Hi! So this is my first HP-fanfic ever… I hope you'll like it though ;)

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I danced around my room, grabbing all the necessary stuff and throwing them into the huge trunk at the end of my bed, while the beat of my favorite song was flowing through the speakers located at the huge window, through which the surrounding fields could be seen, and a single lonely house in which my best friend lived, who I hadn't seen all summer because he was at some friends house.

Spellbook after spellbook hit the bottom of the trunk, followed by armfuls of quills, ink bottles and parchment. I didn't care to fold the newly bought schoolrobes either, and they simply joined the rest of the mess inside the trunk without much thought.

Normally, I would have been a bit more careful packing (I won't promise anything though!), but I was already running late, and wouldn't it just be splendid if I missed the train on my first day at Hogwarts? Yeah, I didn't think so either.

But even though I was in a hurry, I simply couldn't resist singing along to my favorite part of the song playing. Jumping up onto the bed, which was facing the window, I grabbed my hairbrush that somehow had gotten under my pillow, and began singing;

"'So you think you stone me and spit me in the eye.

So you think you can love me and leave me to die.

Oh baby, can't do this to me baby.-" I started jumping a bit while spinning around, watching my room as it became blurred; the yellow-painted walls, the many posters of mugglebands and-musicians, the tall figure in the doorway, the chaotic mass of cloths spread everywh- what! The tall figure in the doorway?

"'Just gotta get out, just gotta ge-'" I stopped spinning and jumping, before slowly turning myself to face this figure. I screamed in delight at the sight that met me, while the song kept playing in the background.

"Remus!" I dropped the hairbrush and jumped down at him, while throwing my arms round his neck. His chuckles send vibrations through my whole being as he hugged me, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too, Hayley." He replied, letting go of me. I looked him over.

He seemed to be in a good state, even though he still had the same shabbiness, which I'd grown accustomed to through our many years of friendship. He had always seemed much matured for his own age, having some kind of knowledge about life that none could really comprehend, which often made him seem reserved and grave. His face bore the scars from claws that once for so many years ago had ripped themselves across it in a brutal fashion. But even though they were old, they still hadn't disappeared and –as I knew- never would. They were after all cursed wounds, although he had never confided in me the exact way he'd gotten them. He'd just said that they didn't hurt and that it was nothing I should worry about.

This boy who so often seemed to be an outsider was my best friend. I enjoyed the humored expression on his face from my little 'performance', appreciating how it made him look younger and how his face lightened up. Beyond that, you also simply couldn't deny the fact that he looked quite handsome, even when dressed as simply as then in a white button-up and jeans.

"How far are you with packing your trunk?" he asked while eyeing the chaos behind me with a small smile. He had clearly expected it, which meant he clearly knew me too well.

"'Nothing really matters to me.'" I sang as the exact same sentence was being sung by the male leadsinger of the muggleband, which was still playing loudly from the speakers.

"Oh, I think it would matter to you if you missed the train and with it your seventh and last year in school."

I frowned in dislike. He could be such a know-it-all at times.

"But I don't wanna go to Hogwarts!" I whined while pouting at him. He merely laughed.

"I know, Hales. But your mom insists. It's safer there and besides; it's actually quite nice at Hogwarts."

I knew I couldn't win this. It was a lost battle that I'd already fought to many times over the summer with my mother. As to change the subject I grabbed a hairband that had gone stray from the others around my wrist, and tied my long dark curls into a ponytail.

"Your hair has grown a lot," he noted.

"Yeah, hair tend to do that," I smiled teasingly, to which he responded by rolling his eyes.

"Now, could you perhaps help me packing?"

"Of course," he answered after a short thoughtful pause.

…

After packing the trunk to its fullest extent (I'm completely convinced that it would burst if just one extra sock had been in it!) we left for Kings Cross Station. I had already said my goodbyes to my dear parents, who had left for India a few days earlier where my father, who's a muggle, had to do something job-related, so it had just been my grandmother and I since. Of course the goodbye became rather… ehm… yeah, let's just say I hadn't really expected her to begin crying, while telling me how much I've grown through the years (Big chock! Note the sarcasm). By the way; if you have embarrassing baby photos of yourself: destroy them! She had to show Remus all the ones where I –of course- was covered in food (I wasn't that good at getting it into my mouth, okay?), crying because someone *Cough* Remus *Cough* had to leave my birthday party too early in my opinion and so forth. Oh, I almost forgot to mention her constant bickering about how she's looking forward to our wedding. Yes, 'our' as in 'Remus and I'. She had always had this dream about us getting married one day ever since we became best friends. But as stated earlier; we're best friends. Not lovers or anything else. Except being best friends of course.

Anywaaaaayy;

Remus' mom and dad had volunteered to drive us, so my grandmother was spared. Thank goodness.

When we arrived at Kings Cross station we heaved our trunks out of the cars magically extended one. We said goodbye to them in a hurry, since my grandmother only had delayed us furtherer.

