Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself…?" -C.S. Lewis
Sirius walked down the hall slowly. The class he was supposed to be in started minutes ago but he found himself going in the opposite direction. Soon he had gotten to the roof where no classes were being held. He sat and allowed his head to hit the wall behind him. Letting out a breath, Sirius closed his eyes. The morning sun was hot against his black robes, though the air was cold.
Sirius released the thoughts he'd been holding in all day. It started when his housemates in Slytherin began insulting students in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Those who were blood traitors and muggle born, calling them mud bloods and all sorts of dirty terms. Ravenclaw wasn't spared but some of the students from Slytherin had relations in Ravenclaw, as it was second best to Slytherin.
At that moment Sirius had been looking only down at his plate, disgusted by the words they were saying. In his mind, those born from muggles weren't any less than purebloods. Though you couldn't really call purebloods pure, seeing as they were usually inbred.
Snorting slightly, Sirius shook his head. Now was not the time for those thoughts.
He thought back to when he glanced up from his plate to see a member of Gryffindor looking solely at him. He remembered jolting a bit, finding it odd that anyone identified him from the opposite side of the room.
He stared back, however uncomfortable he was with it. The boy next to him nudged him roughly, and Sirius winced lightly. It was only days after Christmas holidays and it left a mark on him, in the form of bruises.
He'd had to break the eye contact momentarily, but it was enough for him to question what he was doing. He fought the urge to search for the eyes once more, but it nearly overpowered him. That was when he stood and left the hall in a rush.
His absence didn't cause a commotion but for a few heads turning in his direction.
That brought him to where he sat now, curling in on himself to conserve warmth, yet at the same time enjoying the brisk winter air.
He thought to continue this way until he couldn't feel the body he inhabited.
The plan went to dust when footsteps sounded nearby. Sirius simply sat there, willing whoever it was to walk pass him and allow him to drown in his sorrow.
Instead the footsteps came closer and closer, stopping only when they arrived to stand next to him.
Sirius assumed it was either a teacher or another Slytherin. "Either give me a detention or fuck off."
The person standing next to him laughed, and sat down. Sirius immediately felt warmth spread through his side.
"Now that's no way to talk to… well me."
Sirius snapped his head to the side to confirm the thought he had reached. Potter was talking to him.
"Potter." Sirius stated, confused. "What are you doing here?"
"Same as you are, thinking of me."
A smile started on Sirius's lips, and he allowed it to grow. He felt the rarely used muscles in his face stretch, and the cold that had made him numb moments before, start to hurt.
"You seem to be mistaken, Potter. I was thinking of myself."
"Yes, but now you are thinking of me."
"And you of me."
Potter narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. They remained like that for a few minutes, before Potter began to complain of the cold.
"Let's go inside."
Sirius watched the breath leave Potter's mouth and smiled again. "Alright."