SKYE
James and I walked to Platform 9 ¾, trunks in hand.
"Skye," James nudged me with a sharp elbow.
I threw my trunk through the barrier, and grinned.
"Wall time!" I said gleefully, taking a running start, grabbing the rung of a ladder above us. I swung on it twice, and let go, flying through the barrier, landing on my hands, doing a handspring to get back on my feet.
I smirked, turning to see a trunk land on top of mine, and to see James do a roll and stop beside me.
"Eight," I said, helping him up.
"Same, twin," he said.
We gave our trunks to the bloke in charge of the luggage compartment, and looked for an empty compartment. We found one at the end of the train.
Skye sighed, pulling out her wand. It was 13 ½ inches, with unicorn tail and willow wood. She flipped open her Transfiguration book.
JAMES
"What's that, Skye?" I asked interestedly, looking at the page she was on.
It was on Animal Transfiguration.
"Really, Skye?" I asked her.
"I'm not an Animagus," she said, a hint of jealousy underlining her tone.
I recalled that day when I found out I was one.
We were sitting on a tree branch, and talking about Hogwarts.
"What house do you want to be in?" Skye asked.
"Gryffindor, of course!" I said.
She nodded, smiling. "That much is obvious, Jamesie."
I grinned. "Why? Do you want to be in another house? Slytherin, perhaps?"
"Shut up, James," Skye said, shoving me hard, making me fall off the branch.
I hit the ground on all fours, feeling weird.
I couldn't find the strength to stand up, so I crawled to the pond, to splash my face.
When I reached the pond, I looked at my reflection, to check for bruises.
What I saw instead of my messy black hair and hazel eyes was... a stag.
I realized that I was an Animagus.
It was a few days ago, and Skye has been acting weird after that incident. I thought it was just nervousness about Hogwarts, but it seems like I was wrong.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" I asked her mockingly.
She scowled. "Of course not,"
Suddenly, a boy appeared at the door of our compartment.
"Hey, people, can I share a compartment? Everywhere else is full," he said.
"Sure," Skye said impassively.
He smiled. "Thanks, mate!" he walked in and plopped down next to Skye. She ignored him. She does that to all guys our age, except for me, of course.
"Name's Sirius Black," he said.
Sirius has black hair, grey eyes, and is just about as tall as me.
"James Potter," I said, shaking his hand.
He raised his eyebrow. "Pureblood?"
I nodded.
Sirius sighed in relief. "My family would kill me if I sat with any other kind of people,"
"No offense, but Sirius, your family sound like gits." I said, all honesty out.
I waited for the angry response, but he surprised me by saying "I couldn't agree more. Who's the girl?" Sirius looked at Skye, grinning cheekily.
"Oh, my twin, Skye," I said.
Skye ignored him for the rest of the ride.
"So, what position do you want?" Sirius asked.
"I'd like to be a Seeker," I said, grinning.
"I think I would make a fair Beater," Sirius said, returning my grin.
"Are you trying out for your House team?" I asked.
He nodded.
"How 'bout Skye?" Sirius asked.
I looked at him questioningly.
"Do you play, Potter?" he asked, directing the question at her.
"I absolutely-"Sirius' face lit up "Hate Quidditch," Sirius' face fell at the end of Skye's sentence.
Sirius opened his mouth to argue with her, when the train stopped.
"I am Professor McGonagall," the teacher who met us in the hallway announced. "In a few moments, you shall walk through those doors, and be sorted."
Whispers were heard around us.
"The Houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin," Professor McGonagall said. "While you are here at Hogwarts, they shall be like your family,"
Skye and I grinned at each other. I decided that Skye and I would be big pranksters here in no time.
The big doors suddenly opened, and us First Years walked in.
McGonagall lead us to the front of the Hall, and made us stand there.
"You shall now be Sorted," she said.
The first to be Sorted was some boy named Mulciber, he went into Slytherin. Next was Remus, he got Sorted into Gryffindor. He looked alright, so I noted to make friends with him.
After a while, I stopped paying attention.
"Potter, Skye," McGonagall called.
I watched Skye walk up to the stool. She sat down, and the hat was placed on her head.
I wondered what she was thinking. I waited for the hat to yell 'Gryffindor'.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled.
I felt all the color drain from my face as the hat was lifted, and Skye walked to the Slytherin table.
Skye is in Slytherin. Skye is in Slytherin.
"There wasn't a wizard in Slytherin who didn't go bad," I remember someone saying.
Skye can't go bad. Can she?
"Potter, James,"