Chapter 1 : Sirius
SIRIUS
It was barely seven o' clock in the morning, but Mrs. Potter's face was already hanging over me, trying to wake James and I. "Hurry or we'll miss the train, Sirius, James, lets go." she said sweetly.
I rolled over, grumbling, and aided her in waking James. She had been so kind to me since I moved in here. I left my wretched mum and I have not once regretted it since I've come here. "I'll wake him, Mrs. P. We'll be down shortly."
"Thanks, Sirius. I'll start breakfast." With a smile, Mrs. Potter glided out of the room.
I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and stood up. I walked over to James' bed and shoved him off. "Your mum says get up," I said over James' cry of shock.
"What'd you do that for?" moaned James, rubbing his elbow that he had landed on, "I was up."
I decided to ignore him and started getting dressed. I was using James's clothes for the time being since I didn't think to take some with me from home when I left. All I brought was my wand and my school trunk. I knew mum would burn it if I'd left it, and I have no money to buy all new things. I had never thought to pack clothes.
"Throw me something," grumbled James through his pillow. He had gotten back into his bed and was lying face-down under the covers.
I grabbed the first things to touch my hands and threw them over at James. The shirt and pants landed right on top of James and he groaned. James was never a morning person. Grinning broadly, I pulled on a shirt and headed downstairs, slamming the door on the way out. Following the door, I heard a crash that could only have been James tumbling out of bed for the second time this morning.
The kitchen was filled with the smell of what was likely to be the best breakfast I will ever eat. Mrs. Potter was bustling about, going from the stove to the cupboard, to the sink. She noticed that I walked in and smiled.
"Where's James?" she asked.
"He'll be down soon, he just isn't as quick as I am when it comes to breakfast."
"Too true," she replied as she returned to her cooking.
James walked down a few minutes later, ruffling his hair and yawning widely. He walked over and kissed his mum on the cheek. Mrs. Potter served us breakfast and we all ate together. Everyone except Mr. Potter, of course. He had gone to work long before any of us woke. He works for the Department of Mysteries. No one knows for sure what he does, not even Mrs. Potter.
The Breakfast was the best I'd ever eaten. No doubt about it. Mrs. Potter cleared the table and urged James and I to finish our packing and bring our stuff downstairs. We shuffled upstairs to James' room to collect everything that had been scattered around over the summer holidays. "So, Prongs, are you excited about returning to school? You haven't seen Evans in months. You think she got prettier?" I teased.
James didn't see the humor and just replied, "No doubt."
"Hey, Prongs, if I ever get this head-over-heels for a girl, you can hit me."
"If you ever? What about Sandra? She was all you could talk about while you were courting her, and Grace? Oh, God, I thought I'd hear about her 'lovely curves' for the rest of my life! Oh, and what about--"
"Yes, James," I cut him off, "I get it, but I was courting them, Evans won't even talk to you, and most of the time, if you get close to her, she hexes you." I always loved watching him try and talk to Lily; he can't help but make a fool
of himself.
James opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it again, a defeated look on his face. We packed our trunks in near silence for another five minutes. When we were both done, we helped each other heave our trunks down and placed them near the front door. Mrs. Potter came in, dashing here and there. "It's nearly time to go, are you boys all ready?"
I gave a slight grunt of acknowledgement and glanced around the room for anything I might have forgotten to pack up.
"Oh, James, I wish you would do something about your hair," Mrs. Potter said, trying to get at it.
James just shrugged and dodged her hand. He liked it messy. "Blame Dad," he said, picking up his trunk and carrying it to the car. I followed and shoved my trunk in as well. James and I clambered into the car. Mrs. Potter climbed into the front seat and started the car.
We were silent the whole ride. There was no way that James and I could talk about anything i interesting /i while Mrs. Potter was in the front seat. When we arrived at King's Cross station, Mrs. Potter walked us over to the barrier between platforms nine and ten.
"Now, boys, don't get into too much trouble this year. I bet Filch has boxes full of crimes you've committed at school." Mrs. Potter said, Hugging James and I goodbye.
