Ok you guys, this is my first actual fanfic, so be nice when you review. I'm a little bit afraid of how this might turn out and I get writers block all the time. So don't be too harsh on me ok…I don't care about grammar, but I want you to tell me what I could add to make it better and if you understand or not etc. I have a plot going, but I may have to change it. So bear with me. I'm only 14! Anyways enjoy! Thanks.

Chapter 1- Meetings in Diagon Alley.

It was a normal quiet day in the small area of Godrics Hollow. Many grand houses lined the serene streets. One great warm brown house with a black door stood beside an identical one. Behind the first on was a huge Quidditch pitch. A shed sat beside it holding broomsticks and Quidditch balls. This house was the house of James Potter.

"Grab the mail please son!" George Potter called. An eleven-year-old boy almost fell down the stairs, his extremely messy hair still wet from his shower. His hazel eyes glinted as he looked through the mail.

"Look dad! My letters here!" James cried. James Potter handed a mound of letters to his father, then started opening his very own. After reading the first page, he handed it to his smiling father.

"No racing brooms son, you'll have to wait until next year. But I think we can buy you an owl, as a going to school present. Your mother would approve," he added. James knew very well that his father would buy him a racing broom if his mother weren't so strict. Although Natalie Potter was very loving and soft, she was very strict when it came to breaking rules. James took a bit more after his father, very mischievous and pranks loving. James nodded slowly and said, 'but we can get one before term starts right? I mean she'll never know." George Potter nodded. "Yes son, how about the new Starlight 3000? I have connections, and I could get it for you the day before it comes out. That would be the day you catch your train." He answered. James nodded vigorously. "Thanks Dad, you're the best. Can we go and get my stuff today? Please?" he pleaded to his father.

"Why not? But your mother is out on Auror business today, so I'm going to tell Hobo we're leaving." Hobo was the Potters house elf. He took care of the Potter Manor in Godrics Hollow. Hobo was very devoted to James' father, George. He was also the leader of the many house elves in the Potter Manor. James had his very own house elf that brought him breakfast and woke him up in the mornings. You could say the Potters were rich, George and Natalie being extremely well known Aurors and having an only son. But they were as normal as possible, except for the fact they were all witches and wizards. James' family line went far back and he was mostly pureblood. James smiled excitedly as his father went to speak to the house elves, then ran upstairs in another attempt to tame his hair.

Sirius Black had never been very friendly. Considering how many get togethers his pure blood family had had, he had assumed it was a good thing. He hated his family and all their pure blood business. Luckily, his mother had sent him to Diagon Alley by himself, so he could get away for a while. She had taken her 'perfect' son Regulus shopping in Knockturn Alley, a place Sirius dreaded. Its dark dreary streets reminded him of his house in Grimmauld Place. He had wished to leave those bad memories at home, and enter the sunlight, which his mother hated. Mrs. Black had handed him a huge handful of gold, which Sirius thought was rather generous considering his mother. She hadn't noticed how much money she had handed him, which meant he could buy whatever he wanted. He first set off to Madame Malkins Robes for All Occasions, so he could get his new Hogwarts robes. As he waited on a stool, a boy with extremely messy black hair stepped into the shop, his hazel eyes glinting mysteriously. The boy smiled at him.

"Hey, I'm James Potter," he said.

Sirius didn't really know what to say. No one had ever treated him this nicely.

"Sirius Black," he answered.

James sort of twitched, then went on as if it had never happened. "You going to Hogwarts? Hoping you're in Slytherin I gather?"

Sirius could feel anger burning inside. Who was to judge him by his name? "No, I hate my stupid family, I hate Slytherin," he said grimly. James looked mildly surprised before saying.

"Cool, hope you're in Gryffindor with me." Sirius felt himself warming up to the boy. "Yeah, anything but Slytherin," he said.

"So, do you play Quidditch?" James asked.

"Yeah, I play Chaser. You?" Sirius answered, finally into the subject.

