A/N Idea's just come to me. Like when I cant sleep because of mosquito bites. I spent most of last night brainstorming this, and I somehow remembered most of the stuff today when I wrote it :) here it is! SirusxRemus love and awesomeness! Might get sad near the end, but I promise lots of happy times before that. Xoxo.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, why in god's name would Remus and tonks get married? WHY DID THEY EVEN WITH ME NOT OWNING THIS! Speaking of which, I don't own it… ya know… in case you had any doubts… and wanted to sue me or something mean like that.

Train rides

It was the first of September. A young boy with shoulder-length, black hair stood outside a black car. The car had the appearance of being very expensive, and, had you been walking by at precisely the right time and place, you could have caught a glimpse of the disproportionally large interior before the boy slammed the door. A man stepped out of the drivers door and walked around to the trunk, only to find that the boy had retrieved his luggage on his own. Said boy was now walking away with a large trunk without so much as a backward glance.

Sirius O. Black. Number 12 Grimmauld Pl. That is what the tag tied carelessly to the trunk read.

Leaving his escort may not have been the brightest idea, but Sirius was a very spontaneous boy. He also tended to do the opposite of whatever his family would. His family had sent the car, along with a servant, to bring him to his train. Hence, he had made the decision to find the train on his own.

Ah. This looked promising.

A boy was walking along the platform, looking curiously at his surroundings. While the boy himself did not look particularly interesting- apart from his amusingly messy hair- he was accompanied by two adults, presumably his parents, and they were both wearing robes.

Hoping with all of his might that this wasn't some absurd, muggle fashion staement, he walked up to them.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice filled with confidence, not the usual shyness one heard from a child addressing an adult. "I was wondering if you were headed to 9 ¾?"

"Ah!" said the man, smiling good-naturedly with a twinkle in his dark eyes. "First year? It is for my Jamie as well." Sirius could only assume 'Jamie' was the lanky, messy-haired boy who had just fallen into step beside his parents.

"Dad," he said warningly, eyes flashing dangerously through his glasses. His face lightened as he turned to face Sirius. "Yeah. I'm James," he said, emphasizing his name so as to avoid any further nicknaming. "I'm so excited for school. Though I reckon the work'll be a right pain in the-" warning glance from his dark-haired mother "-neck…"

"Yeah…" said Sirius, torn between his egotistical self that was insulted at being interrupted before given the chance to introduce himself, or the nervous part of himself, who was glad to have put off being looked at funny and talked to like a villain… or worse… some kind of nobility. He just decided to cut into the rant and have some say in it himself.

"D'you reckon they'd let a first year on the team?" asked Sirius.

"What, quidditch?" Sirius looked at him like 'what else?' "Probably not. I've never been a huge fan. Mum won't let me try flying. I just never loved watching it."

"You never know. Maybe it'll grow on you."

"Yeah. I guess," replied James, shrugging. They talked for a few more minutes before James was distracted by something over Sirius' shoulder. Namely a short, roundish boy who had just crashed into a large, brick column. "Oh! Gotta go! I've just seen someone I know! See you at the feast!" He ran off, but reappeared an instant later. "Bye Mum. Bye Dad. Love you. I'll write. And I'll stay out of trouble." Sirius could've sworn he saw James' finger crossed as he gave his father a quick hug and his mother a kiss on the cheek, but wasn't sure because a moment later he had ran off again. Sirius laughed out loud as he continued on to where the Potters- that was their last name, you see. 'Potter.'- had pointed and heard James' voice audible above the crowd's murmur.

"It's platform nine and three quarters you git!"

"I'm a bloody wizard! Not a mathmagician!"

"Shut the hell up you prat!" . . . "AND ITS MATHEMATITIAN! FOR GOD'S SAKE PETER!"

That was when Peter saw a boy, tall, round and very read-head, disappear into solid brick. He grinned. "Wicked," he muttered, ignoring the scared faces of other first years around him. He started power-walking at the wall, and without even a feeling of passing through anything, he was in a smoky train station, far cooler than the one he had just exited.

"Really, freakin' wicked…"

Full.

Full.

Full.

ALL BLOODY FUL- oh… or not.