Little did Mrs. Potter know that she was right. I've seen the boxes. They're Filch's pride and joy. James and I gave each other a smirk. We walked over to the barrier and casually leaned against the wall, falling through as we did so. The platform was as crowded as ever, filled with parents and students carrying their pets. I scanned the crowd for Remus and Peter, but I couldn't see them. James and I decided to get on the train and find seats. Peter and Remus can find us when they get on. Since we were early on the train, nearly every compartment was empty. We could sit anywhere we wanted.
"Should we head to the back?" asked James. I nodded and we kept walking. We passed a compartment full of girls. Among them was Lily Evans. I started to panic. If James saw her, we'd end up sitting across from them. I was not in the mood to fix James up after he was hexed. I tried to hurry James along, but it was too late, He caught Lily's eye. Why, oh why, did he have to love a girl with bright red hair?
"So, Evans," James said, taking on his 'I'm a lot cooler than you think I am' voice, "I haven't seen you in months, did you change your-" James started, but Lily cut him off.
"You are so relentless! No! I will not go out with you, you pompous git! Now get out of my compartment before I hex you."
' i Nicely done, Evans,' /i I thought. She's getting better at shutting him up. I can't even do that yet.
James looked stunned for a moment. He was obviously not expecting to be interrupted, because he now looked like he was trying to remember what he was planning on saying next. Apparently, all he could come up with was an inquisitive look and asking, rather pathetically, "Are you sure?"
i 'Oh, real clever, Prongs. Brightest crayon in the box, you are.' /i I couldn't help but smile. A few of the girls in Lily's compartment giggled. I wasn't sure whether it was at me or at James' remark, but I waved all the same. One of the girls threw me a look that told me that they were laughing at James. ' i Ouch, I'm never waving at giggling girls again…' /i
Lily slowly stood, reaching into her robes for her wand. "Are you going to leave, or not?" she said. She looked as if she was hoping we wouldn't.
"James! Sirius! How have you—oh, hi Lily." It was Remus. He was looking pretty good, despite a few new bumps and bruises.
"Hi Remus, I was just telling your friends here to leave me alone. Care to help?"
Moony rolled his eyes and pushed James forward, giving the girls a wave goodbye.
James looked sad and said, "How about that compartment there?" pointing to the one directly across from Lily's.
Moony, once again, rolled his eyes and moved James forward. We spent too much time talking to Lily, and by now, there were no empty compartments. The closet to empty that we could get was a compartment that had just one girl, who was staring intently out the window, deep in thought. I cleared my throat. She jumped a little and looked up. She had been crying. Her cheeks were soaked in tears and her eyes were red and puffy.
"Oh, did you want to sit here? I'll leave then, there are plenty more compartments…" she said, the sorrow not fully out of her voice.
Before I could say anything, she was wiping her face and quickly clearing out. She was half way down the hall before it hit me that I should say something. "You don't have to go!" I shouted after her, but she was moving quickly along the hall, and had apparently not heard me. I pulled my head back inside and sat down. James and Remus were having a heated conversation that I had missed the beginning of.
"I am not crazy, Remus! You're just jealous!"
"James, I don't get you. You can have any girl in the school, but you decide that you like the only one that won't have you. You've been chasing her for three years, why don't you give up?"
We've had this conversation way too many times before. It's no longer interests me. James can find his own way out of this one. Actually, I'm getting quite tired of his constant talk about Evans. I spot Peter huddled in the corner. He always hated it when people shouted, even if it wasn't at him.
"Could we not discuss this now? I think Wormtail's gonna faint if you two keep it up," I shot at them. Where did all this sudden bitterness come from? I could have any girl in the school as well; and I usually got them too. That made me smirk.
"What makes you so giddy, Padfoot?" moaned James. He obviously was not in a very good mood.
That caught me by surprise. I ought to remember not to zone out in front of this gang. "Nothing. Anyone up for a game of wizard's chess?"
"Sure, I'm white," said James, forgetting his bad mood and ignoring the fact that didn't answer his question.
"Well, white goes first, and then, we play."
"Whoa, Deja-vous…" James and Remus muttered at the same time. That did seem oddly familiar as I was saying it…
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