Sirius Orion Black

Finally I had come to Hogwarts! After eleven years of waiting; eleven years of my parents choosing my friends for me; eleven years of being told all Muggles and Muggleborns were scum, and nine years of being in the shadow of my perfect little brother Regulus. No, Regulus was ok, he did listen to my mother and father and he had picked up all the pureblood mania rubbish that my parents came out with but it wasn't his fault, bless him. With the constant bombardment of anti Muggle propaganda my parents drilled into us, anyone would believe it, he didn't know anything else. However Dromeda (my older cousin) and I, we were strong minded. No one was going to tell us what to do.

From a young age I had defied my parents and gone against their will. I had played with the Muggle children, been fascinated by Muggle machinery, wore Muggle clothes and listened to Muggle music. So what if they said I was going to become a blood traitor! That was my new aim. My family were all deranged (with the exception of Dromeda). Especially my lovely cousin Bellatrix; she was really mental. Her only ambition was to join Voldemort. That's what my parents wanted me to do, but I would never – I'd rather die. They thought that if I got sorted into Slytherin, being surrounded by people my age who had their stupid pure blood views would help me see 'the light'. Not a chance. I didn't intend to be sorted into Slytherin.

I stood besides James Potter. He seemed alright; he liked Quidditch, he was quite cocky like me and we had a laugh about Snivellus. I think he liked me, or at least hoped. What was even better was that he was a 'blood traitor', which would really annoy my parents. James smirked at me, his jet black hair was all ruffled, and his hazel eyes shone with mischief behind the rounded glasses. He looked over to where Lily and Snivellus stood. Lily was extremely pretty; she had long ginger hair that went down to her waist and bright green eyes. Snivellus however was a greasy haired, hooked nosed freak. James looked back at me and raised his eyebrows and I knew exactly what he meant.

"Black, Sirius." Professor McGonagall called. According to Dromeda she was really strict and hated all Slytherins and now that she was Deputy Head she was going to be worse than ever, but adults didn't scare me – I lived to disobey rules. James patted me on the back and whispered to me, "Good luck mate, not that you need any. Gryffindor here we come."

I smiled at him before walking up to the front and sitting on the small stool. McGonagall placed the hat on my tangle of jet black hair. It spoke quietly into my ear, "A Black, I see."

"Yeah, but don't just put me into Slytherin because of my name. That wouldn't be fair!" I thought annoyed that even a hat was going to judge me by my surname.

"I wasn't going to. I don't just place people because of their family, for instance I considered placing your cousin into Hufflepuff." It said. It wasn't big news; I had thought that Dromeda might get into Hufflepuff, but thank Merlin she didn't, her parents would have killed her, seriously, they were worse than mine!

"Can I just go in Gryffindor? I'm brave and loyal, or at least to people who deserve it!" I thought annoyed that it was taking this long to get sorted! It wasn't that hard to call out Gryffindor.

"Funny, that's the sort of thing a Slytherin would say." The hat said. This really hit a nerve.

"I'M NOT A SLYTHERN!" I thought, "Come on, I'm not that cunning, or that manipulative, or that ambitious! But I am brave, loyal, good-natured and bold! I don't want to be evil. I don't want to become a Death Eater."

"And you think I'm the one judging you! Anyway let's just get on with it." the hat said.

"GRYFFINDOR!" it shouted. Thank Merlin for that! I was in Gryffindor! I was ecstatic, no more constant rants about Muggles and Muggleborns. I looked over to the lines of first years and smiled wildly at James. He smiled back as I went to take my place with the Gryffindors.

The Slytherins were all in a state of shock, they'd all been expecting me to be there and the look on Bellatrix's face was absolutely priceless! Narcissa looked completely baffled but Dromeda just looked worried for me. I was dead meat at home, once my parents found out, which was going to be pretty soon. Bellatrix was angry now but when she was going to tell my parents she was going to be practically jumping with glee. I however had no time to worry about that. I sat being welcomed into my house.

The Gryffindors all seemed nice enough, even if most of them were also in the same state of shock the rest of the rest of the Great Hall were in. It wasn't everyday a Black got into Gryffindor, but I wasn't just any Black…