A/N: This is my fist fanfiction and the insperations for it came from the Nickelback song 'Photograph.'

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own the song Photograph.

Faded Photographs

Story Summary: They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Somewhere lost in this world there is a book of old and faded photographs. Together those thousand word pictures tell a story that has yet to be told. One that is about to be spun again.

Chapter One

Buried somewhere in one of the four corners of the earth there is a quickly fading photo. Within the photo there are countless people but most of them blend into the background as the attention falls on two people. The first a blond who's face is twisted into a look of pure shock as the second person, a shaggy haired boy, collides with the first.

This is the picture that starts it all. This is the picture that begins my story. This is the point in my history that I unfortunately have to begin my tale.

The large scarlett train that acts as the Hogwarts Express is the eighth wonder of the world. I remember the first time I saw it and how my jaw dropped in awe at the vision of beauty that stood bright and strong within a smoky haze. It was like something out of a dream or perfectly told fairytale. It's a sight that always amazes me even after six years of filling my eyes with it and about twenty-four rides on it.

Even now as I begin my seventh year the sight of the train still makes me feel like I'm about to ride it for the first time. It's my parents that keeps reminding me that I'm not.

"Oh Paul, our baby girl is all grown up!" If I thought my mum was bad my first year with all the picture taking and fussing it was nothing compared to my last. It's been nothing but tearful looks, bone crushing hugs, and picture after dreaded picture.

"That she is, Rhonda. That she is." My dad isn't innocent in this at all, he's the one who's been taking pictures nonstop. From the time he woke me up to running through the barrier to the platform the only sound I've heard all morning is the snapping of his bloody camra.

With all my parent's fussing over me my little brother, James, has been completely ignored. If I thought it bothered him one bit it took one look at the smirk on his face to say otherwise. I just can't wait until he gets to his seventh year and is put through this hell.

Don't get me wrong, I love my family more than anything, they're just not normal. And sometimes it's unenough to make me want to run away to Canada pulling at my hair and screaming all the way.

"Paul we must get a picture of Raelyn in front of the train." Mum always has such great ideas. Note the heavy sarcasm in that statement. I am absolutely sick and tired of having my picture taken and if I ever see another camra pointed my way it will be too soon.

"What a splended idea if I do say so myself. Strike a pose Raelyn!" I swear Dad's obbession with the Muggle camra comes from him being a pure-blood. He thinks the thing is the best thing ever since sliced bread.

Resisting the urge to sigh, scream, or do both I put my back to the train and faced Dad forcing an akward smile. Hopefully this will be the last picture and I won't have to be blinded by that bloodly flash again until graduation.

"Padfoot watch out for the-"

The warning was lost on me as something slammed into my side and sent me crashing to the ground before an unnatural weight landed on top of me. Spots danced before my eyes as I tried to figure out what just happened. I was hoping behind hope that the spots were due to my head slamming against the hard floor and not my father deciding to take my picture at that exact moment. Luck was not on my side.

"Best picture ever," I heard James saying. "Raelyn can I keep this one?"

I groaned. This was not a good start to the year.

The unnatural weight sifted and disappeared. An unknown hand replaced the spots in front of my eyes and pulled me back up to my feet. I followed the arm the hand was attached to to see who had just made my brother's day.

If the shaggy black hair and endless grey eyes didn't give it away the infamous smirk plastered on his face certainly did. The person who crashed into me was none other than the one and only Sirius Black.

"Sorry about that love," Black said, releasing my hand. "Wasn't watchig where I was going."

If Merlin had a heart he would kill me before my family interviened.

Merlin does not have a heart.

"Now young man." In no way shape or form is my father an intimidating man. He's tall yes, but skinner than a pole with no visible muscle to speak of. His skills with a wand are less than desirable. He runs on the fact that he thinks he's the funniest person to ever walk this earth. A flobberworm could come up with better jokes.

Now with him standing inbetween me and Black I prayed to Merlin that he would actually say something funny.

Merlin is apparently ignoring me.

"Before I can let my daughter or you get on that train I have to know, what are your intentions with her?" It was impossible to tell if he was joking or not.

"Intention?" Black sounded slightly taken aback. "I've never met her before. I don't even know what her name is."

My dad then poked Sirius Black in the chest. "Likely story."

I hid my face in my hands to keep someone from seeing my terrorified face. I could hear James' uncontrollable laughter and wondered if his sides hurt as much as they sound like they do. Why do I have to be the center of my parents' attention?

I peeked through my fingers to a see a face splitting grin turn up the corners of my father's mouth. I let my hands fall back to my sides. This is not going to end well.

My dad slapped a hand against Black's back. "I'm just messin'. If Raelyn knew you I would have read about you in her diary."

Whoever said Merlin is a merciful man is a liar. A big fat liar.

Mum choose that exact moment to enter the conversation. If I thought she was going to be of any help I was sadly mistaken.

"No, no Paul. She has mentioned him. Oh what did she say his name was?" My mum is a short and extremely stout women. When she thinks she likes to tap her chin which makes her second one jiggle. "Samuel Bonds, that's it. Samuel Bonds, the one she said she woudn't mind to try baking cookies with. Or was it on?"

My face is so red that I wouldn't be surprised if it melted off due to the heat. James on the other hand was laughing so hard that he actually hit the ground and continued to roll and cry. I'm so glad that he can find comfort in my pain and social homicide.

I was too mortified to see how Sirius Black was reacting to this. It didn't help that his friends had choose the 'cookie' moment to walk up to see what was going on. There is no way in Hades that this whole incident is going to disappear. There isn't a doubt in my mind that more than one person was easing dropping and already spreading all the different rumors. I know once James can manage to catch his breath he'll start telling the story to anyone who will listen with his own twisted details.

When Dad started to question the other boys I took the moment to grab my trunk and make a run for it, all awhile thinking that Canada keeps looking better and better.

A/N: So there's the first chapter and depending on the feedback I get I may or may not continue it. If I do it will be a while before I update because I want to write at least write a couple of more chapters before I start posting again.

~Katie