This is my very first Marauder's Fanfiction so I really hope it's okay, and that I got Sirius's personality right. I shall be updating every week, so expect an update for this story around Wednesday or Thursday.

In Which the World Becomes Impartial to Sirius Black

Sirius Black was a firm believer in loyalty. As he should be, for he valued nothing more – sure he held his perfect hair in a high esteem but he arguably valued loyalty more – however the only thing he could value more than loyalty was honesty. Surely the two went hand in hand. However such is irrelevant, at the current moment in time. Where were we? Aaaah, Sirius Balck.

Sirius Black was a firm believer in loyalty. Which leads us to a very important question, why was he sitting alone?

Yes, thee Sirius black was sitting alone. In his own compartment, considering the one including his friends was full. Which brings us back to loyalty. Sirius was fuming, he was absolutely livid. His friends ditched him for a couple of girls.

Sirius would never be so inconsiderate, girls were never his top priority. Which could be due to the fact that no one's ever really been worth Sirius Black's time. Which seems a little cruel, it's simply the truth. Sure he'd snogged a few girls here and there, however it was never serious. He didn't like anyone the way James liked Lilly, that kind of like was reserved for people that deserved it. Sirius certainly did not deserve it.

Surely girls would good snogging partners, but they were good for nothing else besides looking pretty. Which such thoughts would probably make his grandmother turn cold in her grave, for she was a feminist. A feminist with a wand and an aggression towards men that could only be described as the utmost hatred. Of course Sirius had no clue what a feminist was at the time, for the revelation wouldn't come until much later.

Technically Sirius wasn't sitting alone, for the empty compartment he found wasn't all that empty. A single girl had decided to occupy it, and seemed to be no threat to Sirius. However this girl didn't really count as someone, did she? For she wasn't anyone Sirius knew therefore he decided she couldn't possibly be worth the light of day, for that would be preposterous.

Sirius was bored, in every sense of the word. How James and Remus could chose a girl over him was simply unfathomable. He rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. He'd already counted every crack, for what else was a boy of his age and boredom to do. Surely he couldn't just sit and think. That would be absolutely ridiculous.

He'd been alone with his thoughts for far too long, created multiple jokes he found hilarious – ones of which James and Remus would never hear. He'd decided he wouldn't give the two the light of day. The audacity they had! He crossed his arms, and let out a huff; angry just thinking about the two.

There was a point when one could simply no longer think any more, for he was certain he'd become a monotone shell of a human. Surely he was being dramatic, but Sirius would never admit it.

There was still an hour and a half until they'd reach Hogwarts, and then they still had yet to take the carriages! They'd probably make him sit alone again.

Sirius couldn't be alone, it just was not in him. He was a rather boisterous character that thrived off the attention of other's and couldn't handle being still, let alone silent for a minute longer.

He'd told himself the plain brown haired girl sitting as far away from him as possible couldn't be worthy of a conversation with thee Sirius Black, but at this point he was desperate thus he turned to her hoping she'd realize just how lucky she was.

"What's your name?" He asked dumbly. He drummed his hands against his thighs impatiently, refraining from letting out a groan. When she didn't reply he cleared his throat. Still the girl refused to look at him let alone answer his question.

His eyes widened, as he let out a large huff. The audacity on this girl! He decided he'd bless her with his presence and she can't even be bothered to respond.

Fine. He huffed. He didn't need her company, nor did he need James or Remus's attention. He was an independent human being that did not need another to feel content.

Despite thinking such he stood up, dusted off his pants and dramatically exited the compartment ready to hunt down the trolley lady. He wasn't in the mood for candy, but if anyone would socialize with him it'd surely be the trolley lady. Plus he was hoping to spy on James and Remus, see if their betrayal was worth it.

"Yo, trolley lady!" He called flagging down the large woman pushing a cart of sweets. She seemed to be engaged in a conversation with someone else, not bothering to turn and see what her dear Sirius needed.

