The Sorting of Regulus A. Black
Black, Regulus A. I glanced quickly over at the Gryffindor table, where my brother sat chatting with his friends. Pushing aside thoughts of how close I once was to my older brother, only to find ourselves drifting apart when he started Hogwarts. It was there he was sorted into Gryffindor and befriended those god-awful boys. Potter, my brother's best friend and an arrogant annoying blood traitor, whom I believed was the one behind my brother's tainted beliefs. Pettigrew, the spineless tagalong who worship my brother, and for reasons unknown was also in their house. Then there was Lupin, the only one of the three I considered to be halfway decent even if he was a bit odd. After briefly wondering what they were whispering about, and why they considered it to be more important then my sorting, I diverted my attention to the Slytherin table. Oh, how I wish my cousin, Narcissa was still there. Now she was a true Black, not like the imitation that my brother has became. But sadly, she graduated last year. I try to keep in close contact with her even though I know that she is busy and has enough to worry about with her engagement to Lucius Malfoy, and bearing the shame of her older sister Andromeda, who had recently became a blood traitor when she married a mudblood and is now carrying his child, to listen to the cares of some eleven year old.
Black, Regulus A, I heard Professor McGonagall call again. I snapped back to reality. There's no reason for me to dwell in the past, I thought. Just because my brother is a disgrace to the Black name doesn't mean that I couldn't somewhat redeem it, by getting into Slytherin. Trying to hide my fear, I coyly walked up to the front and sat on the three legged chair, while the dirty and heavy hat.(which I was quite sure was full of the germs of mudbloods and blood tratiors.) was placed on my head.
"Oh," I heard a voice say to me, "what do we have here? Another Black it seems."
I felt myself tense up. "So," I snapped harsher then I intended. "Why don't we just cut the chitchat and put me into Slytherin, okay."
The hat chuckled. "I don't think it's going to be that easy, first I need to examine your strengths."
"What strengths," I asked, "I am a Slytherin through and through, I am a Black after all."
"But what about your brother Sirius?"
"He's an idiot and disgrace to the family name."
"I see loyalty to your family is important to you, perhaps you would be suited for Huffle-"
"No," I replied," Slytherin."
"You also are very intelligent, Ravenclaw could…"
"No," I interrupted again, "Slytherin."
"I can also see some Gryff-"
"Don't even think about it, I'd rather die then be in that house."
"Well, if you insist."
"I do, I do."
"Even though I sense that sometimes you question your parents beliefs?"
"Why would I do that? There my parents."
"Parents aren't always right."
"Well, if you insist."
"Haven't you been listening to me? Of course I do."
"Then considering your preference I am going to have to say...
I heard the green and silver cladded table erupted in cheers, as I headed towards their table. Grinning from ear to ear, I stole a quick glance at my brother, who seem to have suddenly turn pale. Feeling somewhat unease I sat besides a greasy haired kid from my brothers year, whom promptly congratulated me. But still my brothers face lingered in my mind. Pushing it out of my mind, I immediately thought of how proud I made my parents, and that was what really mattered, right?