On the train

"Have you got everything, dear?" James Potter's mother asked her son, he nodded then jumped onto the train, pulling his trunk with him. He turned to wave out the window as the train pulled away from platform 9¾. All the compartments he found were full until he found one with two people sitting inside in perfect silence.

"Can I sit in here?" he asked. A handsome boy with shoulder length hair looked up at him.

"Do you want to be in Slytherin?" The boy asked, James shook his head rapidly. "I'm Sirius Black, nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand for James which he took happily.

The boys began talking and laughing, they stopped when a pale boy opened the door of the compartment. He looked at her girl with red hair who had her face pressed against the window. He sat down opposite her without even looking at James and Sirius. She glanced at him then looked back out the window, she had been crying.

"I don't want to talk to you." She said in a constricted voice.

"Why not?"

"Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore."

"So what?" She threw him a look of dislike.

"So she's only my sister!"

"She's only a-" He caught himself quickly; the girl, too busy trying to wipe her eyes without being noticed, did not hear him.

"But we're going!" He said, unable to suppress the exhilaration in his voice. "This is it! We're off to Hogwarts!"

The girl nodded, mopping her eyes, but in spite of herself, she half smiled.

"You'd better be in Slytherin," Said the boy, encouraged that she had brightened up a little.

"Slytherin?" James said, Sirius and James had paid no interest at all in the boy and girl until that point. "Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" James asked Sirius. Sirius did not smile.

"My whole family has been in Slytherin." He said.

"Blimey," said James. "and I thought you seemed alright!" Sirius grinned .

"Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"

James lifted an invisible sword.

"Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart! Like my dad." The pale boy made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. "Got a problem with that?"

"No. If you'd rather be brawny than brainy-"

"Where're you hoping to go seeing as your neither?" Interjected Sirius.

James roared with laughter. The girl sat up, rather flushed, and looked from James to Sirius in dislike.

"Come on Severus, let's find another compartment."

"Oooooo…" James and Sirius imitated her lofty voice; James tried to trip Severus as he passed.

"See ya, Snivellus!" Sirius called as the compartment door slammed shut.

The two boys continued talking about various subjects for the rest of the journey. An hour after the incident with Snivellus another two boys had joined them. One immediately took out Hogwarts: A history while the other, nervously, tried to talk to James and Sirius.

"Do you like Quidditch?" Sirius asked James. Jumping to his feet James screamed "Like it? How can you not like Quidditch? it's the best game in the world." he took in a deep breath then sat down "I love it."

"What about you Pete?"

"It's a great game but I can't play at all." Petigrew answered.

"And what about you...er...Mr no name?"

The boy shrugged his shoulders and continued reading.

"Well? Do you like it or not?" James interjected. "Or do you not know what we're talking about."

"Just because I'm not talking to you it doesn't mean I can't hear. And no, I don't like Quidditch." he said then murmured "Anymore."

"Okay," Sirius said. "what's your name?"

The boy ignored him.

"Come on, what if we're in the same house?" James questioned. "Then we'll be roomies and best friends."

The boy STILL ignored him.

"Let's make a deal," Sirius declared loudly, the boy moved his book from his face, Peter shuddered at the amount of gashes on the boy's face. "If we are in the same house then we shall be best friends no arguments."

"Fine." The boy groaned.

Sirius beamed at him then spat on his hand and handed it to him, the boy copied him immediately.

"Gross."Peter all but shouted causing the rest of the boys to fall into fits of laughter.

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