Jamie Potter - Marauders Era (Rewritten)

The Sorting Ceremony

01/09/1971

The large doors opened to reveal a tall, thin women in long green robes and a matching cap that sat on her tight, grey bun.

"Hello Auntie Minnie!" The twins called out, waving to the women who sighed and beckoned the first years inside.

"In a moment, you will be taken into the Great Hall to be sorted into your houses. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin. Your house will be your family for the next seven years," Professor McGonagall explained.

"Is she really your Auntie?" Sirius whispered once McGonagall had disappeared through another large door.

"No, she's our Godmother," Jamie answered.

"Woah, we'll be able to get away with loads!" Sirius grinned.

"Unlikely, she knows what we're like, she'll keep an eye on us," James said sadly.

"Right you are, James," the professor's voice called as she entered the hall once more. "Follow me, first years."

Stepping through the grand doors into the Great Hall was nerve-racking for the first years as they wondered where they would be placed and how - the twins worrying more so about whether or not they would be separated.

"Woah, l-look at the sky!" Peter called out, leading to everyone looking up the the roof that showed the night sky.

"I read about that in Hogwarts: A History!" Remus said, "it's enchanted!"

"It looks amazing!" Jamie smiled.

"Reckon mum will do that to our room?" James smirked back.

"Nah, probably not."

"Look at how many people are here!" Sirius exclaimed, looking around the hall at the four, long tables that were full of students, all of various ages. The bright colours that adorned their robes set the houses apart as the first years looked to the table they hoped to be sitting at soon. Each table watched the first years as a low buzz filled the room as each table wondered how many they would receive this year.

Finally reaching the front of the hall, the first years spread out in a sort of line to look  at the small, wooden stool that McGonagall had placed in front of them, an old, brown wizard in hat resting upon it.

"Is that how we're going to be sorted?" A boy in the crowd whispered.

What looked to be a tear in the fabric, opened wide like a mouth and began to sing a song that confused the first years who couldn't focus on the words, only on the fact that the hat was singing.

"The hat is singing James,"Jamie mumbled in confusion, leaning into his side. His mouth hanging open, he didn't reply to her as his eyes were glued to the hat.

After a moment, the hat stopped singing and the first name was called. The lost continued until:

"Black, Sirius."

The Slytherin table clapped, as if they knew he was going to be sorted their. The long-haired boy sat on the stool nervously as the hat was placed over his head and fell to just above his mouth. Sirius seemed to whisper something to the hat after a moment, a protest of some sort or a suggestion.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat finally called out.

"Blood traitor."

"A black? In Gryffindor!"

Slurs continues to spout from the Slytherin table but Sirius held his head high, threw the hat onto the stool and marched proudly to the Gryffindor table. A direct act of rebellion towards his family.