I've decided just to re-post this as it is. I didn't want to change any of it, for personal reasons more than anything. This was the first half-serious attempt at a Harry Potter fiction of mine that was a decent length. It's just a bit of fun. Apart from the main characters, i've just had fun with it, just messed around. I don't for one second imagine this is what might have happened in their lives. It might get more serious towards the end, I dont know. I haven't written it yet. Please just enjoy it, laugh at it, I don't mind.
And just to clarify, I'm not JK Rowling, but damn do I wish i was. I also don't own any characters except for those you dont recognise, coz they are mineee.
"Psst...It's them"
"He looks like the rest of them...all bad, I tell you."
The whispers followed the Black family that morning. Their son, Sirius, was due to begin his first day at Hogwarts. His father's hand clamped upon his shoulder, they had steered him along the platform in search of an area where more respectable students would be boarding the train.
"Now, son" Walburga started, stiffly. "No half-bloods, no mudbloods, no half-breeds and –" She lowered her face to that of her anxious son and said, venomously, "definitely no Gryffindors."
"Yes mum" the boy piped in response. "See you at Christmas!" He jumped aboard the train with seconds to spare before it began moving off, and he set off down the train to find a compartment.
The boy did come across one room, where two boys watched in awe as another appeared to be telling them a rather animated story. They looked like fun, so he slid the door open and poked his head into the compartment.
"Mind if I join you?" The boy with jet black hair and glasses stood up immediately, cementing his place as leader, and walked a few paces towards him. "Only, everywhere else is full, and I-"
"Who are you?" The boy demanded. "You look like a-"
"Black, Sirius...Black" his voice dropped slightly when he saw the looks he was being given. "Never mind, I guess i'll just find somewhere else..." he dropped his head and closed the door behind him. He sighed – making friends with people who weren't going to become death eaters wasn't going to be as easy as he thought.
Sirius spent the remainder of the journey slumped in the main corridor of the train, twirling his new wand sadly between his fingers. It was relief to him when the train came to a halt and they were allowed to exit to the platform. Of course, he was not going to be seen as a loser, so he pushed himself from the floor with enough force as to nearly send himself flying up through the ceiling, before making his way from the train, making sure he was noticed.
"Excuse me – move! – Black coming through, everybody bend and scrape..." he laughed inwardly at how he had accurately depicted the main attitude of his family in one short sentence. This display definitely earned him more scowls than respect, but his general philosophy was – at least they were talking about him.
His stomach sank, however, as he sat on the dreaded stool, and the sorting hat fell over his eyes, beginning to speak quietly to him.
"Hmm..another Black. I know just what to do- but wait...there's something more. Something brave, something loyal, some intellect...my, my, you would do well in all of these houses but which?"
"Anything but Gryffindor, please" he thought desperately, wondering what his family would do.
"But Mr Black, not Gryffindor? You appear to have a thirst for rebellion..perhaps then...GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted the last word to the great hall, and a stunned silence fell. This never happened. Sirius hastily ripped the hat from his head, storming from the hall. He would not sit at that table. Furiously, he made his way through the castle until he found a quiet, hidden area. Then his frustrations took hold of him. He let out a scream of frustration. He wasn't sure which was worse, the fact that he was now in Gryffindor and would face extreme consequences at home, or the fact that deep down...he knew the hat was right. As this though occurred to him, a childish laugh escaped him – he just admitted defeat, at the hands of an old hat. He sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he should probably go to the common room and his new dormitory, and slowly made his way through the corridors. He hadn't realised how late it had got.
"Detention." Said an icy voice from behind him. "Out of bed after hours. You will receive notice, Mr...Black."
Sirius sighed. What else could possibly go wrong today? As he reached the portrait that concealed the entrance to Gryffindor tower, he realised that he did not know the password. The Fat Lady looked at him enquiringly, before he muttered "don't look at me like that" and slumped to the ground, leaning against the wall as he fell into a light slumber.
Somebody shook him awake after what seemed like minutes, but had apparently been hours.
"What." He snapped.
"Oi mate, it's time for breakfast. Come with us and we'll tell you the password." Sirius looked up and saw the black haired boy from the train looking down at him. "I'm James, by the way."
Sirius thought no more of his strange change in behaviour, but went with the boy to breakfast, regardless of his feeling that food would just cause him to vomit. Violently.
"Why are you-" Sirius started, in a low voice, so as not to allow anybody else to hear his conversation.
"Because" James started, through a mouthful of egg and bacon, "you ended up here. Despite your family's...reputation" he used the word delicately. "I came to the conclusion that you were different." James shrugged, helping himself to more toast.
"Thanks" Sirius said, and James nodded in response. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all.
The two boys made their way lazily to their first lesson, revelling in the fact that they seemed to have rather a lot in common, with particular regards to their sense of humour. What they didn't find particularly funny was the detention they received on turning up late.
"That's my second detention, and I haven't even done anything yet!" Sirius moaned, falling into an empty seat, whilst James did the same next to him.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" They heard from across the room as class resumed. James' mouth fell open slightly, as a red haired girl perfectly performed the spell. Something must have snapped in James' head during the few moments he had been staring at her.
"Hey!" he shouted loudly. "I can do it, too. Wingardium Leviosa!" he yelled, and his feather launched itself into the air with what, if it hadn't been a feather, could well have been a sense of fear. Next thing he knew, he woke up with his face on his desk, Sirius laughing dementedly next to him. "Wha..who...wha..." James mumbled.
"She...hit you in the head...with a book...levitated it..." Sirius managed between laughing and gasping for air. James merely looked confused, with a slight expression of annoyance hanging over his face.