Remus had told me hundredths of times how to get through to platform 9 3/4, so without considering if I was doing it right I closed my eyes and ran into the wall between platform 9 and 10 with the trolley that held my trunk. Nothing happened. No crash. No sensation of feeling ice being poured over me (Don't ask why I even thought that may happen!). It felt as if I had walked right past the wall. In sudden fear that I might have missed it by turning direction unknowingly while running with closed eyes, I opened them quickly to see what had happened. I was standing in a chattering crowd consisting of boys and girls and their parents, all standing in front of a large red steam engine. A sign above me read Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock. I had made it. Soon Remus followed behind.

We pushed our trolleys to the train and loaded our trunks into an empty compartment, were we talked about our summers. Minutes later a tall boy with untidy jet-black hair, walked by our compartment. He just looked at us shortly, apparently searching for someone, before turning his head back to the hall. Suddenly he froze though. He turned his head to us again, and studied my face a few seconds with his brown eyes, which was framed by a pair of round classes, before settling themselves on Remus. Instantly a smile spread over his features, and he ripped the door open exclaiming "Moony!"

Remus looked up at the stranger who had addressed him with the odd nickname, breaking into a smile. He stood up and the boys 'man-hugged' (I just thinks it sounds a bit weird when you're talking about two guys 'hugging' therefore 'man-hugging').

"It's good to see you, Prongs," Remus replied when they broke apart.

"Who's this?" The stranger nodded towards me.

"Oh, yeah… This is Hayley Thorne, a new student and my oldest friend."

"Older than us even?" The boy's eyebrows were raised as he stared wonderingly at me.

"Older then you, yes. Hayley this is James Potter also known as Prongs, he's also one of my best friends." I stood up and shook hands with James, while he shot me a kind smile, which I couldn't resist returning.

"Where's Padfoot?" Remus asked looking towards the empty compartment door.

"He had to talk to 'someone'" both guys rolled their eyes.

"What do you mean 'someone'?" I asked.

"When Padf- sorry it's his nickname. His real name is Sirius, and when Sirius says 'someone' it clearly means he's off to flirt with some girl," Remus explained.

"They love him, you see," James added with a smirk.

"And he loves them,"

"Sounds like a good match," I simply replied, slightly scarred by the two smirking boys before me.

I really wasn't used to seeing Remus liked that, but somehow it suited him. He seemed happy.

"Can I join you two in here?" James asked afterwards, looking mostly at me.

"Sure," I answered earning a smile from Remus. He had probably feared this all summer; how would his oldest friend (that's me) react on his other friends that he had lived with for the past 6 years and the other way around, too of course. But so far I had to admit that I liked his friends, even though I hadn't met this Sirius they kept mentioning in their tales from earlier years at Hogwarts or from the summer, which they had been spending together at James' parents' house.

James lifted two huge trunks inside the compartment, and placed them alongside ours on the luggage rack. When I asked about why he had two trunks Remus replied that only one was James' and the other surely belonged to Sirius, to which James nodded.

The train began rolling and parents were running along with it winking their children off and yelling goodbyes to them. Shortly after we had rolled out of Kings Cross station, we became surrounded by fields. Everywhere you looked green grass stretched itself into the horizon to meet with the clear blue sky, which had only a limited amount of clouds at that day, leaving the sky to the sun, which was shining brightly at its highest peak.

We were talking about everything between heaven and earth, though mostly about the pranks they had pulled off through the years and of course; quidditch. Sadly, I didn't really understand a lot of it since I had never witnessed a game of it in my life. The only thing I could understand was that it took place on flying brooms and that a lot of different balls were involved.

Suddenly a girl appeared in the doorway. Her long fiery red hair was braided sideways so it hung over her left shoulder. She'd already changed into schoolrobes and her green eyes had fixed themselves on James –ignoring Remus and myself- with a furious look.

"Potter!" she began while pointing her finger accusingly at the poor fellow and I felt myself cringe at her tone, "How did you end up as Head boy? It's completely mental!"

"Well, tell that to Dumbeldore, and you can tell him that I don't want the job, too, while you're there."

This seemed to catch her off-guard.

"Y-you don't?" she stuttered unsure whether she should believe him or not.

"Of course I don't! I'll have to be responsible," he said the word as if it were the thing he feared most, which it perhaps even was, "but at least the job has a bright side, too."

"Which is?"

"I'll get to spend a lot of time with you, my Lily-flower. Before this year is over you'll have agreed to go out with me. Wait and see," he grinned at her.

"You wish!" She exclaimed her furiousness from earlier blazing up again, though she still blushed madly.

"Oh, I do!" He laughed.

"I would never ever agree to go out with you, Potter! You're such a bullying toerag who thinks he can do whatever he wants!"

"And this, Hayley, is Gryffindors lovebirds." I looked up at Remus as he addressed me, while waving his hand towards the couple.

"I… We're not… absolutely… not… Remus!" Suddenly noticing us her blush deepened. She turned towards me, hand outstretched, "Lily Evans and I'm ehm… sorry about that."

"No problem," I smiled and shook her hand; "I'm Hayley Thorne."

