Due to the nature of the alphabet, Sirius was one of the first to get sorted. He could see some familiar faces at the Slytherin table, anticipating this. He was nervous, sitting down in the chair and feeling his heart beat so fast. He wished he already knew that Severus really was going to Slytherin. He didn't want to end up there without his friend.
"Slytherin?" The Sorting Hat's voice in his head sounded incredulous. "You've really got it wrong, young man. Oh, this one is going to be a lot of trouble, isn't it? But there is no doubt. You are going to GRYFFINDOR!"
The last word was yelled out and then the hat was taken off of him. Sirius felt dazed. He got up and looked around, surprise, confusion and worry all plain on his face. Surely this had been a mistake! There were uncertain expressions on the Slytherin table too and only some hesitant clapping from the Gryffindor side.
"Go on then." Professor McGonagall's voice was almost gentle, as was the hand on his shoulder that gave him a slight push. "You better do well in my house."
Sirius looked at her, nodding and feeling pretty awful. He couldn't even comprehend how his parents would feel when they heard about this. He felt very lonely when he walked over to the table, still feeling as if people were whispering about him, even as the next child was getting sorted. Still very unsure, he sat down, the first one sorted to Gryffindor that day, staring at the table. He wasn't feeling so bold any more, because this really wasn't going as it was supposed to.
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"Slytherin?" The Sorting Hat's voice in his head sounded incredulous. "You've really got it wrong, young man. Oh, this one is going to be a lot of trouble, isn't it? But there is no doubt. You are going to GRYFFINDOR!"
The last word was yelled out and then the hat was taken off of him. Sirius felt dazed. He got up and looked around, surprise, confusion and worry all plain on his face. Surely this had been a mistake! There were uncertain expressions on the Slytherin table too and only some hesitant clapping from the Gryffindor side.
"Go on then." Professor McGonagall's voice was almost gentle, as was the hand on his shoulder that gave him a slight push. "You better do well in my house."
Sirius looked at her, nodding and feeling pretty awful. He couldn't even comprehend how his parents would feel when they heard about this. He felt very lonely when he walked over to the table, still feeling as if people were whispering about him, even as the next child was getting sorted. Still very unsure, he sat down, the first one sorted to Gryffindor that day, staring at the table. He wasn't feeling so bold any more, because this really wasn't going as it was supposed to.