Hello, this is my first story here. I'm trying my best to write something creative and interesting, so bear with me. In all honesty, I don't know how often I'll update. Probably at least one or two chapters a week, more if I don't have homework. My paragraphing and grammar aren't great, but I'm working on them as I go along. I hope you like the story, and I know the chapters are short, and pretty soon I'm probably going to start usuing POV as the story goes on to fix that. It IS a work in progress, expect much, much more from this story.
I don't own Harry Potter, just the 2 characters I've created. Everything else is J.K. Rowlings.
Sirius bounced back on the balls of his feet, and sprinted forward, as always, there was that strange, disorienting feeling that often came with running into a brick wall…actually, it was running through a brick wall, but hey, through, into. There was only a massively huge difference.
He felt like there was someone watching him, but before he could give it a second thought he made it through. He turned to check behind him but didn't see anything, he faced forward again and saw he was quickly approaching another cart, he put on the heel and slowed to a stop to late; his cart bumped the one in front of him, the kid pushing it turned around. "Hey, wotcher—" the boy began, but froze mid-sentence as a grin spread wide across his face.
"Sirius, of course, you'd be the one to bump me, eh?" Sirius smiled back at him, excited to have run into him, literally. "Someone's got to do it, James and I might as well." James laughed and embraced Sirius tightly. "Summer is to long, Sirius!" Sirius cracked up at that, the laugh making his sides ache. "I saw you two weeks ago, I had to leave to go see my family," Sirius rolled his eyes. 'Family' was a loose term, the Potter's were more of a family to him than his mother and father had ever been. Sirius continued on, "But trust me…the whole time all I thought about were possible pranks for this year." James smiled even wider.
Sirius looked over his shoulder, he still had that feeling someone was watching him. As he turned, he saw a shadow flit over and hide behind one of the columns in the station. That was odd. He told James to watch his luggage and he left to investigate, he jogged over there, knocking over a few first years in the process, but by the time he got there, whatever he had seen was gone.
Sirius walked back over to James slowly, mulling over the strange feeling he'd had earlier, and now the weird shadow. Sirius looked up at James, who looked incredibly confused. "What was that about?" James asked, "I've just had this feeling someone's watching me. I haven't been able to shake it." James laughed, "You're getting paranoid on me already? Come on, we haven't even gotten to Hogwarts! Besides, paranoia is Remus's job." Sirius smiled and shook off the feeling he'd had, falling into step with James, discussing all the wonderful pranks they had in store this year.
James and Sirius were brothers, not from the same family, but from the same soul. They were mischievous, loud, good-looking trouble-makers. They had met four years ago at the sorting ceremony at Hogwarts; they'd both been put into Gryffindor. After that it'd been an instant friendship, just add trouble.