Rage

Peter had known about the Blacks and what they were known for. He knew they were dark wizards and hurtful. He had heard the theories of the Lupin family, and why the father was fired from the ministry for being an alcoholic.

So far, these were the known facts. Lyall Lupin was, indeed, an alcoholic, who liked to hit things like his sons. The Blacks were dark and greedy and insane, but Sirius was not. But there were some things off.

Sirius wasn't insane, but he was a little reckless. With wanting to cause some mayhem when they walked into the great hall. The twins were all for it, but Remus, who had come to terms as an evil mastermind, said they didn't know the spells of how to do it. Romulus, who had been dubbed the twin with an equally smart mind but used for good and practical jokes versos Remus's need for revenge, had said there would be plenty of muggle tricks they could use to cause some mischief.

Of course, he tried to talk them out of it, but James was all for whatever mischief was managed between the three of them, four if Peter was convinced to join. So, it was three to one. Great.

As they neared the castle, they all changed into their school uniform, except for Sirius, who showed up in his, a plan had been formed. It would only be slightly cruel, but more fun than anything, and would be harmless, as they all assured Peter multiple times. So much, that it started to show that the twins were getting slightly exasperated. Peter didn't talk a lot, and when you didn't talk a lot, you noticed a lot.

Like how Sirius didn't like him very much, and how Romulus would wonder why James would bother with him, and how Remus would look at the other three boys and see equals or close to and look at Peter like he was the water-boy of the five of them.

It didn't bother him. James still looked at him the same, and James was the only one who actually knew him. He had known James since they were babies, and they had grown up to be best friends.

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Now Sirius was starting to get excited. They made their way to the boats, led by the largest man he had ever seen. He couldn't stay still long enough to get in the boat and had to be scolded by Hagrid multiple times. And when that wouldn't work, the twins threatened him with dismemberment, more serious than his name, and finally was able to sit long enough to start paddling.

He was in a boat with Remus, Romulus, and a girl named Dorcas Meadows. She was clever, and basically spoke another language of sarcastic comments. She wasn't exactly friendly, but she wasn't mean. Somewhere in-between. 

They finally made it to the castle, where they then followed a stern-looking witch that introduced herself as Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house, brought them to the Great Hall. It wasn't as cool as Sirius expected, only floating candles and an enchanted ceiling, but he amused himself by watching the Lupin twins stare in awe at the enchanted ceiling. This was probably the most emotion other than anger that he had seen on their faces. 

What he did not like to see, however, was Snape's ugly bruised face glaring at Sirius's new friends. He made a rude hand gesture in his direction, which he caught, and scowled at Sirius.

McGonagall arranged them into a neat single-file line and began calling names of 11-year-olds to be sorted into their houses by an old, dusty hat. 

The first student that was called was a bloke named "Eric Abbot" who was promptly sorted into Hufflepuff. After two more students who Sirius didn't bother to remember the name of, it was his turn.

He felt like he wanted to puke.

He didn't want to be sorted into Slytherin, but he was scared of what the punishment would be if he wasn't. In some sick, twisted way, he still wanted his family to love him, and the never would if he wasn't sorted into Slytherin.

He held his breath all the way up to the stool which was holding The Sorting Hat. He sat down and closed his eyes. His stomach felt like he had eaten one thousand live worms and they were all crawling around, eating him to find a way out. He felt the soft material of the hat slide over his eyes and halfway down his nose.

"Well," said a voice right in his ear. He jumped and nearly ripped the hat off of his head. Then he realized that the hat was talking to him, trying to find where he belonged.

"You're not nearly as easy to place as the rest of the Blacks, not at all. You have very good qualities for all the houses, really, but where will you prosper most?" the hat asked.

Please choose Gryffindor. I hate Slytherin, as much as I hate my family. Please, I can't go to Slytherin, my new friends will hate me.

"Wouldn't be great friends if they hated you for it. I don't think they would. The twins don't really know how they got here in the first place; I doubt they would care. James might resent you a little, but he would come around. But if you hate Slytherin so much, it may as be GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted the last word, and this time Sirius did rip it of his head. 

He glanced at the Slytherin table to find Narcissa and Bellatrix glaring furiously at him. He shuddered and walked towards the Gryffindor table that was frozen in shock like the rest of the hall. But then someone started clapping. It was James, still in line for the Sorting himself. Soon Remus and Romulus started clapping as well, next was Peter. Then the whole hall except the Slytherins were clapping for him.

He beamed and went to sit at his house table.

_

Remus was out of his mind with boredom. If this stupid ceremony wasn't over soon, he would force out as much magic as he could and explode this damn hall.

"Dywedwch wrthyf fod hyn bron ar ben," he said to Romulus who was looking equally bored, (please tell me this is almost over).

"Pam fyddech chi'n meddwl fy mod i'n gwybod?," Romulus replied, (why would you think that I know?). 

Remus sighed as Evans, Lily, joined Sirius as a Gryffindor.

A few more children were sorted, only two became Gryffindor's, Isaic Hemlington and Elliet Kanger. 

"Lupin, Remus," McGonagall called out next. Remus sighed. It wasn't that he was nervous or scared, like Sirius had been, he just didn't like attention. He didn't like the felling of hundreds of eyes on him. It made him want to disappear. He hunched his shoulders and lowed his head. He lengthened his stride to get to the stool faster. He tightened his muscles so that he looked like a spring ready to uncoil as any given moment.

McGonagall gave him a rare smile and he felt himself start to relax as the hat was placed on his head.

He did not like it. It cut of three of his five senses. He couldn't hear anything but his own heartbeat. The only thing he saw was the brown inside of the hat. He couldn't smell anything at all. He was about to rip off the hat and drop-kick it to Mars when he heard a voice.

"Well now, calm down. The surroundings are merely blocked out, so your attention is on me. That is all."

Of course, the damned hat talks. Why wouldn't it ffycin talk? He thought swallowing the yell he had built up. (ffycin means 'fucking' unless you couldn't guess)

 "Yes, yes, I talk. You have powerful emotions, but think before you do anything to dangerous. You are very smart, and have a great memory. Things that others take years to grasp the concept of come to you easily. Maybe Ravenclaw. Your not on the loyal side of things, so not a Hufflepuff. But you seem to have some resentment directed at Ravenclaw?"

You're the one who can read my mind, figure it the ffyc out. He thought angrily. If this hat was so smart, it should be able to figure it out.

"Ah, yes. That was the house your father was in. Anyway, you would go farther in GRYFFINDOR!" The hat screeched. Okay, that was the last straw. He tore of the hat with such force it flung from his grasp and his hard against the wooden stool. McGonagall blinked in surprise at Remus who quickly made his way to the Gryffindor table before she would punish him. He found a seat besides Sirius and zoned out for the rest of the ceremony. 

_

Romulus laughed at his brother's antics till he realized that he was next. and sure enough-

"Lupin, Romulus!" He, unlike his brother, walked straight with the best posture he could manage to the hat. He wanted to be a Gryffindor only because his brother was one. If he wasn't a Gryffindor, he would force everyone to make him a Gryffindor. He wouldn't take no for an answer. 

He sat heavily on the stool and the second McGonagall lowered the hat on his head.

"Looks like you've made up your mind on where to be. You have the perfect qualifications to be a Gryffindor as well, but I must warn you, it looks to me like you would go farther as a Ravenclaw, from my perspective," the hat said calmly.

don't care about my future. I want to be with my brother, and nothing you say can change that. I am demanding that you make me a Gryffindor right now. No more questions asked. This is not up for negotiations, he thought. No way would this inanimate object tell him what to do. And he hated Ravenclaw. He hated it as much as he hated his father. He didn't hate the people in it, he hated the house.

"Ok, fine. With nerves of steel, I pronounce you a bold GRYFFINDOR" The hall clapped, and he sat by his brother proudly. It felt right, and though he didn't know what a home felt like, this was probably it.

_

Peter worried his bottom lip as his name was called. It was obvious what James would be, and his new friends were all Gryffindors as well. But he wasn't brave like James, and Remus and Romulus already proved their boldness on the platform, and there was no doubt that Sirius was different than his family. 

But he was just Peter. Small and twitchy and scared Peter. A pushover that cried when anyone yells at him, that does what anyone tells him to because he's too scared to say no. 

Even now, he was quacking as he walked to Professor McGonagall, scared as the stern witch turned her gaze to him.

He sat and she slipped the hat onto his head. Everything went dark. After a few seconds of horrible silence, a voice rang in his ear,

"Where to put you, where to put you. Not a Slytherin at all. Maybe a Hufflepuff? You are quite loyal to those you love, put that seems to be able to change with certain circumstances," the hat spoke softly, but it brought up a horrible memory. 

His father looked into his eyes. Sensing the feeble lie Peter had told. James had switched all the plates in the cupboard and the forks in the drawers' spots. Putting utensils in the dish cupboard while plates in the drawers. His father had seen him taking watch and he had given James the signal to hide. He had hide without question.

It was just when James had finished the prank. His dad had noticed and had asked him if this was James' doing. Of course, he had said no.

"Tell me the truth, Peter," he had said firmly. Peter wilted under his father's fierce gaze.

"I'm sorry father, it was James." he had betrayed James' trust, and he knew it.

"Yes, not a Hufflepuff. Maybe a Ravenclaw? You can learn, but you don't have the same self-assurance that all Ravenclaws must have. Though you are not explicitly brave, you can be at times, so I think best fit would be GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled. 

He ran over and sat by Remus, so far he was Peters favorite twin, because he seemed terrifying, but most of his comments were jokes.

_

James strutted to the sorting stool when his names was called. He was so confident, it looked like arrogance. Okay, maybe there was a little arrogance.

McGonagall gave him a pointed look, and dropped the hat on his head. 

Half a heartbeat latter a shout of Gryffindor filled the hall. There was no conversation between him and the hat. Maybe it just sensed his confidence and thought that he was a Gryffindor through and through. Yeah, that must it.

The hall erupted into applause as he strutted through the hall and sat by Pete and Remus. 

"Well done, James!" Peter exclaimed. Remus smirked.

"Yeah, well done, pedwar-llygaid," 

Romulus snorted besides him. James wondered what he had called him, but for now, he decided, it didn't matter.