Hey, so this is another challenge. Enjoy!

For Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments), I'm using the prompt form the first Charms assignment, which is to write about someone who feels as if the weight of the world has been lifted off their shoulders.

For the 200 characters in 200 days challenge, I'm writing about Sirius Black, number 46.

For the Pokemon Trading Card Challenge, the prompt is to write about a non canonical Gryffindor being sorted into Gryffindor. (That's from the 'card' of Chimchar)

For the Emotion Challenge, I chose Proud.

And, finally, for the If You Dare Challenge, the prompt I'm using is 'The Future Is What We Make Of It.'

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

All That Glitters


His heart stopped. He couldn't hear any of it. He couldn't hear the cheers of his friends. Couldn't hear the disbelieving laughter of half the student body. Couldn't hear the yells of the Slytherins. It was all Sirius could do to focus on his brother, now pulling the hat off and making his way unsteadily to his new house. The boy wasn't smiling, but his happiness was clear. It shone in his eyes.

He hadn't seen his brother that way for years. Not since the days of early childhood had he been so happy. There was an undertone of hesitancy, but despite that, he sat next to his fellow first years. It was a familiar image – a young Black sitting at a table, with people, that blood dictated he should never be allowed to. And yet, there he was. Sitting and smiling, talking with people who could possibly be real friends to him. Something that would have been highly unlikely with the Slytherins that he'd once expected to be with.

Sirius's instinctual reaction was to be thrilled with the turnout, and he was, but he was smart enough to be sad, too. He knew what Regulus's new house meant. He'd been on the receiving end of those consequences, and he still was. Their parents and family wouldn't stand for it. They would never let either boy hear the end of it.

"He did it, Sirius!" Reality came crashing back as he turned to face his three friends. A grin tugged at his lips. "He did it!" James's eyes shone with pure happiness and relief.

He nodded, laughing. "I know, mate, I know." Regulus would be okay. If he was strong enough to want Gryffindor, then he was strong enough to know how to handle everything that would be thrown at him. That realization allowed him to feel it, the emotion that was just begging to be felt. Relief. Pure and utter relief coursed through his veins. Sure, it was possible that he might still turn out to be a death eater, but it was much more unlikely with the influences that would now be in his life. He didn't have to worry for his brother nearly as much as he had before.

It wasn't just his concern anymore. Even now, he could see friendships being forged between the boy and other first years. He smiled. Not five minutes after he'd turned to his friends and food, did he hear his name.

"Sirius!" He turned to face his brother, smiling.

"Hey, kid. Look at you!" Regulus had gotten a scarf somewhere – possibly from one of his new friends – that put Gryffindor's colors on display. The scarlet and gold mixture looked good on him. It looked right. "You're a lion now."

The eleven year old grinned, bobbing his head up and down. "Yeah, I am! People here are so cool. Kind of weird, but cool."

James laughed, "Yeah, but that's our charm. Welcome to Gryffindor. I'm James Potter."

"Your Siri's blood traitor friend!" His tone had none of the venom the words would typically warrant. It didn't really matter, because James faltered anyway.

Remus was quick to interject, attempting to diffuse the situation. "I'm Remus Lupin and this is Peter Pettigrew. We're also friends of your brother."

"Cool, it's nice to meet you." They talked for a few more seconds before the kid took off back toward his new friends.

Sirius smiled. Yeah, the two brothers had a long path before them, but at least they could be there for one another. He'd hardly dared to hope for something so wonderful, and yet here it was. For the first time that day, he allowed himself to relax. They'd face their family later. For now, he was going to be happy. Truly happy.

Word Count: 631

Hey, so yeah. That was a little what-if situation. Hope that you guys enjoyed it!