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A/N Final chapter in this little story.

I am Sirius Black, a Gryffindor, and at this moment I am scared out of my mind
For the first time in over five hundred years, I am a pure blood Black not in Slytherin. My mother hated that on my first day, it took the sorting hat decided to place me in the house of bravery, chivalry, and daring instead of the house where all of my family had gone, even Andromida had been a Slytherin. But not me, I was different, and I hated it.
Of course I had been a little afraid trying on the hat, with my mothers words echoing in my head.
"Good luck, Sirius, and remember, honor is one of the most important thing a Black has in this life, do not disappoint me by not being in the house of your fathers."
I nodded and hugged my brother, got scolded by my mother for not acting dignified in the platform, even though there were hundreds of parents and brothers and sisters hugging all around us, I wasn't allowed, and I got onto the platform, waiting for the journey to be over and underway.
A black haired boy named James entered my compartment, and from the moment I met him, I knew that I had found my perfect counterpart.
He was from a line of Gryffindors, I from Slytherins, he was from a line of fairly newer pure bloods who preached equality and fairness to all magical people, be it squib, pure blood, and all else in between, my family hailed from the days of King Arthur and hated almost everyone out side of their bloodline. But he didn't judge me because of my name or family heritage, and I couldn't help but laugh as he insulted my family's house and the stupid greasy haired git and the little red headed girl that came in a little after him.
But as we finally reached our destination, I began to feel apprehension, beads of sweat began pouring down my forehead. I didn't want to disappoint my mother, or the rest of my family. But I also knew I didn't want to be like them, that I wasn't like them. I would stand and fight for others rather then let others battle for themselves, that I would do what was right as opposed to doing what was necessary to win. I wasn't cunning, or sneaky, or ambitious, or anything that made a Slytherin a Slytherin.
James had sat with me in the boat, along with two other boys, one named Remus, who looked incredibly sick and kept glancing up at the sky apprehensively, and the other one named Peter, a short chubby boy who had looked more excited at being here then anything else.
"It'll be alright, mate," James told me quietly, seeing the apprehension in my eyes.
I merely glance in his direction and give him a sliver of a smile before turning my head forward looking across the black lake.
"And think about it this way," James told me, "at least it'll be done soon. I mean, you'll probably be the third or fourth one sorted. At least you don't have a name like 'Potter,' where you're almost last."
"Or Pettigrew," the short chubby one commented looking back at me and James.
Me and James looked at the boy who blushed a deep scarlet at having burst in on our conversation.
"Sorry. I'm Peter Pettigrew," he mumbled.
"James Potter," James said shaking the boys hand.
"Sirius Black," I told him also shaking his hand.
"Black?" The other boy in our boat looked back at us, eyeing me woefully. He looked disheveled, thin, almost sickly with dark blond hair, and second hand robes.
"Yes, Black, is there a problem with that?" I said somewhat coldly.
"No, no," he said hastily, "I just heard a lot about your family is all."
"Well I can assure you, I'm nothing like them or whatever other rumors you heard."
He gave me an apologetic smile, before sticking out his hand.
"Remus Lupin,"
"Sirius Black."
He gave me a smile that seemed to make his face look a lot healthier before turning to James,
"So what house do you think you'll be in?"
I look down at this point and swallow my fear once more as the talk turned to houses. Everyone but Lupin, whose mother came from Hufflepuff, all came from Gryffindors. I was the only outcast, and they all knew it.
So when Peter asked me what house I wanted to be in, I couldn't answer him.
I didn't want to disappoint my family, but at the same time, I didn't want to be like them. I didn't want to get a reputation as just another muggle born and half blood hating Black, I didn't care what blood ran through your veins, I didn't care about winning or being the best at anything.
I feel my stomach start to lurch as the first sight of Hogwarts came into view. All around me I heard gasps of surprise and excitement, but me, whose mother and father drilled every single room, from the tallest tower to the lowest dungeon, into my head over the summer, so that I wouldn't look like a fool wondering around my first year, took little notice of it, and instead focused on what I knew was coming next.
We all get off the boats and walk into the castle by single line, and my heart began beating against my chest so hard I Was sure it was going to pop out.
We walk into the entrance hall and Professor Mcgonigall is waiting for us.
My cousin Bellatrix told me all about her, but amazingly, I didn't think she looked like a muggle born loving up tight bitch. She did look, however, and my thoughts were confirmed with a smile as she told us that if we disobeyed here, we would lose house points and get in trouble, that she would be fun to mess with. I looked over at James, and his face seemed to glow with that same thought of, "I can not wait for her first class."
She opened the door and led us into the Great Hall, and I find it hard to swallow as I look towards the last long table on the right where a banner of green and silver hung, and a cold sweat breaks out as I walk by them, seeing my cousins Andromida and Narcissa all smiling at me giving me support. Bellatrix was too busy whispering to the group that sat around her who looked at her in aw, as she lifted up her robe sleeve, and I see even from a distance the mark on her arm she had gotten over the summer.
I turn back and look straight ahead as Mcgonnigall pulled out a wooden stool and the sorting hat.
"Alessandra, Katie."
I feel my fingers go numb, my heart begins racing, a cold sweat breaks out once more as five names gets called.
"Black, Sirius," she said with a little bit of spite. Not that I could blame her, the way Bellatrix talked, she had made her life hell here.
I forced my legs to move as I slowly make my way up to the little platform thing and the last thing I see is my family, even Bellatrix had stopped her chattering to watch all turned towards me, expecting the usual remark when a Black was underneath the sorting hat.
"Well, well!" the hat spoke in a surprised voice. "A Black once again! But... you are nothing like your other family members who have come before you, however. With Bellatrix, I barely touched her hair before I knew she was a Slytherin through and through."
I gripped the sides of the stool and began breathing in heavy labored breaths.
"No, nothing like the typical Black at all. You're much more daring, courageous, and I see a little bit of trickster in you as well," the hat chuckled. "Ah yes, I know just the place for you, and I must say, Mr. Black, this is the first time in over five hundred years I get to shout this out with a Black under me. You belong in...GRYFFINDOR!"
I don't know if I should shout in fear or in excitement, all I know is that when Mcgonnigall took the hat off of my head, I could barely walk to the table whose cheers were much less louder for me then they had been for the other first year who had been made a Gryffindor.
"Traitor," Bella growled at me before spitting at my feet before I walked past.
I ignored her and finally sat down at the table where scarlet and gold hangings were.
I try to take a few deeps breaths to calm my nerves. My mother will kill me, my father would dig me up, bring me back to life, beat me, then kill me again! I already saw Bella digging in her bag for parchment and a pen. to write to my mother and father.
But strangely, I didn't seem to care as much as I thought I would. Yeah she'd be mad, but what could I do? It's not like I begged to be in Gryffindor, it's not like it was my fault or anything.
Besides, I reminded myself sitting a little taller, a grin on my face, it's not like it was a bad thing to be brave or daring, or to have nerve or valor? No, hell of a lot better to be brave then to save your own skin any day.
So with another smile, I sit back and watch the rest of the sorting, excited that James also was in my house, as if there was any doubt, along with the two other guys I had met in the boat. I could tell we were gonna be cool with one another. Content and happy with being a lion, I sighed happily, knowing I was different then them and not caring.
I am Sirius Black, a Gryffindor, at heart and at mind.

So that's it. Hope you enjoyed this little story. Sorry about this chapter if it sucked, I'm not a big Sirius fan so if it was OOC or dragged on, I apologize.
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