Marauder HeadCanons

Sorting

Sirius Black had long ago resigned himself to the fact that he was from a long-line of Slytherins. He almost hoped that he wouldn't be when he met the Potter boy on the train. but ultimately hethought it was inevitable. best to just enjoy the train ride and worry about houses later. When he donned the hat he didn't know what to make of its seemingly surprised murmurings or the way it sighed and said he wouldn't do well in Slytherin. His heart pounded as it said Gryffindor was undoubtedly for him but then sank at its waming that its decision would cause a commotion: he knew what his cousins would think. When Gryffindor was cried out loud, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the final confirmation that he was as different to his family as he had always felt. He took his seat to scattered applause and whispers, but he held his head high and — only a little late — the Gryffindor table exploded with noise. growing only louder when their original cheers failed to cover the shocked hisses of Slytherin.

Remus Lupin was almost positive that he would be a Ravenclaw like his dad. He enjoyed reading and leaming and was told by his parents that he was clever, though he had no real comparison. He couldn't imagine being sorted anywhere else. Ravenclaw just seemed logical. He was surprised when the hat pointed out that he didn't love leaming for leamings sake, citing books as something he hid behind. When he questioned it, not meaning to but unable to stop the train of thought once it begun, the hat had agreed that he would do well in Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff too for that matter, but they weren't where he would do best. He didn't know what to do when he was asked if he had a strong preference. but he that supposed he didn't, it just honestly hadn't occurred to him that he wouldn't be in Ravenclaw. Remus was even more surprised by the surge of pride he felt when the hat announced Gryffindor. He couldn't help but beam as he slid onto the bench beside the boy he'd met on the train, who tore worried eyes from the Slytherin table before erasing the agitation on his face with an easy grin.

Peter Pettigrew felt like Hufflepuff would be the way to go. Each of the other houses came with expectations whose weight he felt would crush him - he didn't feel like he could live up to any of them. He couldn't have been more surprised by the hats deliberation between Gryffindor and Slytherin -he'd never thought himself to possess either houses' traits. The hat took a long time. marveling that these were not two houses it often had to choose between before Peter asked for Hufflepuff. The hat had decided then, agreeing he would be sorted to Hufflepuff if he truly wanted. but Gryffindor was more appropriate. It ended the monologue inside his head by teasing that if he wasn't brave enough to accept Gryffindor, he didn't belong there anyway. Something flared inside Peter at that. and he firmly insisted that he was definitely brave enough to accept and he was accepting. actually. With that. the hat had shouted Gryffindor for all to hear. and he was pleased to go and sit by two boys he'd met on the train, both of whom had seemed surprised by their sorting too. He joined them in hoping the fourth boy they'd spent the joumey with would join them.

James Potter never doubted that he'd be a Gryffindor. It wasn't because it was his father's house and he expected it of his son, nor because his Slytherin mother had smiled and told him she hoped he was in Gryffindor too. James just felt like it was right. He had already studied the history of Hogwarts and its founders with his mother and early on and he knew with all the certainty an eleven year old boy has that that was where he belonged. The hat however. laughed when he put it on. James had challenged it. told it they both knew he was destined for Gryffindor. Chuckling the hat had agreed that yes. he was indeed destined for Gryffindor. but not for the reasons he thought. nor because he expected or demanded it. It told him that in time he would find out why it was that he belonged there. James had retorted that he already knew thanks as the hat cried Gryffindor and he hopped off the stool and rushed to join the three boys he'd met on the train. He made Remus move so he could squeeze in by Sirius and grinned at all of them because he'd already known on the train that they'd get along and them all being in the same house was beyond perfect.

Two days later. all four of the boys received letters from home.
James had snatched eagerly at his, knowing how pleased his dad would be with his sorting. He knew he was going to live up to his houses expectations and he read his parents letter of congratulations grinning around a slice of toast.
Remus smiled at his parents expression of pride in his sorting, knowing that was more his dads pride as his mum, who wasn't a witch, had whispered with a wink on the platform before he left that she couldn't care less. He blushed a little when his dad's words said that they really should have known because he'd shown nothing but courage since he was four years old. Folding the letter, he slipped it into his robes to reply to later. "I take it your parents are pleased," he smiled at Peter. who was practically bouncing in his seat as he read. "Why wouldn't they be" James retorted around his jam toast, frowning like he genuinely couldn't imagine someone not being pleased with Gryffindor. Peter agreed. beaming from ear to ear. "they're a bit surprised. but
they're really pleased, I'm the first Gryffindor for generations,"
Remus was disfticted from replying by the sound of lipping paper. The three of them looked to the opposite side of the bench to find Sirius shredding his letter.
"What's up," James asked, startled. but before any of them could do anything more Sirius had stood up, tumed tail and walked out. Remus could hhave sworn he saw tears in his eyes. and none of them missed the sneers received from a group of older Slytherin's as he headed out.
---- A.N.- comment ways to make this end happily?
- Please don't tell me if these are wrong unless you have actual proof, as I said in the bio, these are canons