A Slightly Sirius Story
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story….
It was a beautiful day. A perfect day to get married. As it just so happens, my best friend James Potter was getting married today to the girl of his dreams, Eva- - I mean Lily. So really, it's Lily Potter now. Sigh There was just the three of us, bachelors, left.
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I remember the day when we all first met…
"OK, mum," I practically shouted. "Can I go now?"
"Sure, sure, kid," my dad assured me.
"And don't forget to write, Siri, and tell us what house you're in," my mom wailed instructions.
Gosh I hate my parents. No, really, I do. They're so…. brisk, yet clingy. Never mind.
As I passed all the compartments, I come to find out there all pretty much full. Except the last one, where a messy haired boy with glasses is sitting alone. This time, I resolve to be cool and collected and not all weird and hyper…
"Hey, can I sit here?" I asked a little timidly, which is kinda unusual for me.
"Sure," He replied quickly. "What's your name?"
"Sirius Black"
"Serious about what?" He looked confused. And for a minute I was too.
"No, that's my name," I answered, somewhat proud.
"Oh," He said a little dejectedly. "I'm James Potter"
"Pleased to meet you Mr. James Potter," I replied energetically. Crap. So much for cool and collected.
"So, you like Exploding Snap?" James had this weird gleam in his eyes, like he was a crazed maniac.
"Um, 15?" I answered with a question, hoping it was the right answer. James looked at me kind of weird. Wait, this wasn't school.
"I mean, yes," I responded, rebounding from my mistake, quickly. "It's like my favorite game, ever. And I'll bet I'll beat you"
"Ok, you're on," James replied almost automatically.
From then on, me and James hit it off, talking about everything from Quiditch to family to girls. Gosh, we were starting to sound like girls…
The food lady came, and we practically bought the whole cart. As we were devoured the sweets, a nervous looking round kid rushed into our compartment.
"C-c-can I sit h-h-here?" he nervously twittered.
"Um, yea?" I answered a little confusedly.
"So why are you moving to this compartment, halfway through the ride?" James asked curiously.
"Cuz otherwise, I'd g-g-get b-beat up," the poor kid stuttered, as though scarred for life. Geez. What a wimp.
"Oh," I didn't know what else to say. I mean how do you get beat up on your first day of school? Com to think of it, we weren't even at school yet.
"So what's your name?" James asked brightly.
"P-p-peter P-petigrew," He answered nervously. This kid had a really bad stuttering problem, and it was starting to drive me crazy…