Hey everyone! This is my fist attempt at a fan fiction, so please… PLEASE let me know what you think. If you like it, I'll continue!
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The rain drops lashing against the window were not exciting, the fire flickering feebly in the open hearth was merely providing warmth and light, otherwise the room was still, but still, his hear was racing. His hands fidgeted with the cushions of the couch, then the hem of his jeans, then with his hair. The tick of the clock on the mantel seamed to shatter the silence, once every second he jumped. Every minute when the louder click sounded, he squirmed and looked at the door. It was ten AM and he'd been sitting, waiting, jumping and looking at the door since eight.
Sirius Black was a wizard, he'd been raised in the wizarding world and knew the ways of wizards, but still he got butterflies at the beginning of ever before the start of term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He looked forward to so many things, playing Beater for Gryffindor's top rate Quidditch team, feasts in the Great Hall, weekend visits to Hogsmead village, learning to use new and more powerful spells, but most of all he looked forward to seeing his friends, Remus Lupin, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew.
So here he was, perched on the edge of the couch waiting for his mother and father to take him to Platform nine and three-quarters. He cursed the two years it would take him to be of age for his Apperation test, he would no longer need his insufferable pure-blood parents to coddle him then.
The door off the sitting room creaked open and his family entered. Mother, father, his younger brother and the house elf Kretcher, who spouted the same 'pure blood' filth as his parents.
"Come Sirius." The tone was one that a master might use on an insubordinate dog.
But still he obeyed, trotting up to the emerald green flames of the fire, stepping in and saying clearly, "King's Cross Station." The familiar spinning sensation was over almost instantly, and he stumbled out of the fire and into a small, cramped closet set aside for wizards traveling to London from the farther reaches of England. He exited quickly, so as not to be stepped on by whomever popped out of the fire next.--
"They almost couldn't bare to let him go!" His voice was clear and confident and full of disgust.
"Probably just afraid they'll end up with another disgrace to the family name." James chimed in.
"What would the Black's ever do with two Gryffindors under there roof Sirius?" Remus picked up the thread while admiring his shiny new prefects badge, pinned perfectly over his chest.
"Lock us in the basement and let us rot, no doubt." Sirius responded, misting the glass on the train window, staring into his own eyes, shuddering at how much like his mother's they were.
"Confident that Regalus will be in Slytherin then?" Lupin asked, still fingering the red and gold badge.
"Of course he will be, spouts that disgusting pure-blood trifle like a pro. But enough of my brothers shortcomings. Look what I nicked from Father's library." He reached deep into the pocket of his robes, a malicious grin on his face, and procured a horrid, dang green book. It was small enough to fit in the palm of his large hand, it's pages were stained with a rusty brownish color, and every few moments it seamed to expand and retract as if gasping for breath. Across the cover the title was sewn like brutal stitches. "Terrors of Transfiguration: Advanced Anamagus Magick"
The small boy who had not spoken yet, Peter Pettigrew, shuttered and scooted away from the book. Lupin looked interested, his eyes caught Sirius' and he smiled, flattered that the handsome boy really cared enough about him to risk stealing something so disgusting from his father's secret store. James reached out and lifted the book off Sirius' hand, thumbing through it eagerly. The reservation that stems from fear was absent in James' pursual of the text. He was utterly unafraid of this task they had set themselves, becoming Anamagus, able to transform into animals at will.
"Black my man, this may just be the key we need." Potter passed the book to Remus, who gingerly opened the front cover, just as the thing took a breath.
"Ugh, this might actually work." The look on the werewolf's face spoke fathoms.