Huh." James Potter, I had to admit, was a pretty laidback guy. "So you weren't kidding about being a Black."
Now you'd think, given how few Pureblood families were in number, that I would've met the guy before me at least once in the past- Well, Sirius' past. But evidently the Black's were rather keen on keeping their children's childhood under lock and key.
Literally.
The Harry Potter cupboard, as bad as it was, was relatively tame to what the Black's got up to. Childhood Isolation been one of the few 'punishments' they elected to go for when children didn't live up to standards.
There was a lot of baggage to unwrap there, and this was before he ran away from home. Before he found himself mixed up in betrayal and sentenced to Azkaban.
Sirius quite frankly had a mind-numbing childhood, and that was coming from someone who traveled between multiple sanity-deprived worlds. Practically played jump rope with the mindset itself.
His rebellion into Gryffindor- And not to mention easy friendship with James Potter was entirely due to the way Orion and Walburga Black decided to start raising him. To the point, the two should've seen it coming.
Orion Black, it seems, even if he were to 'openly' support one, was the sort of man to play both sides.
This means that right now, my sorting into Gryffindor included, I could still turn this around. As a Hogwarts first year and ancient family heir, I had one thing no other wizard or witch had.
The time to prepare, to plan, and what have you. Only, my promises had actual weight to them.
And while Slytherin would've been the better ground to start up on- My name alone been worth its weight in gold there, Gryffindor was a close second.
My goal itself?
"So, what'd you mean about bigot's been in Hufflepuff?" James suddenly questioned, a twinkle in his own eyes. "Or was that a joke?"
To prevent any dark lord support camps. Phoenixes included.
There was only one person that deserved all of those dumb-as-rocks minions and that was yours truly.
I mean really, how else was I supposed to start a new ministry?
I couldn't just magic it up now could I- I should really look into that.
"Depends on your meaning of the word bigot."
James raised a single eyebrow at the answer, opening his mouth to likely question what my meaning of it was- Only to stop the moment I raised a single finger, pointing it towards one of the professors on the dais before us. My other hand idly grabbing a handful of pudding.
He gave me a deadpan look in response.
"You're pointing at Albus Dumbledore."
"Did my finger stutter?"