James nodded. "Yeah, I play Seeker, I think its pretty stupid how we aren't aloud to have broomsticks, I think my dad will get me one anyway," James said.

"Yeah, I have a Starlight 1900, which I think is the nicest broom around these days. They haven't made a new model for a while," Sirius answered.

"Wow awesome! My dad hasn't bought me a broomstick yet. He says I have to wait until second year. , I'm so excited, my old broomstick is a load of crap, so a new one would be nice. But I think I'm gonna see if he can buy me one today," James answered. Sirius suddenly noticed the witch sewing his robes magically was finished, and he hopped off his stool to pay. James was finished shortly after that, and paid for his new robes.

"You want to go for an ice cream? My dads out for a while, and then I really want to buy my wand and look at the broomsticks, "James asked. Sirius nodded excitedly. Maybe Hogwarts wouldn't be that bad after all. They headed to Flortescues Ice Cream Shop.

"So, you're a Black," James said awkwardly.

"Not in my eyes," Sirius replied. "I hate them and all their pure blood stuff. They think being a Black makes you practically royal. My brother Regulus is clearly the family favorite, he believes in all the pure blood stuff. He's obsessed with the Dark Arts, and he's 2 years younger than I am. My cousin Andromeda is the only sane one in my family. She's still in Slytherin, she believes in all that pure blood stuff, but she's not totally insane with it. She's two years older than I am. Probably the nicest Slytherin you'll meet. Her two sisters Narcissa and Bellatrix are extremely evil. Narcissa is my age; she'll be in Slytherin for sure. Bella is one year older than I am. Clearly my parents, and family are all dark wizards, and nothing else."

James looked at his new friend sympathetically.

"That doesn't sound great. Both my parents are Aurors," James started. My dad's brother was killed anonymously last year. Probably a backfired spell, or something. My two cousins are living by themselves already, so I don't see them often. My mom's family has kind of left her on her own. I don't think they even know I exist, let alone that my mother's married. I wish I could know them, then maybe I could have some fun. It's no fun being an only child. But I guess I'm lucky. I have a wonderful family and a pretty nice house. I live in Godrics Hollow. I even have a Quidditch pitch! I've been practicing ever since I was five. You should come over for Christmas and Easter. We could practice together."

Sirius nodded enviously. "You want to go and get wands now?" he asked, changing the painful subject of his family.

"Sure," James answered.

As they entered Ollivanders Wand Shop a very pretty red head with gleaming emerald green eyes greeted them. She looked at them apologetically, then asked a very old graying man. "How many times will I have to do this?" The old man shook his head hopelessly and handed her another wand. "I don't know my dear. The wand chooses the wizard."

"Sorry boys, you may have to wait a while, this is taking forever. I'm starting to wonder if they made a mistake or something. You see I'm Muggle born and so I really have no idea what's going on. I do hope that this isn't just a dream, because two good looking boys such as yourselves couldn't be real," the girl said, giggling. Sirius and James puffed out their chests. The girl rolled her eyes. "Joking, hey I'm Lily Evans."

"I'm Sirius Black," Sirius said, as he bowed grandly.

Lily curtsied, then waved the wand she was holding. Files and papers suddenly scattered the room, floating all over the place. They covered the whole of the small shop. The old man's desk had been turned over and its drawers were going in and out simultaneously. Inkbottles had been spilt all over the ground, and quills had been soaked in the ink. "James Potter," James said, paper flying all around him. "You going to Hogwarts?" he asked nonchalantly. Lily nodded. "It was quite a surprise when I got my letter," she started waving another wand. (Several glass objects broke.) "I'm really worried I'm going to do bad

"Well with friends like Sirius Black and James Potter you can't go wrong," Sirius said.

Lily smiled. . I've bought a couple books already, and then I went to buy an ice cream to read them. They are so fascinating. I can't wait to start lessons, I hope we can start the first day, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Yeah. My next door neighbor Jade will be starting this year too. I'll introduce you two on the train," James started, to Sirius he added, "she's pretty good looking." Sirius winked, and rubbed his hands together. Lily finally found a wand that suited her, and quickly paid for it.

