jealousy, jealousy || james potter

two

the young children were now gathered in the great hall, waiting to be called up for the sorting hat.

"black, adahara" professor mcgonagall called out

adhara walked up to the stool and sat down as mcgonagall placed the hat on her head, "it's adhara" the girl corrected.

the hat didn't wait even a second after being sat on top of the girls curly locks to start talking, "another black, eh? no doubt to be in slytherin house- but i see great things done with bravery and courage. although, slytherin would be a great fit, i see some ambition in this great mind. i know, GRYFFINDOR!"

adhara's ears suddenly cancelled out all other noise around her, other than the terrible ringing sound of which her ears had produced. it was as if there was nobody in the room other than her. she swallowed the lump which had grown in her throat, as her hearing slightly came back.

the people surrounding the four tables looked shocked, given that a black had never been sorted into anything other than slytherin before, but there was some clapping, coming from the odd dozen people around the large hall.

her eyes went straight to her brothers grey ones, both pairs of eyes which had locked onto one another's were both filled with worry, and panic.

she hopped off of the stool, and slowly walked down the steps, and made her way over to the table which had a lion banner hanging above it, that was falling from the ceiling. she was about to begin thinking about what the consequences of being sorted into this 'filthy blood-traiting' house, as her mother would put it, when she heard something much more important.

"black, sirius!"

the raven haired boy gulped, nervous. knowingly that if he got placed in slytherin, he wouldn't get as much of a punishment than he would if it were gryffindor. but then again, what did he care for his mother's thoughts. even though he didn't care for else's thoughts, he didn't want to get hurt, so he filled his mind with as much slytherin, dark, blood supremacist, noble house of black-ish things as possible.

he sat on the stool, having the old ragged hat placed on his own head. the hat moved around slightly, thinking for a moment, as if it were registering who's head he was sat on.

"another black. surely i should put you in slytherin - but i see no traits of a slytherin, only courage, chivalry, and determination." sirius knew what that meant. he was going to get the color of passionate love and adventure spread across his robes in a short moment, much like his twin sister. he gulped, hoping that it was a hoax, or that he'd wake up soon; and it'd all turn out to be a bad dream. but no, that's not how things go, "there's no questioning it.... GRYFFINDOR!!"

there was a smidge more applause than there was for adhara, but still barely any. he made his way over to the table where his worried sister sat, a sweat breaking from nerves, making his hair begin to stick to his forehead.

he sat on the same bench, next to his sister. moving his hand down to where his sisters was shaking below the bench, he cupped her hand, trying to tell her that everything would be okay. even if he knew that it wouldn't, he needed his sister to be alright. he needed to be alright.

"calm down, addy. it's gonna be fine." he reassured, quietly.

she shook her head, "how is it going to be fine when bellatrix is sending death glares at me, and you.."

sirius looked over to the slytherin table, and saw that their cousin, bellatrix, was indeed, sending them threatening glares. he swallowed the lump that had built in his throat, once again, as he began to stress, much like adhara.

"hey" an older gryffindor whispered, he gave them a small smile, "you're goin' to be fine. your parents aren't here. they can't do anything, even if your family is here, you can avoid them. you're safe at hogwarts. you're safe in gryffindor.."

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