Title: Puppy Love – Stargazing Part I
Summary: Remus and Sirius' lives and relationship - as seen from Remus' point of view.
Companion to Puppy Love – Lunar Love Part I.
Timeline: From when they meet, up til when Harry is born. Aka, 1971-1980.
Warnings: Slash!! That means guy-on-guy lovin'. Dont like it? Dont read it! Simple enough.
Pairings: Sirius/Remus, James/Lily
Disclaimer: I do not own Remus, Hogwarts, Platform 9 3/4, etc...I do own Sirius, James, and Lily, cause JK Rowling killed them off, and we all know you cant lay claim to dead persons, right? Mwahaha. Nah, I dont own them, so dont sue me for dreaming. Bah.
Puppy Love – Stargazing Part I
Chapter Four: The Sorting
The castle doors swung open almost immediately after Hagrid raised his large fists to knock on them. In the doorway stood a rather strict-looking witch, she was tall with long black hair pulled back into a tight bun.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid told her, and she nodded to him, pulling the doors open wider. She made for us to follow her, and we all shuffled in behind her. We entered the Entrance Hall, and it was just… I couldn't help but gape at it. It was enormous – I think I knew towns smaller than it. The ceiling seemed to stretch up to the skies, and the walls were lined with sconces and lit torches that made the whole place glow rather mysteriously, and over to my left there was a gigantic marble staircase.
Professor McGonagall led us to the side of the hall, where there was a small chamber of sorts. "Welcome to Hogwarts," she said, "the start of year Feast is about to begin, but before you can all sit in the Great Hall, you have to be sorted."
She looked around at us. "The Sorting is extremely important, as it will dictate who you spend the next seven years of your life with – when you are not in classes with your Housemates, you will sleep in your House dormitories, and you will spend your free time in your House common rooms. In other words, your House will be your home at Hogwarts, and all your Housemates will be your family.
"The four Houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, and each has their own unique history and traits. I hope you will all be a credit to whichever House you get sorted into, as all your triumphs will bring you r House points, while misdemeanors mean you lose points, which tally up at the end of the year. The House with the highest points wins the House Cup, a great honor.
"The Sorting will begin soon, so some of you had best get yourselves smartened up." She cast an eye over the group. "I will return soon, please wait quietly."
When she left, Lily immediate spun to face James, Sirius and me. "What's all that about Houses and being sorted?" she asked anxiously.
"It's a tradition in Hogwarts that all new students get sorted into Houses based on their traits," I explained. "Gryffindors are brave and noble, Ravenclaws are smart and studious, Hufflepuffs are loyal and hardworking, and Slytherins are ambitious and cunning." I counted them off on my fingers, and when I looked up, Sirius, James and Lily were staring at me. "What?" I asked, confused at their reactions. "It's in Hogwarts: A History."
"Oh, I knew I should have read that," Lily nodded, exhaling in frustration. "I'd thought it was better to go over our schoolbooks instead." She paused for a while then smiled. "Charms is really quite interesting."
I could see James and Sirius exchanging incredulous glances.
James stared at us as though we were insane. "You were…reading…during the holidays before you came here?"
"About school?" Sirius seemed to be rather shell-shocked.
I looked at Lily. She looked at me. We both rolled our eyes.
I sighed. "Yes, is that so hard to believe?"
"Yes!" Sirius immediately replied.
James nodded sagely. "It's not normal."
Lily shot him a slight scowl. "Are you implying Remus and I are abnormal?"
"No!" James and Sirius immediately exclaimed, then Sirius quickly added, "Not at all."
"So, what House do you reckon you'll be in?" James suddenly changed the topic of conversation, and Lily and I smiled. "I know I'll be in Gryffindor," he said rather knowingly.
"Because you're so noble and brave?" Lily remarked dryly.
Either James didn't notice her sarcasm, or he didn't care. "Exactly," he nodded. "And…every single Potter has been sorted into Gryffindor for as long as I can remember."
"I just hope I'm not in Slytherin," I heard Sirius mumble under his breath. "My parents might actually be proud of me if I were."
I frowned, trying to grasp what he meant, but James was on a roll. "Ah, you'll be in Gryffindor with me, mate," he said confidently, then glanced at Lily and I. "I'm not so sure about these two though – they've got the makings of Ravenclaws, I reckon. They're so…studious."
The last word was said with a fair amount of fear and revulsion, and I couldn't help smirking. Lily was doing the same, as she raised an eyebrow at James. "You know, James, its not a dirty word."
James made a face. "St…stu…Oh yes it is!" he grumbled. "I cant even bring myself to say it!"
Lily shook her head at him. "And how do you expect to make it through seven years of school without studying?" She purposely stressed the last word, and both of the other boys cringed at it.
Sirius grinned, and I swooned. "On our good looks and charm, of course."
He had no idea how right he was. Lily looked at me, and I swallowed hard. "Sirius -"
I was cut off by Professor McGonagall's return. "The Sorting is about to begin. Line up, please, and follow me."
She brought us into the Great Hall, past the double doors. There were four long tables, where all the students were seated, and at the head of them all was another table, where the teachers sat. We all filed in behind her and waited as she took out a stool and what looked like a decrepit hat.
Lily was standing next to me, and she leaned in and whispered into my ear. "What is that thing?"
