Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter. All original based characters belong to me.

Chapter One

On the Train

'I can't believe this is actually happening,' eleven-year-old Remus thought to himself, as he looked at the scarlet coloured engine of Hogwarts Express. 'How can anyone allow me to even board it? Let alone be any where near the school of which it'll take me to?'

He felt a comforting hand upon his shoulder. Remus turned his head and looked up slightly to see his father.

"Don't worry, son," he said in an assuring voice. "Everything has been sorted out; there is nothing to worry about."

Remus gave a weak smile; the doubt was lingering in his blue eyes. Just then train whistle blew, telling all those who're meant to be on board, get on board now.

"All right, son," said Remus's father, "Best to get on the train."

"Okay dad," said Remus.

"Be good," he heard his mother say, before kissing him on the cheek.

"I will, mum," said Remus.

After giving both his mother and father a firm hug, Remus buried to board the train. Once he was on board, Remus went to try and find a compartment. This proved to be rather challenging, being that most of them were occupied.

He slid one door open, only to find that there was a boy about his age sitting in here, he had a thin build, wearing black clothing, sallow looking skin, black shoulder length hair and rather large nose. The boy peered up from the book of which he was reading, giving a rather calculating look towards Remus.

"I'm sorry," said Remus, "I didn't realise someone was in here. I … I'll leave you alone then."

He was about to leave and close the door, when the other boy spoke up.

"Wait." Causing Remus to stop and face the boy.

"Hmm?" said Remus.

"You're going into the first year too, aren't you?" the boy asked.

"I am," Remus answered, nodding.

"Know what house you're going to be in?" the boy asked.

Remus shook his head, he felt he was rather intruding on this boy, but another part of him was telling him that perhaps that there was no real harm in at least trying to make some friends. Maybe this boy could be just one the friends he hoped to make during his time at Hogwarts.

"No-one really does," said the boy. "What's your name?"

"Remus Lupin," Remus answered, "You?"

"Severus Snape," said the boy.

Remus didn't know whether or not to step fully into the compartment or not. Severus could see the debated look on the other eleven-year-old's face.

"Are you going to come in and sit down, or what?" Severus asked.

"I … I guess so," said Remus, "If it doesn't bother you."

Severus shook his head. Remus gave a small smile and accepted the invitation.

At another part of the train another eleven-year-old boy the fringe of his black hair worn casually over his eyes had found himself the perfect area to sit himself in, away from all those whom were expecting him to be something he was not. His name was Sirius Black and the last thing he wanted was to be hassled by certain members of his 'family' and listen to the rubbish over just how good they were because they were pureblood. The only person in his family he wouldn't mind seeing was his cousin Andromeda, who was in the fourth year now.

Sighing heavily, Sirius rested his head upon the back of the seat and looked out of the window, there, he could see his parents, standing there with them was his younger brother, Regulus. Oh, how it pained Sirius to see his brother with them, knowing full well that he would be sorely 'poisoned' with their bigotry and pureblood pride. Sirius just knew that there was just no way in the world he was going to live up to the Black standards, there was no way in the world.

'I am so screwed,' he thought to himself.

"Hi," a voice interrupted the train of thoughts that were rolling through Sirius's head, "Can I sit in here? This place seems to be filling fast and I would like a place to sit."

The owner of the voice was a boy, his hair looked like a black mass of mess, it seemed that no matter anyone was to do with it, there was just now way in the world it was going to be tidy, ever! On his face he wore a set of round gold framed glasses and he had a thin build.

"Go ahead," was all Sirius could answer in reply.

The boy grinned and was soon sitting opposite to Sirius.

"I'm James Potter!" the boy introduced himself, putting out his right hand.

"Sirius Black!" Sirius said straight back, taking the hand.

James stared at him for a moment as they pulled out of their handshake.

"You mean, you're a Black?" he said, unsure whether to be afraid, or brave, or what.

"Can I just point out in full that I am nothing like my family," Sirius said, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

"I'm sorry," James apologised, "It's just that your family name, along with the Malfoys and a couple of others, well … it's not hard to see."

"Like I said, I am not like my family, I don't plan to be," Sirius replied.

James nodded. There was an awkward sort of silence between the two boys for a moment.

"So, what Quidditch team do you go for?" James decided to ask to break the ice.

Sirius grinned at this, now this was his kind of subject.

"My family thinks I go for the Vultures, like them, but I actually go for the Tigers," he answered.

"Sweet," said James, "I do too."

Back at the part of the train Remus and Severus were, the compartment door was slid open and a girl stood in the doorway. She had long flowing light brown hair and a sweet face that made her look a lot younger than what she actually appeared to be.

"Um … hello," she said, "Is it okay if I sit here?"

Remus looked at Severus, seeming to wonder what his answer would be, being that he was all ready willing to let her sit with them, but he wasn't sure about Severus.

Severus then gave a shrug of the shoulders.

"If you must," he said.

The girl gave a grateful smile and moved in and shortly sat down next to Remus.

"So … what's your name?" Remus asked shyly.

The girl blushed a little. "Alyssa Kenley," she answered.

Remus couldn't help but look at this girl and think that she was some sort of angel or something. Maybe Hogwarts wasn't going to be that bad. However, he still worried over a certain issue he knew would probably end any friendships he makes. He hoped that it won't happen.

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The train stopped at Hogsmeade station and the students all poured off the train.

"Firs'-years over 'ere!" called a loud voice that belonged to a large man who was probably ten feet taller than the average man and had a large hairy black face. "Firs'-years over 'ere!"

Many of the first years couldn't help but feel rather timid by this large man. Remus looked up at the sky, deep, deep down he was glad that it was a waning moon tonight.

"Nice isn't it?" a voice came up from his left.

"Huh?" said Remus, turning his head to see Alyssa.

"The moon," said Alyssa, "It's beautiful, especially when it's full."

"Oh … yeah!" Remus said, a little hesitant on that notion, he always feared the moon when it was full, as he knew exactly what it does to him and it was something he'd like to keep with him for as long as possible.

Remus and Alyssa both moved forward with the rest of the first-years, they had lost Severus in the crowd, but it was possible that they were to meet again in the future.

"Four to a boat!" the large giant of a man, later found out to be known as Hagrid, called out when they reached the docks, where many little boats were sitting afloat upon the blackened water.

Carefully the students boarded the boats and once were all in they were finding themselves being pulled along automatically. Suddenly, every single one of the first-years were all in awe to what they saw. There standing before them was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, illuminated by the many, many lights and it reflected elegantly against the water below it.

"Whoa!" James said with wide eyes.

Sirius couldn't help but agree. However, he knew, oh how he knew that there will be people of whom he would love nothing more than to avoid the moment he stepped through those doors.

The boats continued along, until it soon reached to a dock deep under the school, within a cave. They were soon following Hagrid up the narrow stairs and out into the open outside, shortly standing before a set of humongous oak doors.

They stood as Hagrid began to knock …