Platform 9 ¾ , 1971
Sirius
Honestly, I hoped that I don't go into Slytherin. Mother and Father would, of course, disagree. Our family was all about blood purity and all that nonsense. Me? I couldn't care less.
Right now, we are standing on Platform 9 ¾, waiting for the Hogwarts Express. My cousins Narcissa and Bellatrix are loudly complaining about the "filthy Muggles" at the platform. Urgh,can't they just shut up for once? Merlin's beard, I am SO ditching them on the train.
James
I can't wait to get to Hogwarts! I hope I'll get sorted into Gryffindor. After all, Father was one and it seems so amazing! Father is pushing my trolley. We pass by a family of wizards. Immediately,Mum scrunched her nose. Noticing that, I whispered to Mother, "Mum, why do you not like those wizards?" Mum whispered, "Those are the Blacks, James. They're stuck-up wizards and witches who think that they're better than everyone else."
I nodded. Father had said something about the Blacks, as well as the Malfoys, on the journey here. I glanced back at the Blacks. Among them was a sullen-looking boy about my age. He seemed unhappy and somewhat pissed at his family. Blimey! I guess not all Blacks were mean.