Had the world gone mad? Sirius Black was in desperate need of company and no one would oblige, which was the oddest thing. Why wouldn't anyone want to talk to him? He was Sirius Black. The betrayal he felt by not only his friends and the universe was simply unfathomable.

Instead of wasting another second at failing to get the trolley ladies attention he decided to retreat back to his compartment where he'd spend the next fifty years alone, and desperate for human contact.

How could anyone be that insufferable? Surely it took talent to be that annoying, it must have developed through years of practice. At first she didn't mind him sitting in her compartment but then he'd started sighing and groaning every five minutes. Which had turned out to be a real inconvenience. Therefore instead of indulging in the intolerable excuse of a boy she took out her hearing aids. Not to be bothered. She had important things to think about, and very significant fantasies to attend.

She didn't need some disagreeable idiot interrupting her every five minutes. After all he'd never spoken to her before therefore he certainly did not have the right to interrupt her.

She turned her attention to the window, where she watched silently. Observing. Even though she couldn't hear a thing she could see just how loud the world was. She could see how under appreciated the universe was, how it'd never been given credit for the beauty it claimed.

Hazel was not pretty, she was certainly was certainly no judge of beauty yet she found herself thinking that the earth was far prettier than anyone could have ever given it credit for.

It was loud, something she'd never been able to understand, but something she could feel.

Her hearing could have been fixed, surely if mermaids existed than her hearing could be fixed, there had to be a way. However it was surely a way she didn't particularly care for.

Hazel was a muggleborn, she was different from her family. Not only was she deaf, she was a witch. Not the best of combinations. Her parent's encouraged her to continuously explore her magical abilities yet they were scared, scared she'd go too far. Which is why they automatically obliged when she'd gotten her acceptance letter.

She didn't want to be fixed, for she wasn't broken. If such magic existed she'd hardly consent for it to be performed upon her. She didn't want this to be another reason she was different from her family. How could she explain it to the doctor's?

"I was deaf, but now I am not!" She could just imagine that conversation going disastrously wrong. Hazel didn't dwell upon her peculiarity, for she didn't feel the need to. She'd accepted herself as strange a long time ago, so had her cousin, who also happened to be a witch.

Piper was her only friend, which Hazel suspected was only because they were family, and family had to stick together, right? Upon thinking of Piper, Hazel found herself turning bitter, as she unconsciously glared out the window.

Hazel was a creature lacking in the basic of human abilities, yet she was magical. Not just in the wizardry sense, but she was absolutely enchanting. Where her face wasn't beautiful her words were.

She didn't talk to anyone, because she didn't want too. She didn't need anybody, whenever she wanted to rant she'd write. Words would flow from her hand uncontrollably. She wrote about how fake the world seemed to be, and how shallow everyone in it was. She wrote the truth in big bold letters. It'd certainly be a shame if anyone happened to get a hold of her book, for her words were absolutely bewitching.

He thought it impossible how quickly the world had turned on him. After all Sirius was amazing in all of his entirety, who wouldn't want to be blessed with his angelic presence?

He'd refused to believe it was because he'd went too far, reigned too long. He'd refused to believe the world no longer acknowledged him, he refused to believe that nobody wanted him near them, because James and Remus weren't around. Surely what Sirius had to say was stimulating enough.

However the longer he went around refusing to believe the stronger his belief became, until he was absolutely convinced he – the center of the universe – was no longer.

It made sense didn't it, Sirius was rather loud and off putting, not even some lonely peasant girl would indulge in a conversation with him. James was loud but he had a voice people wanted to listen to, and Remus he was soft spoken, but soft spoken with a message.

They spoke with conviction, something Sirius along with initiative lacked. He felt positively atrocious. He wanted nothing more than to rely a long rant about why the world should be kissing the ground he walked on. After all Sirius was precious gem, one you didn't find often. He deserved to be worshipped.

Sirius was so much convinced he deserved to be loved and treated as if he was Merlin himself, he'd become a pretentious drama queen with cheesy train jokes. This was simply catastrophically world ending. How could the whole entire universe simultaneously become impartial to the one and only, Sirius Black?