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Fic 001. Beginnings - Remus Lupin for [profile] fanfic100

([personal profile] digital_opium Oct. 10th, 2005 02:50 am)
Title: The Sorting
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: Remus Lupin
Character: Remus Lupin
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Word Count: 464
Rating: G
Author's Notes: No spoilers. Remus at his own sorting, many moons ago.

I am sure I gawked like the country child that I was, for above four long tables running the length of the room floated hundreds of candles. Towering above those, the ceiling twinkled. I had never seen anything like it before and have yet to see something that rivals it. The ceiling, as I found out later, had been spelled to match the sky. I could see hundreds upon hundreds of stars, and there she was: my sometimes nemesis, the moon, still too young in her cycle to cause me trouble yet.

Upon the dais where another long table ran perpendicular to the others was a single stool with a hat placed upon it. I heard many whispers all around me and I could feel the apprehension, ranging in intensity from curiosity to fear, coming from my fellow first years.

Professor McGonagall began to read names and one by one the first years took a seat upon the stool, the hat placed upon their heads. I heard the name Avery, who went to Slytherin, and Black, who went to Gryffindor. I missed several and then heard Evans, who also went to Gryffindor. There was a run of several students sorted to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and…


I started, for I’d been watching the newly sorted students walking to their new house tables, most with happy smiles, although one or two with unshed tears in their eyes. I looked around self-consciously and silently walked up to sit upon the stool. As the hat was placed on my head, and slipped down past my eyes, I could hear a voice whispering in my ear.

“Werewolf? We have a werewolf at Hogwarts? This is indeed interesting. Where to put you?” The soft voice hummed. My heart started to pound and I was sure that everyone still standing near had heard what was said. Every instinct I had screamed at me to pull the hat from my head and run, for in my short life I had learned that there were very few people who would tolerate a werewolf near, at any time during the month. But I gritted my teeth and dug my fingernails into my palms as I clenched my hands into fists. I locked my feet around the legs of the stool and stayed.

“Ahhh, now that makes it all the easier, werewolf. You certainly have what it takes to be GRYFFINDOR!”

The breath I hadn’t realized I was holding exploded from my chest. As the hat was lifted from my head and I looked around, I realized that I was the only one to have heard the hat’s voice. I stepped down from the platform and walked on trembling legs toward my new house table, sitting down amid my new housemates’ applause and congratulations.
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