Hogwarts for the Marauders

Chapter 8 The sorting of Sirius Black

"Let the Sorting begin!"
The hall broke into a thunderous applause as the headmaster took his place and professor McGonagall placed the three legged stool on the platform and turned to face the mob of students.

"I shall call the names of the students, and upon being called please step up and sit down on the stool, so that I can place the sorting hat upon your head and you can be sorted into your respective houses."

"The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room." Professor McGonagall said looking at all the first years.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours."

With that said, kept the battered hat, which she had earlier called the Sorting hat, on the stool and unrolled the parchment she was carrying. But as she opened her thin lips to announce the first name, a slit opened in the rim of the hat instead and a high pitched song erupted from its ends.

"Castle of Hogwarts welcomes y'all-
From fickle firsties to sinful year sevens,
But before I sort, I must recall
Why I was given a place in the wizarding haven!"

"Did the grandpa hat just called us fickle firsties!! It's a mark of shame on our noble heads!" Bellowed Sirius Black from his spot between Remus and James, as several first year girls around started to giggle.

"Many many years ago, there lived four;
Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Gryffindor.
This school they started to teach wizardry and witchcraft;
In the ocean of time, magic's steady raft.

Slytherin wanted this creation pure,
Only students of pure blood he desired so.
Henceforth the need for me arose;
My judgement, sure to be fair and just.

So here I sit after my year long slumber
To sort the little ones of whom I shall,
Assign each house a deserving number,
Where you shall find a dear pal.

Brave and chivalrous demanded the Gryffindor chap;
Ravenclaw valued knowledge like gem-royal;
Slytherin bloke took ambitious and those full of mishap;
While the Hufflepuff settled with kind and loyal.

Before you tuck into your meal
Let me start to sort and pick.
My weight on the head, each young one shall feel
And I shall announce which house each one fits,
One of destiny's own sweet magic tricks!"

There was again a round of applause, as the song ended and the Sorting​ hat once again became an ordinary accessory.

Once again, professor McGonagall opened her parchment and this time,
"Aubrey, Bertram."

A small, squeaky looking boy, gazed up at her and with nervous looks walked upto the stool. As soon as the hat touched his head, it shouted, "Hufflepuff!"

The list continued, and as it grew the butterflies in Sirius's stomach fluttered uproariously. In a matter of a few minutes, he would be the one on that stool with the Sorting hat on his head, and his fate would be decided forever. He didn't want to be in Slytherin. Not only because he couldn't stand to become like them, but also he didn't want to be associated with them anymore. Maybe he could go in Hufflepuff, like his cousin Andromeda. Her parents didn't disown her, so maybe his wouldn't too.

"Belby, Smith."

Sirius watched again as a plump round boy climbed up the steps and below the hat.

"Ravenclaw!" Cried the hat.

It's me next.

"Black, Sirius." Professor McGonagall announced. Several eyes looked up, most from the Slytherin table, to look at him, as Sirius walked up to the professor who was holding the hat up, waiting for him to slide underneath. He didn't even realise that he hadn't moved at all after his name had been called, when James nudged him and beckoned him to go further.

Sirius trudged slowly and slid beneath the hat, looking around nervously as he saw Andromeda giving him a thumbs up and Bellatrix snickering behind her sister.

When the hat was finally placed upon his head, the tear near the rim, which he had seen before when the hat had sung the song, opened again.

"Hmmm, another Black it is. Not been long that I sorted one in Slytherin. You can do well there too, I suppose. That lust, yes, I can see it. The lust to prove yourself is prominent. Oh, but you are brave, so very brave. That could not have been said about your father, now. So, hmmm, where shall I place you?"

"Anywhere but Slytherin, please, anywhere but there. I am brave, I promise I am brave. Please anywhere but that filthy green place."

"Well, well, then you better be Hufflepuff, I put one of your blood there. But then again, you are such a talent. The thirst to prove yourself, aha, so so wonderful. Slytherin can make you great. But, don't I like breaking traditions. Better be in GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted the last word out loud.

As soon as the word was out of its mouth (or rather a tear in its face), the hall went unbearably silent. Each and every pair of eyes was set upon the eleven year old boy sitting there, surprised, at this sudden announcement.

And then there was a ear-splitting applause as the Gryffindor table and James Potter started hooting and applauding. A satisfied looking Sirius Black, hopped up from his place and almost glided across to the Gryffindor table, his face breaking into a charming smile.

In his happiness, he didn't notice the dagger that were being shot at him from the eyes of his fellow Slytherin cousins.

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