Short Summary: Three purebloods are sorted into Gryffindor! A story of the fifth boy in the Marauder's Gryffindor year.

Long Summary: When Sirius Black is sorted into Gryffindor, everyone is surprised. He's a Black, after all. But Derek Fugue, Sirius Black, AND James Potter? Many people are shocked with this latest development. But Derek Fugue is not exactly… "repentant" of his family's ways. The story of the fifth boy in the Marauder's Gryffindor year.

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The Sorting.

Everyone was always nervous at the Sorting. Minerva McGonagall was new to the position of Assistant Headmistress at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she was the most nervous of them all. The other teachers were mildly nervous, hoping to be blessed with another year without any huge prankers. The previous group, who had named themselves the "Floaters", because they had never been caught in all of their seven years, had finally graduated and were released upon an unsuspecting world. Naturally, they didn't want to repeat the experience. The three other Heads of House were no exception, and were almost as nervous as Minerva was.

Dumbledore simply chuckled to himself. What were they nervous about? That this year would be no more boring than the seven that had come before it? No; that wasn't fair. They were worried about non-boring things happening within the school's walls. Without, well, that was a different story, and even beginning to take on that subject had Dumbledore's slight smile fade from his hidden lips. Tom… Dumbledore wasn't very happy that a former prefect of Hogwarts was gathering all of the known practitioners of the Dark Arts.

He rapped his knuckles on the Head Table twice. Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was rallying a lot of the disgruntled purebloods behind him in his quest for the Dark Arts. The only thing that Dumbledore did not know about the plans Tom was making was why he was doing it all. Why did he hate muggles and muggle-born witches and wizards, or even half-bloods? He was a half-blood himself! He grew up in a muggle orphanage…

A muggle orphanage that he did not enjoy. He did not have an easy childhood… Dumbledore knew that. He remembered the Chamber of Secrets fiasco, and that poor girl's death that resulted. He had been a Transfiguration professor and Head of Gryffindor House and… well… he had Minerva's job. So there was nothing he could do about the fact that he was one hundred percent sure that Rubeus had not opened the Chamber. It didn't stack with the legend, for one thing, and it didn't stack with the creature that Riddle saw running into the Dark Forest. Since that year, the students had begun to call the forest that surrounded the castle the Forbidden Forest, which made perfect sense to Dumbledore, as it was Forbidden to all students. But…

Dumbledore shook his head to clear it. Minerva had finally finished leading the new first years to the Head Table at the front of the Great Hall. All of the first years wore similar expressions. There was one girl on the far side with brown hair that was looking around at the ceiling with pure awe on her face. This brought the slight smile back to Dumbledore's lips; the one that caused his eyes to sparkle mischievously. Curiosity was such a pleasure in children. It was the reason he had become a teacher in the first place. He loved to watch people learn. Most of the faces held awe in some form, but there were a few that didn't.

A child with slick, black hair did not look at anything except for Dumbledore himself. When the two caught eyes, the child did something interesting. Unlike most pureblood children that Dumbledore had seen that did not come into the Great Hall impressed on their first time, who made their dislike for the Headmaster obvious, this one simply looked at him. Measuring him… This caused Dumbledore's smile to return again for a moment. An interesting development, perhaps there would be something that this boy would do that would surprise him.

There were four other children from well known pureblood families. Three of them, everyone knew. With the Potters being very well known for their work in bringing pureblood, halfblood, and muggle-born witches and wizards together in friendship, their son James's entrance to Hogwarts was almost newsworthy. James looked around the Great Hall with interest. He had a keen eye, and when he noticed that Dumbledore was looking at him, he smiled. Dumbledore moved on to the other two of the well-known members of pureblood families. They were both from the illustrious house of Black, which did not, however, have the exact same reputation as the Potters, though they were no less famous. Bellatrix Black was from one branch of the family, while Sirius Black was from another. Unlike James, Dumbledore reserved his judgment as to what kind of people they would be. He simply did not have enough information about either of them, and some of the things he did know, he wasn't sure he believed yet.

The fourth child was not as famous as the other three children. With a Potter, two Blacks, and even the other pureblooded child, this one could easily be overlooked. Dumbledore always made sure that he did not overlook anything, much less something someone else would overlook, he moved his gaze to rest on the last boy. His brown hair was messy, though it didn't compare to the messiness that James's was able to attain. His dark brown eyes showed a glint of pride. Pride in his blood? Pride that… oh, this was that boy. His name was Derek Fugue, and he was the first in his family that was accepted into Hogwarts, as his elder brother was a Squib. Naturally, a pure-blooded family could not keep a Squib on the books, so Theodore Fugue was… well, no longer a Fugue.

Minerva tapped the scroll she was holding in her hand for the attention of the students. Little did she know that Dumbledore also was grabbed by this little gesture. Her nervousness was not showing at all, Dumbledore was proud to note, and he settled back into his chair to listen to the Sorting.

"When I call your name," Minerva began, her gaze sweeping all of the first years with almost enough force to put them in a dustbin, "You will step forward and sit on this stool." She pointed unnecessarily at the stool that stood between the first years and the Head Table. The Sorting Hat was perched upon it, looking relaxed, though worn. "And put the hat on. It will Sort you into your Houses." When she was finished, she stepped back. The rest of the Hall, save the first years, leaned forward staring at the hat. Dumbledore was included, and it was because Dumbledore was looking at the hat that the first year students slowly began to look at it. After everyone in the Hall had been looking at it for a good five seconds of dead silence, the rip in the brim opened up and burst into song, startling the first years.

