Chapter 1: Train rides
"Ah, my names Hermione Granger, excuse me boys, but may I sit here? I just transferred from Salem witches and I don't know anyone. All the other spots were full otherwise I never would have bothered you..." I whisper at the two dark haired boys.
I feel the two boys eyes taking in my muggle cloths, bushy hair, tattered trunk and the orange fur ball in my arms. One black haired boy grins up at me with eyes full of mischief. "Well Jamesy, looks like the little love needs our assistance, now I am the one and only, fucking fabulous Sirius Black." He states jumping up and bowing to me with a playful smirk as two other boys bound into the compartment.
"Oh I'm sorry, I just introduced myself, I'm Hermione. I'll go if you like... There isn't enough seats for me as well as you four.."
"Nonsense Hermy, since you have been introduced to sirius you will sit on his lap." I gasp at his words and almost argue when I feel hands pulling my hips onto Sirius' lap but realise i need to make friends. "Now I am James potter, I'm extremely handsome and loveable but my heart belongs to Lily Evans, so don't get any ideas." He winks at me at this and I laugh at his banter. "The little mousy one is Peter Pettigrew, and the devilishly handsome, scarred but perfect Remus Lupin is next to him, but we all call him moony"
The two chorus their hellos and I confirm "So my currant seat I'd Sirius Black, you are Jay and that's Pete, and you are moony?"
They told me I was right and Sirius pat me on the head stating I was a fast learner and soon questions are thrown at me about what year I'm in, if I've been sorted, why I left Salem and why I don't have an American accent. I explain my parents are muggles and that they had a work visa but that they arent with us anymore. They all apologised but it was okay. I was about to start my 4th year, which they said they were too, and that I would be sorted along with the first years at the feast.
We talked for almost the whole trip as I soon note Pete is the shiest but Remus is the most intellectual. He says all to soon I must go to a girls room to change unless I wanted to see them change and Pete blushed bright red.
Just as I go I turn and ask "You are all gryffindors right?" At their nod I whisper "I'm going to ask that hat to make me a griffindor. Maybe having the courage to ask is what will prove me a Gryffindor"
***first fanfic go easy please. Yes there is an almost identical story already up here which is by myself on an old account I abandoned when I started having mental illness issues. I hope to update at very least once a month. Thank you lovelies.***