From then on, your sisters kept a close eye on you, making sure you would not speak to James. That didn't stop you however, and merely ignored them out of defiance. It helped that they were not in the same boat as you, and as he said, you shouldn't live under their grip.
It was a let down once you had to get out of the boat and go your separate ways, but you strode into the great hall feeling more content than your sisters felt you should have. Even as you sat down with the other first years, you felt their piercing gazes tear through you.
One look at those of the Slytherin house was all you needed to conclude that James had a point to hope he wouldn't get sorted there. They all had shifty eyes like those of that self-styled Lord Voldemort fellow from the poster Bellatrix had shown you. Or in otherwords, they seemed just plain mean.
You didn't have to wait long to find out, because there was only one 'A' before you.
"Sirius Black!!" bellowed a balding, pot-bellied man. You stepped forward and sat utop the stool, feeling a old patched hat decend upon your head.
Hmmm, another Black eh? the hat muttered.
"Please, I don't want to be like my sisters" you whisper softly.
You don't want to be in Slytherin? You could be great there you know, it's in your blood! the hat whispered, yet somewhat surprised.
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