Sirius gazed into the only open compartment he had come across so figured it was probably available because nobody wanted to disturb its sleeping occupant. . . or it could be the large scar across said occupant's face. He looked and it seemed that the scar wasn't as bad as it looked, it was just the way the light hit it. Poor bloke. Just got on the train and he's already the least popular kid at school just because he had decided to take a nap.

The train lurched, pulling Sirius out of his thoughts. He quickly stepped into the small room, sitting down as the train gained speed. The waving and crying parents on the platform slid by outside the window until they vanished, replaced by a view of the city, also sliding away in a blur.

Sirius looked around. He did so long enough to learn part of the other boys name: R J Lupin. It was written in big letters across his trunk. Then Sirius got bored, being alone apart from a sleeping stranger, and he too fell asleep.

When he awoke, it was to the sound of a loud rapping on the door. He saw "R J Lupin" waking up as well, and it was he who nodded at the disturbance to come in.

"Sorry to wake you, love, but I was just wondering if you'd be hungry? I let you sleep as long as I could, but I'm on my way back now, so there'll be no more food till dinner." The boys looked at the cart, laden with sweets of every sort.

"Nothing for me, thanks," said the boy. Sirius watched him for a moment, seeing him eye the chocolate frogs with an almost predatory hunger.

"I'll take… two berttie botts… and I'd say… 10 chocolate frogs." He smiled at the woman, all traces of sleepiness gone, and paid what he owed.

"You like chocolate?" asked Lupin.

"No, but you do." Said Sirius, placing five of the frogs and one of the boxes of beans beside the other boy.

"Oh… I-"

"Forgot your money? On a diet?"

"First one… I, um, spent all that I had on some extra books and didn't have time to get any out of Gringotts." He paused, blushing as if he expected some harsh comment about the stupidity of his actions.

"Bad luck, mate."

"… Thanks though. I can pay you back once Mom sends my money."

"No need. Its just some frogs," replied Sirius, shrugging. "I'm Sirius, by the way." This received an expectant look as though the other knew this introduction was incomplete. "Sirius Black," He finished, lamely. To his surprise, this did not receive any strange reaction. Instead, a hand was extended toward his own.

"Remus Lupin. Pleasure." Sirius took the hand, smiling.

Remus unwrapped a chocolate frog as soon as he had both his hands again. It sprung out toward the window and freedom, but before it once again made contact with a solid object, Remus had caught it with stunning reflexes. Sirius gaped as he saw that Remus had not, in fact, closed his fist, but had trapped the frog without squishing it.

"Nice! You trying out for seeker?"

Remus laughed a bit. "Not much of a quidditch player myself. I do like to watch. You?"

"Keeper. Play with Reg. He's absolute rubbish though. And a sore loser, so pretty much always in a bad mood because of it."

"Brother?" Sirius nodded. "Hah. Sibling rivalries. . ."

"Well kinda… only we actually hate each other." Remus stopped smiling. He seemed to think he hat intruded. "Mother bought us the brooms so we could fight without killing each other… though I suppose I could technically beat the crap out of him with my broom well he's asleep or something… I dunno." Sirius shrugged, chuckling to himself at the thought, and Remus relaxed, seeing that talking about it didn't bother Sirius. In a way, he envied him.

He looked out this window, his smile fading.

"What's up?" asked Sirius, serious now. He looked at Remus, the edge of his face and back of his head bathed in the warm light of the train while most of his face was pale, illuminated with the cold but beautiful light of an almost-full moon. He looked older for a moment, but when he turned back, blinking as though coming out of a daze, Sirius was sure it had been his imagination.

"Nothing. Just feeling a bit under the weather, I suppose." He shrugged and popped an ugly, green jelly bean into his mouth. "Mmm… Green tea." And Sirius knew the conversation was over.

The rest of the train ride was spent playing exploding snap, eventually joined by James, who brought along his clumsy friend, Peter. After their second game, they changed into their robes. Not long after, they watched as the looming silhouette of a giant castle came into view. It was the first time they had seen this sight, and everything about it seemed magical, be it the way the moon reflected twice as bright off the lake, or how the windows flickered against the dark, night sky. It was breathtaking.

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