A/N: Hey guys, so if you're a transfer from my other story Green Eyed Girl then hello, nice to see you again If you are a newbie to my writing then Hi, welcome, my name is Chloe. A few things about me/my writing? Okay, I'll name three: 1. I do have the tendency to miss deadlines, sorry! authors notes do tend to be rather long, sorry, in future you might want to skip them :/ 3. I love love love Harry Potter (obviously) but sometimes I get Potter things wrong because I run off of memory, which I know is terrible, but please correct me when I'm wrong! Okay, so, nice to meet you guys.

SO, originally this was just a side story to Green Eyed Girl (my Lily/James-don't hate me Sev fans, I still love him-story) but then I got inspired and got my writing mojo back, so to speak. So, if you have any questions, PLEASE ask, I'm always here. Seriously, I near enough live on here; I'm never off the internet…

So, without further ado, Here it is… The Beginning

Epilogue

Love does not always come around when you want it to. In fact, it comes in the most unlikely of places, at the most unlikely of times. And they, as much as they might protest, are no exception to the rule. In some ways they are similar; their tenacity, their bravery, their thirst for adventure, whilst in other ways, the ways in which they are least proud of, they are not. She too had always been the least favourite sibling, a shrinking violet in the midst of a family of tiger lilies. They have always been so eccentric, so bold and so… extraordinary. When ordinary is all you would like to be, where is the justice in the world? He, rightly so, feels secluded from his evil, Slytherin family, she from her own. I guess they were made for each other from the start; they were blessed by the stars. No matter how much they defy destiny, destiny is the path they must follow. No matter how far they run, they are doomed to follow this path, forever and always, 'til death do they part.

Chapter 1: The Beginning.

"Goodbye, mother," eleven year old Flidais Sonas wept as she burst into her mothers awaiting arms. It was time for her to leave for Hogwarts, to begin to pave her way into the world, to begin to hurtle down the road towards her awaiting destiny. There she was, ready to meet the classmates she would have for seven years, and she was sobbing, uncontrollably, into her mother's chest.

"It's okay, Fli," Her mother, Bonnie, replied, a tear staining it's way down her cheek as she looked into the eyes of her middle child. Affectionately, she tucked a loose strand of her chocolate-brown curls behind her ear and pushed her new glasses, especially bought for starting Hogwarts, to the bridge of her nose. She truly was a replica of her mother. "You'll love it, you know you will. If you have any problems, Angus is always there," She said, gesturing to her oldest child.

Angus Sonas, a rare and god-like creature, was the next big thing at Hogwarts. Not only was he sublimely good-looking, intelligent and an exceptionally musically talented boy, he could also add modest to his lengthy list of traits. Almost every girl, even the older students, would have to admit he would grow into a fine and handsome man one day. His short brown hair, loosely and yet perfectly styled, always fell in the same place, as though he had designed it to be like that, although he clearly hadn't. His caramel-toned skin was immaculate and flawlessly maintained, not a hint of a spot on his forehead and a girl could be lost in his eyes for days on end. He was the most popular boy in Hogwarts, and he hated it.

He, much like all returning Hogwarts students, was scanning the crowd for the friends he had made the year before, Harrison and Ellis. You would never have depicted the three of them together, unless you knew more to Angus' character. He may have appeared as a celestial, unapproachable being, but beneath the surface, he was much, much more. So, contrary to all expectations, Angus did not choose to simply befriend anyone in the hopes of them being popular, rather over the last year, he selected his friends to be the people who truly cared. Harrison, a muggle born, had deep brown eyes and messy, sandy blonde hair. He was always laughing, always happy and always friendly to whoever he met. Truth be told, he still thought this was all a dream and that the next day, he would wake up, and it would all be over. Ellis however, was different. With black hair and mysterious grey eyes, he was a thoughtful, kind individual with a breath-taking lease on life. Although all three boys were beautiful in their own rights, they were all beautifully different, making them the golden trio of Hogwarts.

"See you, mum," He smiled, hugging Bonnie with one arm whilst keeping his gaze rested on the other side of the platform in the direction of where his friends were boarding the train already, accompanied by what seemed to be the rest of the students in his year. "Say goodbye to dad and Airmid for me, won't you?"

Airmid, the third and final Sonas child, was eight years old and had stayed home in Ireland due to her mothers demands that she mustn't miss muggle school in order to say farewell to her siblings. Furthermore, she had demanded, they would have to wake at ungodly hours of the morning in order to get to London on time. So, against the many protests of a crestfallen and rather petulant child, the three of them had set off, leaving their father to look after Airmid. She, much like every other magical eight year old, was a rather strong willed and determined child, often stomping her feet in order to have her way. Of course, it was just a phase, and she'd be back to her normal, sweet self in no time. Airmid was almost identical to Fli, with the exception of her eyesight and height. The family itself was beautiful, each of them looking like beautiful Irish, Celtic gods. Of whom, ironically, they had gathered their names from.