Before I could answer, a rip in the hat flapped open suddenly and then it began to sing.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty
But don't judge on what you see
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black
Your top hats sleek and tall
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat cant see
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor
Where dwell the brave at heart
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart.
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil.
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw
If you've a ready mind
Where those of wit and learning
Will always find their kind.
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
When it was done, the entire Hall applauded, and the hat folded itself in half a few times – it was bowing, I supposed. Then it returned to its state of inanimateness and Professor McGonagall stepped out in front of us, pulling out a roll of parchment.
"You will come forward when your name is called, and place this hat upon your head to get Sorted," she told us. "Now, Adams, Gomez!"
A stout, black-haired boy crept nervously to the stool, then gingerly placed the hat onto its head. A few seconds later, the hat opened its flap and called out, "Hufflepuff!"
A few students later, Professor McGonagall called out "Black, Sirius!" and Sirius darted forward eagerly. The hat sunk down over his eyes and nose, stopping just shy of his lips, which curled into the most devastating smile that left me feeling rather weak in the knees, and about half a minute later yelled out "Gryffindor!"
"Awesome!" James cheered from next to me, as the Gryffindor table greeted Sirius happily. Meanwhile, the Slytherin table seemed to be in some sort of uproar. I glanced at them, but didn't see what the issue was, so I returned to looking at Sirius, who was happily accepting all the attention being lavished onto him.
After a while, the Sorting continued, and had gone through the other Bs, then Cs and Ds, and was making its way through the Es, when the Professor announced, "Evans, Lily!"
Lily shyly made her way up to the stool, and a few long moments with the hat soon had it placing her in Gryffindor as well. I heard James exhale in relief and happiness. Then I vaguely heard "Felton, Tom!" going to Slytherin, and "Finch, Atticus!" being sorted into Ravenclaw while I raised my eyebrows knowingly at James, and he blushed faintly.
A while later, just after "Longbottom, Frank!" was sorted into Gryffindor, I heard my own name being called out, and I walked cautiously to the stool and hat. I lifted it onto my head, and just like it had done with all the others, it slipped down to cover most of my head.
"Remus Lupin," a voice suddenly said, and I started. At that, a low rumble of laughter sounded. "Relax, Mister Lupin. It is just I, the Sorting Hat. Now…where shall I place you?"
'I don't know,' I admitted. 'Frankly, I wasn't sure if I'd even make it to Hogwarts.'
"Ah, yes, your monthly problem. Well, you seem to have quite a lot of bravery in dealing with that…however you have an unquestionably brilliant mind as well…you'd do well in Ravenclaw…but I see a great nobility in you along with that intelligence and a lot of courage, so overall, you'd better be in GRYFFINDOR!"
'Thank you!' I thought quickly, before removing it and making my way over to where Sirius and Lily were sitting at the Gryffindor table, blushing at the cheers the rest of the table were giving me. I slid in between my two friends.
"Guess we're all stuck together, huh?" I grinned at them. They laughed, then we all turned our attention back to the sorting, where they were slowly making their way to the Ps. Then there was a "Pettigrew, Peter!" who was sorted into Hufflepuff, a "Pint, Hava!" who ended up in Slytherin, and finally, "Potter, James!"
We all watched eagerly as James sat down on the stool and the hat obscured his features. It was barely on for more than a few seconds, before it cheerfully called out "Gryffindor!" and James loped over to us, grinning madly. Sirius, Lily and I cheered loudly, over the next name, and we only quieted as "Radcliffe, Daniel!" made it into Gryffindor as well, and "Rankin, Robert!" was placed into Slytherin.
A couple of minutes later, we watched as "Snape, Severus!", a skinny, pale, black-haired boy sat under the hat for over a good minute before the hat announced he was in Slytherin, although it seemed a little weary about its final decision. I frowned; it must have been just my imagination. Hats couldn't be weary, could they? But then again, I also thought most hats didn't talk or sing.
My thoughts flew out of my head when the final students – "Watson, Emma!" and "Wonderland, Alice!" were both sorted into Ravenclaw. Professor McGonagall rolled the long sheet of parchment, then left with the stool and hat. When she returned, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and cast a bright smile across the Hall.
"Ah, a new year begins," he announced. "Well, I have things to say, but not now. Now, we shall eat! I only have a few words for you all: Glumbumble! Bezoar! Toast! Thank you!"
I could only blink at the wizened old man, and next to me Lily leaned in and whispered, in a worried sort of tone, "D'you reckon he's a little barmy?"
I grinned and nodded. "I'd count on it."
AN: Again, not my best chapter, I reckon, but it just needed to be done. I promise that after this there will be much less same-situations-and-conversations...well, I'll try my best to keep them apart but together...if that makes sense.
Little Remus and Sirius figurines of gratitude go to:
musicgirl141; Somnia Lustre (you're telling me! I'm so eager to speed things up soon.); Kynny; Lilsi; Tanya J Potter; LythTaeraneth (heh, well I mentioned Peter here...and I fixed that last "carriage" bit); Seraphina Pyra (hehe, yes I think you did defend Peter, but dont worry, even though I hate him I wont make him out as the rat straight away.); StolenSoul4818; and MelissaMoony.
Thank you all so much! You make me have warm fuzzies. :)
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