Welcome to Hogwarts!
I always say
To those who are new here
And have come to stay

So do not be afraid
You are truly welcome here
All of you, every one
Have nothing to fear

Four Houses there are
Formed long ago
By Four Founders
Who loved learning so

Godric Gryffindor was the one
Who first brought it up
To make a place of learning
And build from the ground up!

His bravery was unmatched
His power was great
So he picked students like him
Who's power did not hate

Rowena Ravenclaw wanted only
To teach the students with the longing
A wish to learn and a curiosity
For the art of learning

So she joined Gryffindor
Choosing the ones that fit
The image that in her mind
Was a great big hit!

Salazar Slytherin, a friend
Of both of the others
Wanted to teach those
Who would not hide under the covers

Ambition and Cunning
Are the traits he looked for
In his witches and wizards
And he took those who did not bore

Helga Hufflepuff heard of her friend's school
And she knew that she would not be left out
For she wanted to teach those the others did not
(She didn't like to see anyone pout!)

The one thing that she required
Was a loyalty
A strong bond that all need
Even royalty!

So I am here to tell you
Which House will do you well
So put me on for a while
And you'll learn to cast my spell!

And with that, the Hat was finished. Only a split-second later, the Great Hall burst into applause. The first years seemed a bit stunned by the display, especially the fact that the Sorting Hat was now bowing to the Great Hall's applause. In short order, Minerva brought the scroll out from under her arm and removed the seal and opened it. Silence returned to the Hall instantly.

"Avery, Joseph," Minerva called out to the silent Hall. The Sorting had begun.

"SLYTHERIN!" The Hat called, and the boy headed over to that table, which had just erupted into applause. The other House tables clapped politely.

"Black, Bellatrix," Minerva called, and the first years began to settle into a less apprehensive wait.

"SLYTHERIN!" The Hat shouted.

"Black, Sirius."

As Sirius put the hat on, Dumbledore knew immediately that he wasn't going into the same House as his cousin. He was too nervous, and he fidgeted as he argued inwardly with the Hat. Dumbledore was interested in what the Sorting Hat said to his students, but he had never asked. They were very private thoughts that the Hat often looked into when figuring out which House the student belonged to. So, though Dumbledore did not yet know why Sirius was sorted into "GRYFFINDOR!" he knew that he would find out in time.

Though Sirius was surprised, he seemed slightly relieved at the Sorting Hat's pronouncement. His cousin glared daggers at him from the Slytherin table, as did his other cousin, who was a year older: Narcissa Black. He took no notice of either one and turned to watch the Sorting.

The next few students were Sorted through quickly, and without incident. Once "Evans, Lily" had been sorted into "GRYFFINDOR!" Dumbledore looked at Derek's haughty stare. As his name was called, Derek did not have a facial reaction. He simply walked forward and put on the Hat and sat on the stool. He was there for a full minute without moving a muscle when he suddenly blanched. Dumbledore couldn't see his face, but from Minerva's slight raise of the eyebrows, he knew that Derek wasn't getting what he was expecting. Another minute passed, and then Derek gave an infinitesimal nod. It was so slight, that Dumbledore was sure that had he been able to see his face, he wouldn't have noticed the head move at all.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the Hat proclaimed to the Hall. Dumbledore clapped along with everyone else, though in some places the clapping was very subdued. That was two purebloods to Gryffindor, and both were not entirely expected by anyone. A very pale Derek walked over to the Gryffindor table. Sirius, mildly surprised to see him there, shook his hand, albeit a bit stiffly. Dumbledore made a mental note of that, as well as Narcissa Black's scowl, and returned to the Sorting.

The other two pureblood boys were looking at the Gryffindor table confused. James Potter seemed rather interested in the current situation, and seemed to simply wonder what would happen next. Severus Snape did not seem to be very happy with the current events. He glared at Sirius and Derek as "Gordon, Amy" was Sorted into "HUFFLEPUFF!" He turned back to the procession, but he looked a little more pale than he had been to begin with.

More and more children were sorted into their Houses. "Kosh, Sarah," "Lander, Kelly," "Lupin, Remus," and "Pettigrew, Peter" joined the Gryffindor group that everyone seemed to be clamoring about. Finally, it came to "Potter, James."

To no one's surprise, the Hat had barely touched his head when it announced to the Hall that he was going to join the "GRYFFINDOR!"s.

After "Riley, Joseph" became a Ravenclaw and "Ross, Helga" became another Gryffindor, it was time for "Snape, Severus."

His time with the Sorting Hat was only slightly longer than James, but finally breaking the pattern, "SLYTHERIN!" was called. Severus looked quite relieved as he headed over to the Slytherin table. The fifth Gryffindor girl followed. "Sulch, Wanda," was her name.

When the Sorting finally came to an end, Dumbledore rose. "Well, I hope everyone is hungry, because the Great Feast has begun!" All of the plates filled to the brim with food, and the gasps of some of the first years were audible even and the Head Table. "Tuck in!"