Well, I'm baaaack! Wow, that was a long time off from writing for fanfiction This is for a new 100 writing prompts thing that I am doing. It is the same as the art 100 prompts thing that you may see on artist's websites.
Anyway. Warning: This fanfiction is SLASH! If you dislike even the slightest hint of gayness do not read this fanfiction!
Disclaimer: I am not blonde. I am not British. I am not known around the world and my books have not sold in as many different languages as the world has. Therefore Sirius, Remus, Hogwarts, McGonagall, and anything else are not mine but the Great Jo Rowling's.
Beginnings
Characters/Pairings-Sirius/Remus
Time Period-Marauder's first year
Sirius noticed him that first day at Hogwarts. When all the first years stood restless outside the Great Hall awaiting their fate of being sorted; a horrendously petrifying task in everyone's mind but each interpretation as different as the person. A small boy stood shaken under the candlelight. The boy tugged at the hem of his right sleeve, Sirius noticed, covering a nasty scar that leaked onto his hand; just along his palm, and then gone as the boy closed his fist.
The boy had short blonde, no light brown, hair; the candlelight made every feature of the boy's face brighter. His pale skin, a beautiful art in the given light as were his eyes; a deep rich brown that made you think of libraries and chocolate, they gave a warmth. Sirius looked away when the other boy felt his gaze.
Professor McGonagall, a stern looking witch with her hair in a tight bun, emerald green robes, and lips as thin as paper, came out of the Great Hall and told them to get into a single file line. The first years did so, Sirius finding himself several people away from the mouse-haired boy. "Why does it matter?" Sirius asked himself as they entered the silenced Hall and faced a three-legged stool carrying an old hat.
"Are we supposed to pull a rabbit out of it?" He heard one girl say to her friend behind him.
'Muggleborns' He thought as Professor McGonagall told them the task they were to perform; simply put the hat on one's head. "Abbot" was called and sorted into Hufflepuff and then, one of the curses of the name "Black", Sirius was called up. Before setting the hat on his head, Sirius saw the boy looking out of the line and straight up at him; when the hat came off after shouting "GRYFFINDOR" however, the boy was no longer in his sight.
Sirius walked over to the Gryffindor table casually ignoring the glares from his family at the Slytherin table. He acted just as if he belonged at the Gryffindor table, knowing they would be mad. He closed his eyes and watched the sorting continue.
"Evans, Lily" became a Gryffindor and Sirius clapped politely for her. His eyes intent on the boy but whenever the boy would look his way, the raven-haired child would look at another student down the line.
"Potter, James" a boy that Sirius had heard about only when his parents stated they were a pureblood family they should invite to dinner sometime and then when they declined the offer and Sirius' parents had yelled about them being muggle huggers. The boy was made Gryffindor and went to sit by a third year he knew.
"Lupin, Remus" came shortly after, Sirius was getting hungry and restless but he noticed that this was the mouse-haired boy. 'Remus, huh? That's Italian, I think?' Sirius thought. He couldn't figure out why he was paying attention to this boy so much, or why he silently wished that he would be sorted into Gryffindor. When he did, and sat next to him, Sirius felt something in his stomach but mistook it for hunger.
"Zeller, Ilene" was the last to be sorted and became and Ravenclaw. Sirius was sorry for the scared little girl for having such an odd last name but as the goblets filled with pumpkin juice and plates with an assortment of colorful and different food choices, he forgot his sympathy.
"Remus Lupin," The mouse haired boy said as Sirius reached for his goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Sirius Black," The raven haired boy took Remus' hand in his and felt exactly where the scar was; he tried his best not to wince. After all, it was the beginning of a friendship deeper than any that would form in their seven years at Hogwarts.