Their namesake came from the education Bonnie and her husband Andrew had received whilst they were at Hogwarts. Once, during a muggle studies lesson, the old and rather peculiar Professor Lupus had taught the class about the Celtic gods of Ireland, the place of each of their births. Both of them had relished in these stories and so named their children after their favourite gods. Airmid; a herbal healer, Angus; god of love, beauty and an overall musical genius and Flidais; god of shape shifting and the only woman to ever satisfy a man who would once need seven women. Fli, sadly, had drawn the short straw in regards to not only her name but also her namesake. At eleven years old, there is only so many names people can call you before you get annoyed.

There, the three of them stood, warmly hugging each other goodbye before Angus scuttled off to join his friends and Fli boarded the train.

Across the platform, a young boy stands, alone, huddled in his overly expensive, humungous coat, watching students mill by, hugging their parents, kissing their siblings. His own parents stand upright, respectively and his brother is stand next to them, his nose turned up to his surroundings. No matter what Sirius wore, his untameable, curly hair would make him look scruffy as it hung, tightly wound, in his face.

"Goodbye, mother, father, Regulus," He said hesitantly, nodding to each one in turn before bending down to pick up his trunk by it's bashed handle and turning to walk towards the Hogwarts express. He, personally, could not wait to get away from his overly pressurising family and their stupid expectations.

"Sirius," He span around at the sound of his mothers cold, harsh voice.

"Yes?"

"Make sure you're in Slytherin," She said emotionlessly, turning to leave, his father and Regulus in tow. Yeah, he thought, like I'd ever try to do that.

Boarding the train, he didn't really know what to do. He had no siblings at Hogwarts, his parents hadn't uttered a word to him since he was nine years old about magic and he did not like his cousins who were currently studying there. So, hesitantly, he started scanning the train for empty compartments. Because he was early, there was a range to choose from before the train actually set off. Sadly, most students were already aboard the Hogwarts express, accompanied by the friends they had made the year previously and so Sirius was left to find a compartment that was simply not full to the brim. It took him a while before he found a near-enough empty compartment and then, as luck would have it, he found two at once. In one was a trio of first years. A red-headed girl sat by the window, staring out on to the platform as a greasy-haired, strangely dressed boy sat opposite her. He seemed to be in some way consoling the girl. Of course Sirius recognised him as a potential Slytherin, he could sense them a mile off. After all, he had lived with three of them for the worst part of ten years. The girl, he was unsure of for where he was sly and abundantly elusive, she was shy and seemingly upset. The other first year in the carriage was a scruffy looking boy with tattered robes and had a beaten looking book resting in his hands.

The other compartment was much quieter. It held just one student, presumably a first year, who sat by the window, tears in her eyes. Her brown locks hung in curls down her back and her thick-rimmed glassed hid her eyes. Sirius couldn't help but notice her beauty and wonder why such an exceptional looking girl would be crying on a day like this. This was the day they would all be going to Hogwarts, the day they would all be sorted into houses and begin their magical journey! How could you not be excited? She must be crazy, he thought, as he slid open the compartment door and requested if he could join the three first years in the other compartment.

Sadly, if his mind had directed him into a different direction, if he had opted for the other option, if he had joined the girl and asked why she was crying, well, theirs would be a different story altogether.

"Excuse me?" A redheaded girl said as she peeked through the door. "Do you mind if myself and my friend join you? The boys next door were annoying us and you seemed like you wouldn't mind the company." She smiled sweetly, gesturing to her oddly dressed friend.

"Of course, come on in," Fli replied, suddenly sitting up straight as though she may scare the two first years, her potential friends, away with her terrible posture. "My name is Flidais Sonas," She introduced with a smile, offering her palm for a handshake as the two of them sat down.

"This is Severus Snape," Lily gestured towards her friend, seated protectively next to her. "And I'm Lily, Lily Evans."

"Nice to meet you."

As she sits and giggles with her newfound friends, he lounges and chuckles in the next compartment, each of them overwhelmed by the apprehension of their arrival at Hogwarts, each of them unaware of their coming fait. But one thing is certain: their paths are bound to entwine; their stories are only just beginning; their lives are dependant on each moment.

And thus, the story begins. And although we may fight against it, we must live it through, to the last, painful second.

Soooo.

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Anyway, I have to go to bed now, BYEEEEEEE,

Love you all,

~Chloeeeeeeeeeeeee xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx