Ninjanervana, don't you have another story to update? Yes, yes I do. I have a problem with stories honestly. But I was listening to Brother by Needtobreathe and it gave me so many Sirius and James feelings that I had to write this. I'm planning on doing at least 7 chapters, one for every year of Hogwarts. I will get back to my other story too, I promise. Hope you all enjoy this one!
-ninjanervana
First Year
James peered excitedly out the train window as the landscape whipped by, his palms pressed against the cool glass. He thought his heart was going to escape his chest when he first saw the massive black and red train, his eyes widening in amazement behind his glasses. Now that he was actually on the train, he was pretty sure his heart was going to give out. After years and years of hearing stories from his parents, he was finally on his way to Hogwarts. He had been dreaming of this day as long as he could remember, always knew he'd get to go one day. After all, his family was one of the oldest magical families in history; there was no way he wouldn't get to go to Hogwarts. The only problem was actually getting there. The train had only left the station twenty minutes earlier and while James was excited to be going, he wanted to be there already.
Sighing quietly in impatience, James slumped momentarily in his seat, looking around at his empty compartment. He had been hoping to make some friends on the train ride -he didn't have many friends his own age, didn't have many friends period- but so far, no one had opened the compartment door to sit with him. 'People are still moving around,' he reminded himself, catching a glimpse of people walking around the hall. 'It's still a long train ride and I'll be around kids all the time now. And I'm used to being alone,' he thought, trying to brush off his nervousness as he turned back to the window. 'Someone will come.'
As if the universe heard his thoughts, the compartment door slid open with a bang, a dark-haired boy quickly darting inside before hastily shutting the door behind him. He glanced through the window into the hall before crouching below it. James was so taken aback by the boy's entrance that all he could do was stare at him, no words coming to mind. Thankfully his staring went unnoticed -he could hear his mum scolding him, telling him that it was rude to stare- as the boy's eyes darted around the room, passing over James twice before settling on the luggage rack above the seats.
"Gimme a boost," the boy squeaked out, rushing toward James.
"What?" he answered in surprise, his hazel eyes widening behind his glasses.
The dark-haired boy looked over his shoulder quickly at the compartment door before turning back to James. "A boost, a boost," he repeated frantically, flapping his hands. "I can't climb into the luggage rack alone. I need a boost. Fast."
Nodding jerkily, James crouched on seat, his fingers lacing together for the boy to put his foot in. He didn't even bother asking why he needed a boost into the luggage rack. Judging by the terrified looks he kept shooting at the door, James didn't think he had much time to answer questions before something happened.
With a soft grunt and a bit of pushing from James, the boy clambered into the luggage rack, barely having time to conceal himself behind James's trunk before the compartment door was thrown open.
James clapped a hand over his nose as a foul odor filled the compartment, clearly coming from the three large boys standing in the door way. Three large angry older boys. He had spent enough time in joke shops and set enough of them off at family functions to know exactly what caused that kind of stench. Dungbombs.
"You seen a skinny, black haired kid around?" one of the boys asked, his cheeks flushed from anger.
"N-no," James stuttered as he shook his head. "It's ju-just me in here. Just me."
"Bloody first years," another boy muttered in disgust. "Come on, maybe he's gone further down the train."
As the compartment door slid shut again, James jumped up to open the window, desperate to air out the smell. "Thanks for not ratting me out," the boy called from above him, his legs dangling over the end of the rack as he slowly climbed down onto the seats. He looked much calmer than when he first rushed in, though James had to admit he would be freaking out too if he had those three after him. "Pretty sure they would have thrown me out the train window."
"No worries," James answered easily as he sat across from him. He hesitated a moment before speaking again. "Dungbombs?"
The boy grinned mischievously, shrugging his shoulders as if he wasn't panicked and hiding minutes ago. "They said some things I didn't agree with. Besides they're from Slytherin so it's alright. And now I know my heart won't give out any time soon so that's good."
James laughed, running his hand through his hair. He had hoped to have someone to spend the train ride with and he was pretty confident he got the most entertaining person on the entire train. "You're absolutely mad. I'm James Potter," he introduced himself, offering his hand.
"Sirius Black," the boy replied, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you."
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