✢
✢ for a good memory that makes them smile
The green and silver flags were hanging right above him, taunting him almost as he was herded into the hall with all of the other first year. He remembered his mother and father’s words clearly as he looked up at the tapestries, the ones emblazoned with the same insignias and colors that decorated much of the decor in their home. This was it. This was the moment that showed him everything he needed to know. Not realizing that he was holding his breath until he heard his name ring out, the floppily dusty hat being held out towards him, Sirius climbed the steps towards the stool, holding his breath as the Sorting Hat was placed on his head.
With just the mention of his name, he knew that he was being set up to be placed in Slytherin. Andie, Bella and Narcissa were already placed there, his parents and every Black before him were Slytherins. What was to say that he wouldn’t be one to follow in those footsteps.
He didn’t feel like he belonged there in Slytherin. He was different from the rest of his family, always had been. It was something that he liked. If he was thrown in there with them, he’d end up like everyone else. But what did he really know. He shut his eyes tightly, still holding his breath.
“Gryffindor!” was all he heard before he let out a loud whoop of excitement, jumping down from the stool and taking off towards the table under the red and gold banners. He was different from the rest of the Black family, and this just proved it.
