beside the three laughing students and whacked each on the head, murmuring inaudible threats.

When the food finally appeared, Sirius' eyes lit up in greed, and he began to pile his plate with hot, succulent meat and shoving it just as quickly into his mouth.

"So, what classes you looking forward to most?" Remus asked James.

"Transfiguration." Replied James immediately.

"Err, James, you know that's taught by McGonagall?" Peter said, genuinely concerned about his friend.

"Yes."

Peter and Sirius stared at James like he'd grown a third head.

"What?" They shouted. The great hall went silent, everyone staring curiously at them.

The four crossed their arms and stared back, until everybody had begun to talk again.

Before long the desserts had vanished and the Gryffindor first years were being led through stone corridors that were lined with old portraits and moving staircases with trick steps on them and finally stopped outside a detailed painting of a large woman with brown curly hair and a pale face.

"Password?" She said the prefects, whilst staring, intrigued, at the first years, who were currently chatting amongst themselves, too excited to remain silent.

"Hungarian Horntail." The pompous male prefect said loudly before strutting in and turning around.

They had entered a cosy, homely room with a roaring fire and comfy armchairs all in the colours of red and gold, several students sat on the edges of chairs or lay, talking in front of the red and orange dancing flames on a thick, woollen rug. Sirius liked it.

"Over there are the girls dormitories," said the prefect, pointing towards a set of winding stairs in the far corner, "and those are the boys." He pointed to a different set of winding stairs, "lights out at eight, sharp. Boys are banned from girls rooms."

The prefect marched off, leaving the first years alone.

The four glanced at each other, before sprinting to the boys dorm labelled first years, they entered a circular room with four identical beds.

"Wow, this is awesome." Said Peter, staring around happily.

"Yeah, and we can plan our pranks in peace!" Replied Sirius ecstatically.

"Why is everything about pranks with you two?" Peter said, shaking his head.

"Remus, I can't believe you played the first prank of the year. On us." James said, sulking.

"Where's Remus?" Peter asked, when no one had replied to James.

"He's asleep." Said Sirius incredulously, staring at the small, sleeping boy and grinning evilly.

Twelve hours later, Remus Lupin awoke to the loud noise of an electronic alarm clock. Whacking the sleep button, he tightly shut his eyes, trying desperately to get back to sleep, he had had the most amazing dream, he'd been sorted into Gryffindor, where he had made the three best friends he would ever have. Remus sighed sadly, it would never happen.

He opened his eyes slowly, expecting to see his bland old wallpaper and plain bed, he was surprised to see the magnificent four poster bed coloured in extravagant shades of red and gold, he got up and laughed happily. He stopped suddenly, though, when he looked into the mirror and saw his friends had drawn on his face. He had large glasses, a curly moustache, a beauty spot and some stubble.

After trying for ten long minutes to wash it off, he rounded on his friends, who were in deep slumber and grinned evilly, taking out his quill and walking over to James.

The four friends sat at the table in the great hall. Remus was laughing, admiring his artwork and the other three complaining about what Remus had done. James had a biker moustache, a thick beard and cat whiskers, Sirius had flowers and peace signs on his cheeks and Peter now reassembled a clown.

"Timetables." McGonagall walked over to the four holding timetables.

"Mr Black, here's yours." She said, pulling one out of the large stack, looking up at Sirius and dropping the stack of alphabetically arranged timetables in shock at his appearance.

Thanks for reading, I know it's a bit boring at the moment, but that because I'm still introducing stuff, it will get better. Please review, constructive criticism and any questions are welcome. I'll update soon. I'm going to develop the characters more from now on.