"You're a new student, right?" I nodded as she took the vacant seat beside me, "Where are you transferring from?"

"I was home-schooled. My mom –she's the witch in our family- used to be a teacher at Charm School in London before my dad got a job that demanded we constantly moved around the world, and they didn't like the thought of being stuck in Brasilia, if something happened to me back here."

"Why are you then taking your seventh year at Hogwarts?" James suddenly asked; Lily nodded in agreement with the question.

"Well, my mom and dad thought it would be better; safer. You know with the death eaters and such," again Lily nodded but her face had lost a bit of its color it seemed, "anyway. I've always spend my summers at my grandmothers, who happens to me a neighbor to the Lupins. They thought it would be best if I started at Hogwarts joining my best friend, Remus."

"Well, I'm sure we'll become good friends," Lily smiled though still a little pale, before turning to Remus and James, who were sitting in the seats facing ours, "There's a prefect meeting in one of the compartments by the way. Yes, Potter, you have to participate," she added sternly seeing that he was about to protest, and then added in a sweeter tone"Remus you're also required."

They excused themselves and quickly hurried down the hall, leaving me alone.

I leaned my forehead against the window looking out at the surroundings that had changed from green fields to mountains with snowy tips, the evening sun turning everything orange and red. The soothing rattle of the train underneath slowly began lulling me into sleep, and it almost succeeded in doing so, but suddenly the compartment door was opened.

"See you later, Sweetheart!" a voice yelled down the hall, before closing the compartment door again, "Well, hello, Beautiful." He said sitting down next to me in the same seat Lily had used earlier.

I opened my eyes, which had almost closed themselves mere seconds before he had entered, and sat up strait to see a tall boy sitting next to me, the same age as I. He had dark hair that was styled in a windswept but natural way and amazingly grey eyes. He was drop-dead gorgeous to be honest, but clearly also a Casanova noting how fast he had changed his attention from his 'sweetheart' to the 'beautiful', which apparently was me. Way to go; compliments.

"You must be Sirius," I simply stated.

"You've already heard of me? How wonderful! Only good things, I hope" he shot me a charming smile.

"Well, let's just say that they can be viewed differently," I said, smiling a bit myself. Why was I smiling?

"Who was your 'sweetheart'?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

He seemed as off-guard as Lily earlier with James. I fought the temptation to smile in victory, because I was pretty sure that Sirius was a person who rarely was caught off-guard about anything.

"Just some girl who fancies me," he said with the tone of someone who didn't care at all about the chosen object. Seeing he was so popular amongst my gender, he probably didn't, because he freely could choose whichever girl he wanted and then dump her, knowing that others gladly would take her place.

I really didn't like this guy so far.

"Some girl you fancy, too?" I asked.

"Not as much as I fancy you, Beautiful" he said while once again smiling one of those charmingly smiles of his.

"Well, since you 'fancy' me so much, how come you haven't asked what my name is? Who I am? Or anything else relating to those," I smirked, "and besides; You're not my type."

He gasped as if someone had kicked him in the gut, his eyes widening.

"Not you're type?" he snapped, "who says I give a damn about me being your type. You're not my type! And besides; I'm everybody's type."

"Apparently not. And hey, you said that you 'fancied' me more than 'sweetheart', so I must be your type!"

"Oh, don't think you're anything special now!"

"Who said I feel special in anyway?"

And as our argument got more heated for every retort uttered, I quietly noticed the way he was looking at me as it changed from one of irritation and fury to an more interested one, like a scientist eyeing his newest discovery wondering what it perhaps would do to help change the world.

Suddenly a knock sounded and both of us turned sharply towards the compartment door, where James was standing with Remus at his shoulder, the latter seemed to be feeling ill. He opened the door an inch.

"Can we come in or are we going to be killed if we do so," he asked with a humored expression.

"'Course," we muttered quietly, embarrassed by the sudden interruption.

Both boys entered our compartment and took their previous seats.

"Sirius this is my best friend Hayley Thorne. She's a new student," Remus said with a weak smile, "and this, Hayley, is Sirius Black another one of my best friends."

Unlike James she didn't shook hands with Sirius and he didn't offer it either. They both just kept staring in their own directions, sometimes engaging one or both of the others in conversations, though never at the same time. This game kept itself playing for the rest of the trip, just like Remus' ill-looking expression, but whenever asked he said it was nothing, though both Sirius and James sent him worried and questioning looks, which he simply ignored.

As Sirius started a debate about how they best would beat Slytherin in this year's quidditch match I decided to space out, and leaned my head against the cold glass of the window. Darkness had fallen and nothing could be seen now, except the distant lights of cars and small villages.

Then Lily appeared once more in the doorframe.

"We're going to be at Hogwarts in 15 minutes. You better change now." She simply said, before turning on her heel leaving as quickly as she had come.

A/N: Hello again! So what did you think… Too long? Too stupid? Should Peter be in it? (I HATE HIM! But anything for you ;P) Tell me, please, in a review ;) The song used in the beginning is "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen (All rights belongs to them)… See ya!

-Marie