"See you at Hogwarts!" James called. Lily waved, beaming, then rushed off to buy the rest of her supplies.

"I saw her first, Dibs!" James called.

"S'ok, this Jade sounds pretty good to me," Sirius said. "Although Lily is kind of pretty hey?"

"Yeah," James said seriously.

After the two boys bought their wands, James took Sirius to meet his father. George Potter liked the longhaired, gray-eyed boy immediately.

"So dad, can Sirius spend Christmas and Easter at our house? We'll have so much fun since Jade lives next door and everything. Please?"

George Potter laughed and said "of course. Sirius, you're always welcome here. I daresay you two will find many amusing things to do. What with Jade living next door and everything." He winked at his son.

Sirius felt like he was about to cry. No one had ever been that nice to him. He still had to go home and face the torture his family laid upon him. His father, Ralph Black kept him locked in the boiler room, with the house elf Kreacher. Sirius loathed Kreacher, as he was extremely devoted to his mother. He wished that in his hiding place he wouldn't have to have reminders of the family he hated. He thought that as he grew bigger they might have to put him somewhere else. Once, when Sirius was about nine, his father had tried to lock him into the small cupboard, but Sirius had blown up. He had grown so large that he couldn't fit into the small space, so Ralph Black had decided to lock him in his room. But he refused to give up, some of the million house elves took pity on his and lured Kreacher out of the small room so they could sneak Sirius some food. His family seemed to think they could kill him by doing this to him. Sirius would never give up, he was not going to end up in Slytherin, and he would be in Gryffindor with his new friend James. This year was going to be great. He was going to prove that being a Black could be something good. Everyone would know his name, and they would admire he and James. Sirius had big plans for this year. As the hour grew late, Sirius and James parted, and James and his father flooed home.

"When is mom going to be home?" James asked.

"I'm not sure son, she has a lot of business to take care of right now," George answered.

"Well aren't you glad I met a new friend today? He's really cool dad, he plays Chaser and everything, so when he comes over we're gonna practice all the time!"

"Nice boy James, don't get into any trouble with him," George said reading the Daily Prophet from that morning.

"Me? Trouble?" James asked innocently.

James ran next door as fast as his long legs could carry him. Term at Hogwarts started today, and he didn't want to be late at platform 9 ¾. He rang his best friend Jade's doorbell a few times hurriedly. He tapped his foot loudly as he waited. A girl, a bit shorter than James, answered the door. Her long straight black hair came about to her elbows. Her chocolate brown eyes stared back at him from the doorway. Her long black robes blended in with her hair, and brought out her eyes. She looked at him stupidly, then said, "can I help you?"

"Jade, don't play games, I don't want to be late and there's someone I want you to meet. He plays Quidditch and he's really exciting! He's my new friend; we met in Diagon Alley. Please?" James pleaded.

"Hold your horses, I'm going," she said a little bit interested.

James started tapping his foot again and checking an imaginary watch.

"Let's go!"

He suddenly thought of something that would make his friend go faster.

"He's a big prankster, like us. We can exchange notes. We've already gone over many ways on how to prank you!"

James was of course lying, but Jade smiled evilly, then grabbed her things. The Potter Manor loomed before them as they entered, greeted by Hobo. James whipped past Hobo, muttering a sorry, and rushed into the great room. George Potter was waiting by the fireplace with a flowerpot full of green powder. "Ok you guys, remember yell loudly and clearly Platform 9 ¾. I'll be along shortly. Ok now grab your things, and hustle in, you wouldn't want to be late on your first day of school. We want to make a good impression." George stared at James.

"What?" the boy said innocently then dragged his trunk and new owl into the fireplace. He grabbed some green floo powder, and vaguely remembered the emerald colour of Lily's eyes before yelling loudly. "Platform 9 ¾!"

Next Chapter: The friends arrive at Hogwarts and the sorting.