Padfoot
Note: The underlined passages in this chapter are not written by the author of the chapter, but by J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. They are original quotes from said series.
Sirius clambered on to the train, breathing a sigh of relief. It was frankly quite embarrassing to have a mum who insisted on standing apart from everyone else at Platform Nine & Three-Quarters, her hand possessively on Sirius's shoulder, casting snobbish looks at those around them.
"Mudbloods and filth," he heard her mutter to herself occasionally. She seemed to take especial offense at one family. They were clearly muggles— obvious from their air of bemusement and their talent for dressing normally—all except for the girl with them. She had dark red hair and surprisingly green eyes, as well as a trunk and an owl in a cage. Sirius's mum—in fact, his whole family—detested muggle-borns like this girl, considering them unworthy to study magic or even live in the wizarding world. Sirius himself couldn't see what the whole fuss was about, and was quite eager to get away from his whole family and their prejudiced philosophies at Hogwarts, where he would be a first-year.
As the train pulled away from the station, a boy tapped him on the shoulder. He was small for his age, with dark, untidy hair and glasses, but there was an unconscious aura of confidence about him.
"Fancy finding a compartment?" the boy asked. "I'm James Potter, by the way, who're you?"
"Sirius. Sirius Black," Sirius answered, starting to feel more confident himself.
"Black… I think I've heard that name before," said James thoughtfully. He spoke in a manner that suggested the authority of his knowledge. He must be a pureblood, Sirius thought to himself. God, I hope he's not one of those gits who think all muggle-borns are scum. After ten minutes in their compartment, however, it was clear that this was a wrong assumption. They had been laughing and joking together, generallyat ease, when the compartment door opened and two people slipped in, both first-years; a sallow, slightly hunched, greasy-haired looking boy with a hooked nose who was already in his Hogwarts robes, and the red-haired girl with muggle parents whom he had seen on the platform. On closer inspection, she was quite pretty. She nodded politely in the direction of Sirius and James, and then slumped in a corner, looking quite woebegone. The hooked-nosed boy, on the other hand, looked simply ecstatic, and sat down next to her, taking no notice of Sirius and James, who shrugged at each other and resumed their conversation. This lasted until James heard the new boy encouraging the girl, saying, "You'd better be in Slytherin." James exchanged an incredulous look with Sirius.
"Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" he said to Sirius, whose stomach sank.
"All of my family has been in Slytherin." It was true. His whole life, Sirius had expected to be in Slytherin as well, much to his chagrin. Now a new thought occurred to him. He was his own person. For the first time in his life, he had escaped his family. Why should he be like them? He grinned. "Maybe I'll break the tradition."
Sorry it's kind of short; this is my first Fanfiction story. Please review! I'll be writing more chapters.