Aboard the Hogwarts Express
As I boarded the train, I wondered to myself, what house will I be in? Will the other students accept me? Will they like
me?
Ok, maybe I should tell you who I am before I start my story.
I am James Black, the son of Sirius Black. I was just released from Azkaban, there for I crime that I didn't commit.
Past
I was in a store one day, when I noticed that my wand was missing from my pockets. I was horrified! I dropped my
purchases and ran around the store, frantically trying to find my wand. I ran around for a quarter-hour, when I heard
a sudden scream.
"OH MYGOSH!" shouted a lady out in the street of Diagon Alley.
"Huh?" I asked, running outside.
My question was soon answered. I looked up at the darkening sky, seeing the Dark Mark. I also saw my wand lying in
the road, so I made a dive for it, reaching it just before the Ministry of Magic apparated right in front of me. Cornelius
Fudge grabbed my wand from my hands and said "Priori Incantatem". The Dark Mark appeared as a shadow from
my wand.
"You are under arrest for firing the Dark Mark into the sky and causing mayhem," Fudge stated.
They tied me up and apparated to Azkaban. They didn't even give me a trial, as they thought me dangerous, and also
because I was a werewolf. Wizards these days are so prejudiced especially Mr. Fudge. I was there for a while; I was
10, the youngest to ever go to Azkaban. Then they used Veritaserum on me, and found me innocent. I was released
from Azkaban. I was then 15 at the time. I was to go right to Hogwarts to be sorted.
Now
On the train, no one talked to me, they thought I was dangerous. I was happy enough, I thought that everyone would
be taunting me instead. So, the cart came around and I ordered some Pumpkin Juice and Chocolate Frogs. I was
viewing the cards I got when I heard some people coming down the corridor. I looked up, trying to see whom it was. It
turned out that Harry Potter and his friends were looking for an empty compartment. They asked if the seats next to
me were reserved, and I said no, so they sat down. To my surprise, they asked me how old I was, and what house I
wanted to be in.
"I'm 15, and I hope I'll be in Gryffindor".
"That would make sense, since your dad was in Gryffindor too." Harry said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yup." Ron said.
"Do you know my dad?" I asked
"Yes!" they all said at once.
"How?" I asked
"He's Harry's Godfather." Hermione answered matter-of-factly.
"Oh." I replied.
"Are you in contact with him, Harry?" I asked.
"Yeah, you can come with us to meet him when we go to Hogsmeade." Harry said.
"That's because you'll be in your fifth year when you get there." Hermione said, seeing the blank look on my face.
The train arrived at Hogwarts sooner than I expected. I got into the boats with the first years, and we sailed across.
We arrived at the castle and got into a line.
I was one of the first ones to be called up.
"Black, James!" Barked Professor McGonagall.
I walked up to the stool, and sat down, pulling the hat onto my head, it fell down only to the top of my ears.
"Hmmm. You've got plenty of courage and ambition. With that you could do well in Slytherin, but you're nice and smart,
so you could do well in Ravenclaw. But, if you put all of that together, you'd be perfect in…"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Thoroughly ecstatic, I ran over to the Gryffindor table and sat down.
This is only part one in the series of my adventures. Keep an eye out for the rest of this saga!